But we are Runners, to be made an example of rather than used by any common Joe, so when after an eternity someone does come to attend to us, it is two of the elite faction leaders of Aghara-Penthay, Hunters, who approach our frames. Cronorgan, the obese man with the shaven head known as The Master, walks beside the grey haired Salarin, The Sadist. Salarin has already said he was done with me. So it’s Cronorgan, and not the Alien, who will have his fun with me next. Following dutifully behind the two leaders comes some of the Hunters’ retinues – a couple of men to assist in whatever humiliations are intended. I try to straighten and prepare myself, but the group arrives at a time when the vibrator is stimulating my clit, so the heroine of the Republic greets this second Hunter with a sluttish moan of desire. Cronorgan stands with his hands on his hips and surveys my sweat-soaked, writhing form. “Do you want to cum, Melena?” he asks amateur me. His voice is rather high in proportion to his body size, which (unlike the tall man) gives him a camp air. Oh I do, I want to cum more than anything, and I’m not above whining desperately to show it. Cronorgan’s pleasure is from the sexual dominance of women. He likes to turn their female-ness against them, showing them they are weak by using their own bodies. He’s achieved that completely with me, and my response to the torment has inflamed him. I can see the bulge of his erect penis in the loose pants that are Hunter’s uniforms. “Take her off the post,” he orders his men in a perfunctory tone. My relief as they seize me, one arm each, and lift me from the phallic stimulator is so overwhelming I cry out as if I’ve already had an orgasm. While my vagina is being lifted from the dildo ready for fresh invaders Cronorgan extracts himself from his pants. I look down to see what is coming for me, and find his cock is as fat as he is. He’s been circumcised, and the uncovered domed helmet is a dark color, almost maroon. Encircling the base of his shaft is a device of some kind – a ring with a protruding teen spur the size of a finger joint directly over his organ, at the twelve o’clock position. While he rapes me that spur will press against my clitoris. I predict it is either meant to cause pleasure or pain. Whichever it turns out to be – I will not be able to prevent the contact between myself and that thing. What will happen will happen. I am still dangling from the top of the frame, weight supported entirely from the harness now the men have lifted me off the post. The suspension point is high up my back so my torso hangs almost upright. I can just touch the wooden beam below me with the tips of my toes. Otherwise I’m completely helpless. Meanwhile Cronorgan has got himself completely ready for me. He brandishes his rampant penis in his hands. “Open your legs for me,” he commands. I obey, spreading my aching and tired thighs to obscenely present my pussy. In the open air of The Zone the sun has gone down, and the gentle night breeze feels cool against the core of me that’s oozing juice. Without further word Cronorgan steps in to me, holding the shaft of his penis to aim into my body as though pointing a hose. He guides the crown of himself to the slit of my vulva and I feel his hardness pushing against me. I’ve been ripened from the many hours of tortured arousal, and when he thrusts he penetrates me easily. The sensation of being filled is made less intense by an eternity riding the larger rubber cock “Wrap your legs around me,” Cronorgan orders. I obey, enclosing him so my indian calves form an “X” just below his buttocks. I offer no resistance. Calm is the best armor against the unknown. His amateur growl grew louder and louder as teen I brought him towards the entrance of my pussy. There was a pause but as we looked at each, she let go of my wrist. “You know my favorite position she giggled as she stacked two fluffy pillows at the center of the huge four poster bed and lay across them, arms extended to the top corners and legs spread to the bottom corners. We have naughty guests?” Abby bursts into the room. Her fingers massaged my nipples through my blouse and bra. So I got behind her and stroked my cock a bit to get it hard enough to penetrate her sweet pussy. Every time my wife and I would have sex, I always picture Jen. "I know, Mom," she said, parting her lips from mine. When they stopped for a while to breath, he said, “Maaa.. A speculum was brought out, inserted in indian and opened wide. John followed her into the back room. Her thighs squeezed about my face. I massaged her bud. "Started it?" God she wanted to fuck him.