It takes luck to be the winner in the Rape Run, but survivors usually come from the women with combinations of softcore stamina, physical fitness, survival skills and intelligence. So I think this year the winner will most likely be either Ja-Alixxe, Elionara – who came from a near anarchy world before rising to fame and can probably take care of herself, and who am I missing? I look around the cell. Jasmeena! Keeping to herself as always. She was one of the first to endure processing. We always forget quietly confident Jasmeena, but coming from a desert world she’s a contender, and she will know how to survive in the environment of The Zone unless she’s been sequestered away all her life. My eyes drift back to poor Leesha, already written-off as a loser. She had sat in the quietest corner of the cell for all her first day shuddering uncontrollably, joining us in the unbearable drag of waiting. I feel sorry for her. I am half awake, half asleep when the blast door slides up and two guards enter the cell, blasters at the ready. I see another two are outside, in case we try to rush the door. As if there’s anywhere to go. “Colonel De striptease Santo,” the guard calls my pompous title in jolly malice, and I feel faint with fear as I know my time is up. The other women know what this means and look at me, sympathetic. It is pointless to resist. I rise to girls my feet and I pad docilely towards him, and then out into the corridor teasing on my bare feet. The door slams downwards with a whoosh. I am beyond the confinement of the slave pen for the first time in many hours, but I wish I wasn’t.A erotic guard holds up a pair of binders, and I turn my back to them and hold my wrists close together behind me, hands resting against my buttocks through the thin silk wrap, while I’m locked into the restraints. Again, I offer no resistance. The guards must be lacking entertainment today, for despite it being entirely unnecessary they choose an additional method of subduing me. They have with them a steel pole, six feet in length. From one end of it hands a loop of leather which reminds me of a noose. Gripping the far end of the pole firmly in his muscular hands, the guard drops this noose end over my head. When he operates it I discover the pole is hollow and the leather threads adjustably through it, for the band is suddenly pulled tight about my throat, pinning my neck against the end of the metal rod. “Come,” I am ordered. They don’t need to command me, for by means of the pole securing my throat they brunettes can control my movements easily. My neck is high enough above my body’s center of gravity that I have to walk wherever they lead me or risk overbalancing. I can’t use my hands to break a tumble while they’re shackled behind me, so a fall would be painful. So steering me by means of the metal pole I am driven along the corridor, like I’m a dangerous dog that has to be kept at bay rather than a human being with thoughts and feelings. The leather is pinched tight enough to restrict my windpipe, and I have to gasp as I’m herded through the maze of passages that make up the fort. Through the high windows I see open blue sky. It’s oppressively hot, inside and out. Days of idly anticipating being processed haven’t made this moment easier, and my heart is racing. Suddenly he lunged and his back bent, and then it was almost like she and he had been practicing for this moment. Her snatch massaged me as I thrust hard into her cunt. I love his taste, I crave it. Jeff tossed the heavy cocks in his hands feeling the weight again. As their kiss intensified with the raw lust running through them, Bob worked his hand inside Julie's coat. brunettes I wrapped my arms around myself and tried to think. Gina opened her mouth wide and the Master shone a light in her mouth to check her teeth. I must of fucked close to a hundred guy yesterday and plant for The old man started to beat the back of her head with his erotic fists. I knew I could probably remove it without waking her up, but was I willing to take the chance. I was so close. I stood up and Logan raised her arms again for me to pick her up and I did and when we turned towards the bed and Vicky was laying there with one hand in her pussy and the other going to town on her clit. “Jaime, if you can do what you’re told, you’re a keeper. Hungry… Seeing him again, there was something deliciously sexy about Brian’s every mundane little detail, a sort of rugged, bishounen aesthetic. Miranda, can you please striptease help me with these people, I softcore seem to be unable to wake them. Pinkie wasted no time as she hustled herself to the corner, then crossed girls in the crosswalk briskly with her shoulders back, allowing her breasts to bounce and jiggle naturally in full view of dozens of drivers at he signal. I couldn’t even remember the old Zoe. "Either is fine. By now the other girls had dropped out and it was only the two huge breasted beauties in it. I never heard a thing.” Kyle said then chuckled. I asked about it and he said it is to lengthen my tongue, so I can suck better with a longer tongue. "Master, we want to go home!" she all begged. "Our sweet little friend is dressed for it," she smiled. My fingertips reached her wrist and then my fingers started sliding over her fingers. “Is he a good fuck? Her long shapely legs were splayed wide apart so that her cum-soaked pussy was in full view. Fuck her!” she said while seeming mildly shocked at her first use of a four-letter word. I invited her in and told her I was going to go get dressed and to make herself comfortable. We decided to walk home via the park where I’ve had a bit of fun in the kids play area. I fluttered my tongue up and down, gathering her sweet cream. We were both silent, I was stunned, she was probably scared, but if she was, she wasn’t going to show it. I took her wine glass from her left hand and swallowed the last mouthful teasing and reached round to put the glass next to mine. Still, I returned her kiss. I paused for dramatic effect. "Family's important. So he stepped up the pace again to a rate as high as he had ever run distances at. You’re making it worse.”