With six Runners paired off, that leaves the only women without companions as gape Leesha, Cara, Jasmeena, and myself. Jasmeena would be ruined in her culture if she was the survivor and returned home outed as a lesbian. She’s not risking showing any trace of finding one of us physically attractive. As for immaculate Cara – despite having unearthly beauty, she is curiously asexual and seems self-sufficient in her own company. Cara seems the least fazed of any of us by the suffering of captivity. I wish I knew her secret. At night, increased physical exertion from lovemaking makes our cell humid, and the scent of women – sweat, and juices becomes cloying. But tonight I’ve been looking forward to this time when the Swallow air is filled with sex. Around me, the sounds of women coupling is loud enough that I can finally sate my own desperate need without attracting attention. I already have my finger between my wet nether lips, so I almost jump out of my skin when there is a soft touch on my bare thigh. I know who it must be. “Please,” Leesha whispers. For a moment I am irritated with rough her. I had been waiting all day for the privacy that would allow me to ease my shame. But then I think, “Why not her?” I have seen footage of the holding cells at night from previous years of the Rape Run, the cameras showing the girls in images as bright as day. The galactic audience probably know how the Slavers have modified my vulva better than I do, Fingering and they’ll understand exactly what I’m doing, so… so what? A lesbian encounter is no worse than masturbating. Why not permit another female to ease my never-ending need for stimulation, and why don’t I accept the only physical kindness I’m likely to receive on this planet of horrors? Rolling decisively onto my back I reach up into the dark and touch something warm and firm, which by moving my hand deepthroat I determine to be Leesha’s upper arm. That’s the reason I don’t go out there more. Geudeul-eun neoleul doul su-iss-eo. How is she? I remembered how good it had felt to kiss him….to let my horniness take over and to finally have sex with him. My resistance was apparently rough mental…my body already made the decision. Max loved dominating older submissive married women in his two bedroom bungalow . Currently he was downstairs with 51 year old Sage , she was a married redhead who enjoyed being humiliated by the much younger 23 yr old Master, her husband Ernie & she had met Max at a swingers club just last week . They were a submissive couple & were married for 30 yrs , This was Sage's first time as a sex slave . Max was currently facefucking her . Sage was choking on the young man's 11 inch prick , it was much bigger than her husbands puny 5inch prick . Sage was dressed in a leopard skin thong bikini that her Master , had insisted Ernie buy for her. "I am sorry to intrude on your Date like this. After about 10 min. It took a few more tries weeks later until mom unquestionably had an orgasm, and I think that is the best moment of my life. “Ok, girls, I’ll see you tonight,” I said as I got my shoes on. I almost drooled. Another car pulled in, a lone man got out, he was well dressed yet he reeked of alcohol, kindred spirits, he asked, “Are we gonna do it?” Silvia was in a wicked playful mood and told me to take my knickers off and unlocked my cock cage, next she shortened my skirt so the head of my cock could just be seen, l thought we were going to have some fun, but she ordered me to go to see Brenda and wank Fingering myself as we chatted. That could be tomorrow, a week, six months or years from now. Or could I control it? I had no plan. “Strip” commanded Carissa and the young woman began to pull the walking gear from her firm, slim body. I'm going to make you cum so fucking hard, bro.” Keeping control of my cock at the base, I watched her tongue come out and just above where she was holding my 8” shaft, she began to lap all over the deepthroat skin. “Mmm, this is making up for us having to come in our day off.” I guess I really don't care. I loved the feel of her snatch writhing around my dick. She was such a loving sister. He pulled up his boxers from around his thighs and shut his light out. The next Swallow day Sandy and Susan showed up at the principal's office at seven thirty. I’m a depraved, borderline desperate man, and this is just too much. They knew what was going on, but I didn't.“Onee-sama, what are we doing?” I asked in Japanese gape as she dragged me towards the stairs.