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It doesn’t hurt yet – it feels no different to lying in a shallow pool of molasses, but it won’t be long. I look back to Ja-Alixxe in a final desperate appeal. She should leave – that would be the sensible thing to do, but she still seems to want to explain herself. “Didn’t you think that there might have been others listening, when you had your little triste with Leesha and the two of you arranged to reunite?” she calls down. “I wasn’t far from you, in the dark.” She ponders for a moment. teen “There’s an interesting choice to team up with, given you’re the supposed to be the savior of women’s rights in the galaxy. Haven’t you figured it out yet?” Ja-Alixxe shrugs. She looks beautiful, proud Nylon standing above me. Infinitely superior to a defeated Runner. “Well, I can’t stay here until the Hunters arrive. Goodbye for the last time, Colonel Melena de Santo.” Without giving me time to reply she turns and disappears beyond the rim of the pit, and I am alone in this trap. Where the skin of my back isn’t protected by my clothing, it’s starting fetish to feel like it is burning. I have lost. Now my only choices are to wait until the pain becomes unbearable, or I can surrender myself while I still have my health and avoid at least one additional torture. There is nothing worse I can imagine enduring than what inevitably lies ahead of me - being stripped and raped, but I don’t want to die either, or just lie here suffering needlessly until a Hunter homes on my signal anyway. They say that while there’s life, there’s small tits hope, but it doesn’t feel like it to me, hogtied by a giant carnivorous plant. As the leaf starts to close over me I commit myself and say the word that dooms me to be a loser in the Rape Run. “Flare.” 19 - Camp I growl angrily as I’m steered towards the frame by the men, fighting as hard as woman can when she has bound hands and a noose around her throat attached to a pole. They might be about to take my body, but I can show them they won’t break my spirit. My first view from inside a Hunter camp does nothing to ease my fears. A number of such sites in the Zone are configured for the Hunters to use as bases, and enjoy their captured women. They are places of horror. The buildings around this one are not as decayed as most of the ruins in the crater, and they form a neat ring facing into a circle. In the center of that circle are the instruments of suffering. I’ve been unlucky since my kidnap on the cruiser, and of course, down in the carnivore pit when foot fetish I sent up the flare it had to be Salarin that was the first to arrive and “save” me. The man I feared most of all was the one standing victorious over me when from my place enshrouded within the deadly leaves I heard the sound of blaster weapons, and at last the foliage fell away. But even after the plant’s death those snaking tendrils didn’t relax their hold, and completely helpless in the vines I had to endure the indignity of needing the Hunter’s help to get free, and then needing someone to intimately clean off the corrosive syrup, before they could manhandle me back to their base. But it is the present and future suffering I have to concern myself with, not the past, and here before me are instruments that will deliver that. I need to fear the wooden frames; the human-size St. Andrew’s cross with bracelets at its tips intended for limbs; the cage suspended above the ground; and the deep pit at the edge of the ring of buildings, covered by a grill. In the center of the camp the Hunters have positioned three wooden frames, each large enough for a human to stand inside. Of course each has eyelets screwed into the timber suitable for attaching restraints. I am being herded across the circle by my neck like a rabid dog and towards one of these by my captors, the men of Salarin. In the frame to the right, beside the one that is my destination, a woman is already bound. Her limbs, roped to the corners, pull her body into an ‘X’ shape, a living example of what is intended for me. This other female is slumped in the frame as if she’s been tortured into exhaustion. I’m not sure if she’s conscious. Her hair hangs forward in front of her face, but I can tell it’s the princess, Palonae. She is still naked. You seem… distracted by something.” This time he waited until she had just got on the treadmill. “You started it,” Noah said, “by drooling over my mom.” They were kissing each other so passionately and it was so sweet. YOU KNOW NOTHING OF THIS POWER, YOU MUST EXPERIENCE FIRST HAND AND YOU WILL UNDERSTAND MY WORDS. She is keeping quiet, even though I didn’t request that, it was a nice touch. But of course I did look back at her. I had no idea what it was, though. To become slaves to serve him.” Kim Li giggled. “Come on, handsome,” she interrupted. She said I have also made it to monitor any movement that is unauthorized. He smiled broadly a her, and held up a bill, indicating she should come closer to take it. Her ass was still in the air, and I could see red marks all over from where I pulled. Nobody knows the better until the outfit comes off, and by then, there’s no turning back. I sniffed the crotch of her bikini bottoms and her panties, but they were all clean and odourless. He had not anticipated this. We all gathered around the long table. Willowbud would’ve died out there, but Night Eyes survived. By the time Alex came, I couldn't help but notice that the other two were already hard again. I felt so empty as the woman put the vibe on the table and we both watched it dance around. 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