Introducing Chloe

Having a mission has kept me from despair. I decide that if I’ve not found her by tonight, I must go on my way and choose a new path. Once I’m sure the speeder is passed, I wait another five minutes behind my rock to be extra careful, and then continue on my way. Not long into the afternoon I reach the rim of the crater. The ascent onwards to the peak is only a short journey. From close up I can see what’s ahead isn’t a smooth incline, but is a series of climbs then plateaus, almost like giant stairs. The whole peak is honeycombed with the same caves I’ve been seeing during the climb. There are a thousand hiding places up there. Leesha chose well. I keep low, just down from the crater rim, and don’t stand on the ridge – blonde my outline would be visible for miles and miles so I’d be asking to be caught. I peek over the top though, and see desert stretching to the horizon, seas of sand dunes going on and on, only breaking round the occasional columns of rock strong enough to survive the eroding storms. Down that far side of the ridge, towards the dunes, is a part of Aghara-Penthay forbidden to me – a Rape Runner. But I can see no buildings out there to tempt me anyway, no babe sign of life, water, or hope. I begin to inch along the ridge, stepping horizontally just below the skyline so my shape doesn’t break the contours. It is not far to the base of the peak, but right before the start of the final climb I find an unexpected obstacle in my way. The ridge widens out to accommodate a Solo Masturbation small plateau, only 30 feet across. Either side of this plateau the slopes down to the floor get precipitous, dropping in near-vertical runs of rust colored scree. The only options for continuing are to skirt the short distance across the top, or take a grueling detour climbing down and back up. It’s a detour which would leave me crossing very open ground. Safety and cover are so close ahead it feels like a trap, luring me through this narrow area. For just beyond the plateau the ground ascends again, a short climbs to the peak, with several caves watching over this flat space. The floor of the plateau would have been level, but for a deep irregular pit in the middle. It’s about twenty five feet across and at least ten feet deep – I can’t see the bottom yet. The remaining ledge – a rim around the top of the pit, is only a few feet wide and looks precarious. The center has probably sunk in a flood hundreds of years ago, subsidence probably, but it looks almost as if something has punched the middle of this smaller bowl downwards with a giant fist. It occurs to me that if I could get safely down inside this pit would be invisible, unless a Hunter flew right overhead. It might be a promising hiding place, especially if there are caves in there. I inch forward to look down and see how far the drop is. Not very far - the pit is only about ten feet deep, and while Natural tits Fingering the sides are vertical a competent climber could get back out. But I recoil in disgust all the same, getting as far from the drop as I can on the ledge. What I’ve just seen occupying the pit is one of Aghara-Penthay’s unpleasant indigenous life forms. A huge plant fills most of the twenty foot diameter recess. It is pale green and looks like a form of succulent, evolved to retain what water it can in the arid heat. Wide leaves, each larger than a rug, carpet the floor of the pit, radiating out from the plant’s center like six petals. In the middle of these large leaves the vegetation converges at a smaller disc, only six feet across. This disc looks as if it’s filled with a sticky syrup, the way a tart might hold jelly. The tendrils are the most chilling thing, reaching out unseeing to the edges of the plant’s space. There are dozens of them, thin, like vines. Already they twitch, sensing me even at this distance. Revulsion make my skin break out into bumps. I know what plants like this do from viewing it in action, when a woman was thrown onto one like it during a Rape Run years ago. I gave her a telltale grunt of importance that let her knew she needed to speed up her process to climax or be left behind, and she followed suit perfectly. He heaved forward with his haunches. I removed the butt-plug and pushed my cock up her arsehole. Ash was Natural tits the last domino to fall. “Noooo!” She screamed when she could finally feel him moving in and out of her ever so slightly Fingering and she realised what was happening. "Alert! But Flynn seemed babe to be feeling a little awkward, as the orgasmic euphoria subsided, and Arthur wondered if he had perhaps been blonde too abrupt. You were a maniac.” Solo Masturbation Good for them. "Hot!" "Its big again daddy..." Then at night you will depart for the Obelisk Isle.”