“And disappoint the crowd, Melena?” he replies innocently. “Screw you, then!” I curse him, but my insult is robbed of its impact by another involuntary moan of pleasure. “No, it will be you getting fucked I think, Melena, unless you’re the lucky one who gets away,” he says smoothly. “Do you want buttfucking to know how much the galaxy wants to see your virgin little pussy getting reamed? Do you want to know how grateful the republic is to the woman who fought to protect it?” I do, and I don’t. The first category – the odds for the betting on the survivor don’t matter too much, apart from reassuring the higher ranking buttfuck females that they have a chance. But the second ranking – who do the audience most want to see raped – makes a big difference to how the run plays out. The reason is because of our trackers, and the sponsors. (Please no, I feel so horny) Back before anus trackers were used, the best survival tactic for a woman in the Rape Run would be to find the perfect hiding place and stay there. It made for a competition the audience found boring – no better than an adult game of hide-and-seek. So when the Slavers developed technology to let all their slaves’ implants also function as trackers, they made an amendment to the implants of women in the game. At a random time, once per day, and she doesn’t know when, the implant in each Runner anonymously broadcasts her location to the screens of the Hunters. Because the broadcast time is random and changes for each girl each day, that means Runners like me can’t just hide in one place, and we don’t know when to change location. We must move, at least a little, every couple of hours, and even then we might get unlucky, resting just assfuck when our location is out. Once the Slavers started using trackers, butthole almost fifty percent of captures were women on the move. They said it put the “Run” into the Rape Run. We have to rest sometime, though. The competition wouldn’t be entertaining if women got too exhausted to resist. So there are no location broadcasts between sunset and sunrise. One of the few rules for the Hunters is that women are not to be caught at night. (Gods, that feels good) By keeping the tracker information anonymous it means in The Zone I won’t send out a signal “Melena is at this grid reference”, merely “a Runner is at this grid reference”. Otherwise the five Hunters would only ever target the two women they most wanted to violate, and the Run would commonly end in a draw. That system worked for many years, and then the Hunters realized they were missing an opportunity. Viewing men across the asshole galaxy would pay to see their favorite women lose. Sponsorship and the “Most want to see” category were born. Wealthy men across the galaxy can transfer a small fortune in credits to the Slavers, and sponsor a girl not to win, but to fail. But that meant there had to be incentives for the perverts who hands over their life savings. I kissed her again and said, "You are very wet for me arent you?" What's going on? “You look a little bit bemused,” Justin said as he glanced at me. We kept walking towards Miss Daisy's classroom. None seemed at all bothered that a naked girl was with 3 young men, although I did see a couple of men who were looking at me. Her vaginal lips glistened from the moisture of her arousal. “Hah," Bill laughed, “she is definitely suited for the job! Yeah, sure… Although riding a moped with you driving frightens me…” This table was much calmer. “I'm eager to free Aingeal,” I answered. assfuck As far as intercourse goes, it was like your experience, my first or second year in college. 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And that's when she rapidly lost consciousness again. my husband but I want to tell you that you can fuck me any time you want, I owe you The look she gave him caused Jace to lift an eyebrow of confusion when she seemed to brighten up butthole and smile. Anne was dressed in the red kimono they had seen earlier, and was tied to a pillar on buttfucking a cliff overlooking the great Dong's approach.