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10 - Line All ten of us are ready, the Rape Runners, class of galactic-standard-year 4451. We should be pleased, to be the only ten women on Aghara-Penthay neither nude nor wearing slave clothing, and yet as I await display, I almost wish I was one of the many other females who pass naked through the training system. Those women don’t have the one-in-ten chance of escape, but they do get to be ignored among the thousands of anonymous slaves. At least they don’t have to be seen in degrading dress by the entire galaxy. In early years of the Rape cowgirl Run, the women were let loose nude, but it was soon found to make a more enjoyable pov show if Runners began the contest dressed. This clothing is not provided as a kindness, however. We are given garments not to give us dignity, but to make the moment of our defeat more entertaining, and make our fall into slavery an even greater one. Many viewers enjoy seeing coverage when a helpless girl is being gradually stripped more than they enjoy the actual moment of her rape, especially when it happens to the women from conservative cultures who hate to reveal themselves. I’ve seen the clothing of enough others torn away over the years, before turning away in revulsion. Unless I’m the lone survivor, my turn lies ahead. For now, ten of us stand nervously waiting in line, dressed in the clothes that for nine of us will be the last garments we wear as free women – “cunts” in Slaver slang. Only the luckiest one, the winner, will live to see the end of the contest without busty being stripped for the pleasure of the viewing galaxy. Runner costumes vary year on year. One year it was modest jumpsuits much like my Republic uniform. One year it was tight catsuits. One year they Ran in a different slave costume – a revealing bikini top and narrow strips of cloth which hung down between the legs. This year they have covered our nudity, but chosen something that in all other respects couldn’t show our figures more completely. The navy-blue shorts I’m squeezed into are the tightest I have ever worn, and they’re cut so high that it feels like round the back my buttocks escape from their lower hem. I’m wearing hot-pants, degrading hot-pants made from some shaved kind of elasticated material. They’ve dressed me in clothes for a hooker or cheap waitress, not something for a Colonel. The doggystyle fabric clings so closely to my pelvis I’m sure that between my legs, even the rounded curves of the lips of my sex would be revealed, were it not for the worrying contraption cupping my groin. My top is made from the same obscenely-tight navy fabric. It covers my shoulders, which will be helpful in the desert sun, casting but it is scooped low at the neckline, emphasizing the generous cleavage that has drawn so many stares since I reached womanhood. Internal support has been added - a firmer section inside lifts the breasts as would a bra, no doubt to flaunt my cleavage more prominently. I didn’t get to sleep as quickly as Ryan did and I spent ages wondering what the hell had happened to me. I’d done things that I would never even have doggystyle fantasised about a week ago. It was a deep-bellied, drawling laugh and he enjoyed the sound. She had it just like holy water. I push myself as deep into her as I can get. As soon as his tongue touched my clit, I twitched. Hands cupped her breasts through their fabric, then slid up along her halter top to the back of her neck. Jody knelt behind me and reached though my legs and began playing with my balls. Something in the way Dan said that made me suspect that he wouldn’t be helping me in the way that the conversation implied and I wondered how him seeing my pussy, and maybe my tits would affect pov our apartment sharing. Still a gentleman I see she said sitting down , shaved what a surprise to see you again. Mommy cried out in busty bliss. We were done in the bedroom and it was time to do the bathroom. I turn to face her and stand aside. I was surprised to see them fully clothed and dancing in the rec room. I can smell her perfume, and almost feel her body heat. When the cheers and comments died down Ethan asked if anyone wanted to help him out. I sat casting there in the library as the last bell of the school day rang knowing Ivy was coming soon. He dived right in at this invitation with a rumbling growl and she yelped when he lifted her hips with a hard shove of his snout. He flipped her ruined blouse up and tucked it into the top of her blouse, exposing her smooth, arched back. cowgirl Wendy would give her the space that she wanted and went to change her clothes, trading the uniform for sweats. He figured she might actually orgasm from the way her face was flushed. Carole gasped loudly from the sudden intrusion. I whimpered. So neither of them had ever been fucked it seemed, and as a bi sexual man I was quite pleased about that. I— We had a go on the bumper cars, that was fun. Then I want you to stick your dick all the way up into my pussy, and fuck me. Now, do we have a deal?"