Booted feet pause close to the rim of the pit. “Someone has been here recently, Hunter,” a deferential male voice reports from only feet away. “She found the trap.” It will be obvious from the disturbed dust that a Runner was here, but I am preying they won’t check inside the pit. A girl who was tricked and is standing at the bottom would hardly be able amateur to replace the cover. “Clever cunt, not to fall in,” someone replies. This person I recognize, and the voice chills my bones. Jackran-ad-aktar, the dreaded alien, has non-human vocal chords that make his voice sound like a deep husky growl. “Well, she can’t have got far,” the alien continues. “They’ve only been Running for an hour. Spread out and search the area.” “Hunter.” The first man replies in acknowledgement. There is the sound of someone moving away. I’m starting to lose feeling in my girlfriend hands, so I risk trying to shift the grip of my fingers and keep the circulation going. One hand slips and I almost drop, and have to lunge for the metal blowjob hoop. The strain makes me gasp, and that triggers terror like I’ve never felt before. Is he still there? Please, let him have gone. God help me if he heard, and I’m caught by Jackran-ad-aktar. I hang as silently as I casting can, in spite of the growing pain in my arms and shoulders. Someone is cuty certainly moving up there in the warehouse, but not towards the pit. The rusted iron parts are being kicked around, in much the same way I was doing only minutes earlier. The sounds seem to get further away, and then there is silence. Has he really gone? Or is this entertainment – the alien waiting with amusement for me to emerge from my hiding place? It feels like an eternity that I hang there. By that time my upper body is in an agony like being tortured. Only when I am sure that if I wait any longer my arms will give out and I’ll fall into the pit do I start to pull myself back up. I barely manage, with my arms weakened from straining earlier against the yoke, as well as this afternoon’s stretching. Luckily years of working out with the Republic Cuckold Fleet has maintained my stamina. At last my upper body is over the lip of the pit, and I groan with relief. I’m out of the hole and no-one is here. don’t fight it’ll make it blowjob worse.”
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