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My voice sounds strained with arousal. “And disappoint the crowd, Melena?” he replies innocently. “Screw you, then!” I curse him, but my insult is robbed of small tits its impact by another involuntary moan of pleasure. “No, it will be you getting fucked I think, Melena, unless you’re the lucky one who gets away,” he says smoothly. “Do you want to know how much the galaxy wants to see your virgin little pussy getting reamed? Do you want to know how grateful the republic is to the woman who fought to protect it?” I do, and I don’t. The first category – the odds for the betting on the survivor don’t matter too much, apart from reassuring the higher ranking females that they have a chance. But the second ranking – who do the audience most want to see raped – makes a big difference to how the run plays out. The reason is because of our trackers, and the Brunette sponsors. (Please no, I feel so horny) Back before trackers were used, the best survival tactic for a woman in the Rape Run would be Solo to find the perfect hiding place and stay there. It made for a competition the audience found boring – no better than an adult game of hide-and-seek. So when the Slavers developed technology to let all their slaves’ implants Hairy also function as trackers, they made an amendment to the implants of women in the game. At a random time, once per day, and she doesn’t know when, the implant in each Runner anonymously broadcasts her location to the screens of the Hunters. Because the broadcast time is random and changes for each girl each day, that means Runners like me can’t just hide in one place, and we don’t know when to change location. We must move, at least a little, every couple of hours, and even then we might get petite unlucky, resting just when our location is out. Once the Slavers started using trackers, almost fifty percent of captures were women on the move. They said it put the “Run” into the Rape Run. We have to rest sometime, though. The competition wouldn’t be entertaining if women got too exhausted to resist. So there are no location broadcasts between sunset and sunrise. One of the few rules for the Hunters is that women are not to be caught at night. (Gods, that feels good) By keeping the tracker information anonymous it means in The Zone I won’t send out a signal “Melena is at this grid reference”, merely “a Runner is at this grid reference”. Otherwise the five Hunters would only ever target the two women they most wanted to violate, and the Run would commonly end in a draw. Mom was totally normal at home for the first day or two after, then seemed to be a little edgy. Finally I make a shit load of money, selling the videos to people with various fetishes, like the piss play we did yesterday.” I told her. 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