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He probably can’t see me though. “The Hunters are not the only threat to females on the plain,” he continues, unruffled. “If your life is in danger from the indigenous wildlife or any other risk, shout ‘flare’ and a distress flare will give away your location so the nearest Hunter can show you… mercy.” (Wagner gives a snickering laugh) “Owing to the danger of some of the nocturnal creatures, the Rape Run will pause black in the evening as soon as there are no more direct sun rays shining into the bowl. The Zone is on Aghara-Penthay’s equator and we have equal twelve hour days camgirl and nights. The Rape Run will resume in the morning as soon as the first rays break over the rim. Hunters will not move in the dark, so the Runners may shelter. Runners may move if they choose, but at their own risk.” “The only other time the Rape Run will pause is in the event of a sandstorm. Sirens will signal a pause in the event. Hunters and cunts must take cover immediately. A second siren signals resumption of the entertainment.” “The rim of the crater marks the boundary of the playing area. Any females who cross outside the rim or attempts to leave The Zone will be immediately disqualified and their location provided to all Hunters for punishment.” “That is all. Cunts, I wish you bad luck. Run!” I feel a release of tension as his image and the sound vanish in an instant. Good. Fuck you, Wagner. After all the waiting, my destiny is in my hands now. I am no longer a captive. Granted I cannot leave this bowl, but I am not restrained, and not in the immediate power of men. I peer out into the boiling haze. Far in the distance through the rippling heat, I see stick-like dark figures crossing the plain, raising a plume of dust. Hunters, already. It has begun. They are not coming towards me, but that does not matter. The sight of them is an ominous signal that this is really happening. I must move. I’m a participant in the Rape Run. This is the real deal. There is nothing left between me and the Slavers hunting me – no processing that needs to be completed, no ordeal of interview. I have no protection except a pair of non-existent hot-pants, a tight top and my wits. If they catch me – I will be raped while the galaxy watches. But if I’m the one woman from ten who is last caught – I will be permitted to walk free, my implant inactive, and with no-worse scarring than the traumatic memories and the lifelong mark on my face. Cameras will be on bigtits me. I can’t see them – they are nanoscale as Wagner said, but they will be there. Dismissively I shake my head. They are the least of my worries and must be forgotten. I must concentrate on trying to survive while avoiding capture. As bigtits we walked out of there one old woman did give me a filthy look. Ramegowda- don’t be u can have your mom as long as u want Mr Wang then turned and walked back to his office. Once inside I set about black getting the lads beers from the fridge and what they probably assumed was vodka and for myself, it was in fact straight. I tried to look at them, but was tossed over a horse next to my brother. I looked up at her. “Isn't that some hot pussy?” my camgirl catgirl slave moaned. This was so exciting. This helplessness made it more exciting. Brad went up and over her back, slid down until his head was over the crack of her butt then as she spread her legs impossibly wide he kissed her right butt cheek then again put his mouth between her thighs. “We have the means of punishing you with that collar, even inside the condo.” Basically, she's the kind of girl that usually gets ignored completely. Judging from the nipple erections I could see, no bras were worn, and it wasn’t until we got home later, and the dresses hit the floor, did I know they were completely naked under them. Without stopping the thrusting, I shoved the plug into her ass as far as it would go.