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Each opening is sufficiently large to let in sunlight and the arid breeze, but they are too small to fit the body of an escaping slave. Luckily it is too dry to be humid. I know already that outdoor the fort is not the place where the Rape Run takes place, so I am not in immediate danger. My future lies a specially prepared location – always in the same giant crater created by a prehistoric meteor strike. It is known to the galactic viewing audience as The Zone. After passing a couple of branching corridors the two guards separate me from the line of naked women. Ja-alixxe is pulled along with me, which seems to confirm certain she is to be a Rape Runner too. The bounty hunter will be my rival in what is to come. I think of her without kindness as she follows me, also barefoot and wearing a revealing slave wrap. Once she and I are alone with our escorts, the men release the binders on our ankles and disconnect the line joining us to each other. There is no need for them, now we have nowhere to run, no-one to run to, and no chance of escape. Our best chance of survival is now to co-operate, and try be the one from ten who is victor in the collage Rape Run. The guards make us walk again. Even though our wrist binders too are unnecessary they are only removed at the last moment, when we stand before a large alloy blast door that lifts into the roof. As we rub our sore wrists, the door raises and we both step cautiously forwards into a large cell. The blast door closes behind me with a rush of hot air and a clang before I realize the men don’t intend to follow. My new location isn’t a very welcoming place. It is windowless, illuminated by only glow-spheres high in the ceiling, and the room is completely bare of decoration, save a few sleeping rolls on the floor. A small drainage hole in one corner with a grill bolted over village it has a showerhead high above, protruding from the roof, and with it just one tap to control the water. There is no sign of anywhere to do our business other than over the drain. It’s hot in here. It’s hot everywhere on Aghara-Penthay. Protruding from the wall there is a nutrition dispensing tube, in the same pink phallic shape that was in my cage on the Slaver ship. There is only of these for us all to share. It is at waist height, so couple we’ll be obliged to kneel to use it. A couple of other women are already in here, each dressed in the plain wrap of a slave, open along one side and barely low enough to cover the pudenda. In these uniforms they stand and look at us, sizing up cellmates who will inevitably become rivals once we’re in the Rape Run. I was often told I was exceptionally desirable within the Republic fleet, but I feel indian average compared to these two. Both women would be considered exceptionally beautiful in their own different ways. The face of the first one is familiar. She has no surname, being simply known as Oorla. The huge beast’s tail lashed to and fro with enthusiasm as Lisa buried her pretty face in his furry haunches. Her pussy clenching and indian spasming constantly as she fought against cumming, she began to plead, her eyes screwed tightly shut, “Daddy…Daddy…Daddy…please may I CUM!” she screeched. Show me what a good slave you really are. Both men proceeded to cover her small body with kisses and hands and Beatrice watched Cassie orgasm on the kitchen table. Of course.” “You are free to act as liaison for the governess in any way you see fit.” I turned to outdoor her then, spreading the full span of my wings, “But if you corrupt any of my daughters with your seed, then I will return you to the earth.” “You got couple yourself there. I decided that the sooner I got it over with the better. “If you can fix all this, I will be in your debt”, she said. Febe took my hand and pulled me and Luciana into the bathroom. Beth continued to crawl to Karen. Maxi’s eyes fluttered and her feet moved apart a little. I groaned, feeling like such a Pavlov's dog for having to pull it out of my pants pocket. Master handed her a length black rope, which she folded in half village and wound around Megan’s arm just above the elbow, tying it off in a hitch and running the rope across her back to repeat the process on the other collage arm. I'm in utter awe that my masterpiece is flawless executing its work. “What do you mean?” I teased. For the longest time they just stared at each other, and even from the ground he felt her dominating his mind just by being. It felt bigger than he’d thought it would. Inertia, gravity, and surprise were on my side. Molly couldn’t sleep on that, definitely not. I had witnessed an incredible event of lust. I was just doing my morning yoga.