Russian Cheerleader Getting Kinky With Cheerleader

It’s demeaning to move in such a way here in front of our cellmates, let alone the crowd, so most of us stand as still as we can, only taking a step when obliged. In the heat of the waiting area I feel sick with anticipation. This is how I am to be displayed – in hot pants, a crop top and this yoke, small tits interviewed on stage before an auditorium full of men baying to see my humiliation, with the session broadcast to the galaxy. Our implants will temporarily be fully activated during the interviews, making it impossible to tell an untruth to the intimate questions we will be given. I wish I could avoid this more than anything else they will throw Brunette at me today – more than whatever the cup does - having my secret feelings exposed to ridicule. Ever since my processing I’ve had my suspicions that my implant might be faulty, I’ve felt so little difference since it was buried into my brain stem. One piece of evidence to support my belief is that a partially active implant will still prevent the Runner from killing herself, but I feel I could readily take my own life were I to be captured. Another is that the implant is supposed to stop us harming a man, but I desperately want to strangle every single guy I see round here with my bare hands. I’m only holding back on acting out because of the futility of babe the attempt. Failure to implant does occasionally happen, but even if that’s my situation I’ve got to play my part on that stage. I must disguise the possibility that the implant hasn’t taken, and answer every question without disguise, even though it will cause me great shame. My interview, conducted by the same sleazy host Wagner who fronts the show every year, is only the start of my day’s ordeal. After my displaying we will be taken to our starting places for the Rape Run, and the Lesbian main event will begin. Then my future is in the lap of the Gods. If I’m caught, within hours instead of Leesha’s gentle fingers inside me it could be the cock of the alien. It is tradition to surprise the women in some unpleasant way during the display. One year the implants were configured so when Wagner said a keyword, the Runner would lick suddenly believe herself to be naked in front of the audience. Another year a mini-contest was held where each Runner was forced to give oral pleasure to a male captive. The woman bringing her man to climax fastest was promised an advantage in the Run. I fear that this year, the trick has something to do with the glowing red cup. I will not be the first Runner to go before the crowd, but even so I won’t learn of the surprise until I am there in Wagner’s presence. Runners are not permitted to see each other’s interviews – the unguarded answers about our tactics for the Run might give our fellow competitors an advantage, so the forced secrecy means the moment revealing the surprise will be more entertaining. How many billions, perhaps trillions, will want to watch my reaction when they unveil the shock? My face is well known across the Republic, and I’m grimly certain there will have been even more publicity since my capture. Will the general watch me suffer? Ronda is the last one to comment, “The building needs a cleaning crew. Satisfied that she got it all, with a pop my Lesbian cock falls from her mouth. Several minutes pass before first the priestesses' hands and arms then their upper bodies emerge from beneath the semen. The pumps were so powerful Carla's breasts flew up to hit her chest then stomach with each small tits thrust. “But I was hoping to return to lick the main house.” Tracey almost wailed. "Wow! Sue led her over to the cage and then waited for Master to arrive. But that was not all. “You didn’t even suck on my nipples this time.” Nicole laughed as she stepped out of the car. She was now pounding down hard on James’ cock allowing gravity and Brunette her weight to force his cock to push her cervix further into babe her body.