Female security guard gets nailed by boss

The sun is lower still, and Brunette Wagner was right that there are other threats on the planet’s surface than the Hunters. During the hours of darkness it is not safe to be out on the ground in the open. Sandclaws – a four legged mammal like a warm-blooded crocodile, hunt on the plains at night. Half a mile ahead is the next cluster of ruins – perhaps a dozen buildings. The largest, in the Hardcore center, has two stories. It is only a concrete shell missing any doors or glazing in the boots windows, but the upper level safely away from the ground would be a good location to spend the night. Moving steadily but cautiously I reach the ruins without incident, and pick my way through rubble to the large opening in to the building. This entrance is wide enough to have been either a garage or double doors, or was perhaps built for a differently proportioned non-human species. Sand has blown in and flooded the floor to a foot depth. Thankfully this place isn’t another chamber of horrors. Inside there is little except the rusted frames of objects that were once furniture. The sand shows no sign of recent disturbance, but all the same I scout through the ground floor rooms cautiously, making sure that this place isn’t already occupied, before finally making my way up the eroded steps to the upper floor. I tiptoe around and recon each of the upper rooms. Here too there is no sign of life or any recent visitors. The upper rooms have the same hollow window spaces, with the glass vanished probably centuries ago. Out of the openings there is a drop of twelve feet to the ground. A sandclaw would be unlikely to be able to jump this high, or climb long hair up to surprise me. The sun is below the horizon, it’s darkening rapidly and already getting difficult to see. In the very last room on the upper floor is an unexpected bonus. A steel door is intact, but off its hinges. If I could push it into back place I could seal myself into the room. Anything trying to reach me during the night would have to break through my Fucking simple barricade, giving me enough warning that I can jump out the empty window cavity. The door is heavier than it looks, and it makes a terrible scraping noise that must be audible for a Big Tits quarter of a mile. But I manage to shift it across over the room’s opening, and I feel satisfied. As soon as that’s done exhaustion catches up with me. It was only hours earlier I awoke from unconsciousness to find myself a Rape Runner, but since then I’ve been in a permanent state of fear, with the adrenaline spiking into terror when I so nearly got caught at the pit. My morning appearance on the stage was eventful too. Weariness can be permitted in this temporary resting place. Alone in this shell of a room I sink down onto my haunches, with my heels pressing into my buttocks through the thin fabric of the shorts, and then I slide out my ankles and sit on the floor. My legs are extended in front of me and I’m leaning back on the rusting door. Long, red hair caresses my shoulders. I’m too tired even to stand again, but my thoughts are racing too much to sleep. I’m still free, I congratulate myself, but so are eight other Runners, who are also desperate to be the last woman caught – the survivor. I mustn’t get complaisant. Only one Runner, poor Tasha is tonight beginning her future of endless rape and abuse. Tasha – I barely spoke to her, especially after she chose to partner with Ja-Alixxe, the bitch responsible for my being in this situation. The business woman seemed okay in a tough way – certainly not deserving what has happened to her. Who will be next? I did. She wanted Bill to fuck her hard and slid a pillow under her butt to raise her vagina. I couldn’t breathe as he played with my tits and rolled his body against mine at the same time. How she’d been treated like a star. As she came, a small stream emanated from her, it only lasted a second or two, but it was enough to make my face wet, and put a salty taste in my mouth. "And I mean, he Big Tits really went to town on my hand. He had masturbated each night since the wedding while envisioning her Hardcore with her long slender legs wrapped around her new husband's waist as Roger fiercely banged his cock into her virgin cunt. "It's alright Toman he knows. “Didn't we?” I asked, staring down at the ultrasound of her. Umeko licked cum out of my asshole, moaning in delight as she did it. "Don't worry, Mom," she mumbled, placing her hands on mine. Her white blouse clung very close to her body showing off her very small but perky a long hair cup breast. That’s why I came to Chris’s to get high. Those horrible, drowning feelings are taking over once more. Then he yelled, “Open Fucking your mouth bitch.” The man shoved his cock into her mouth and started to face-fuck her. "Not Brunette until late. I said to Tom get up and walk through the mall and then come back. He flicked his finger across her nipple and she flinched. But oh god, did it hurt! boots When I was fully upright Lissa raised her legs up and wrapped them around my waist, locking her ankles behind my back. "Five." ‘Isabelle, are you alright?’ Darius asked, resting against the doorframe. It was incredible. THAT she knew how to do.