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It’s then that it happens. The noise is so sudden I almost jump out of my skin, my heartrate instantly doubling. So loud, and from so close it’s like she’s right next to me, comes the sound of a woman moaning in intense sexual congress. I could be beside her, but at the same time the noise coming from the sky and echoing off the rocky mountain sides around me. My heart, slowing from the scare, knots with sympathy now. I know what this means. I look up to see a vast screen, holographically projected into the very air, depicting a scene in full color, high definition. Tasha Castelaine, the galaxy’s most famous businesswoman, is being fucked by Cronorgan, the Slaver known as The Master. She is lying on her back on a mattress, seeming unrestrained except for a heavy steel collar around her neck fixed to the bedframe by a chain. There must hard fuck be electronics of some form in there – a green light on the shining metal is illuminated. Tasha appears to be entirely compliant, looking up blow job at her captor with what seems to be genuine desire. “Tasha Castelaine,” booms the genial voice of Wagner, providing commentary of the footage as he always does. “What does the galaxy’s proudest businesswoman want to tell this meeting?” They have edited the footage cruelly, for she replies, “Fuck me master – please let me suck it and then fuck me, Master,” begging to Cronorgan, in complete submission. I soon understand the reason for her surrender, for the voice of Wagner provides a light toned explanation of the vile act. “Tasha’s choking collar detects her muscles tensing in resistance and cuts off her air supply,” he says. “Because like all slaves her implant prevents her ending her own life, the moment the collar activates she’ll involuntarily go limp. She is literally unable to resist her rapist.” “It doesn’t take a woman long to accept her slavery when she’s given the right persuasion. Then again, we all know that deep down, that’s what every cunt really wants.” The display shows me a close up of Tasha’s face, seeming to be screwed up in an extreme state of sexual arousal, and then the image and the sound disappear as suddenly as they began. Emotion makes me grow weak, and my knees almost give way. The first of us has been caught. Poor Tasha is now a slave, probably restrained in one of the Hunter’s camps. She’ll be wishing she was dead right now. They say the first couple of days are the worst when a woman is captured in the Rape Run. After the initial claiming of her by her captor, it is traditional to had her around like a party favor and she is subject to gang rape by other doggy-style Hunters, anyone in the Hunter’s support teams who wishes to try the girl, and finally doggy sponsors who paid for the use of the teens slave before she goes to sale. A study conducted by the Republic’s anti-slavery group estimated that in the first week after a woman loses in the Rape Run, she will be raped by fifty to one hundred different men – some of those using her more than once until she’s likely to have been raped up to three hundred times. With Tasha’s capture, my odds of escaping this horror and becoming the winner have increased, but I cannot feel pleased about it. “In a few days, they should be online,” I said. Her cheeks burned and her breathing became labored. Tina, my dear, he only says the best things about you. Kristin seemed to like him too. “Yes ok I want doggy cock I doggy-style want roscoe to make me come please granddad teens let roscoe fuck me please. Her lips expertly sucked his head, it took every ounce of his concentration to not unload his seed into her mouth. Soon enough she blow job is chewing and doggy eating the warm bent stalks that were just lodged in her ass pushing her to a deep and powerful orgasm the likes of which she knows she is hopelessly addicted to. As she settled herself hard fuck into position she smiled at the taut stiffness of her nipples and the musky aroma from her neglected cunt. "It's a deal. He lowered himself to the floor between her knees, gnashing and biting his way down her thighs, pulling the skirt down the lengths of her legs before casting it across the room. She immediately turned around, straddling my chest facing my feet. Jealousy. I smiled wickedly as I got up from the couch, catching the big black dildo in my hand. At her left side (her good leg side), my mouth continued down along her leg, on top of her slip. I turned over until was upside down, watching the red wine drip out from the spout. She jerked away, “There is no way you are going there,” she exclaimed.