“Did that hurt? Poor baby… Oh, let me take it into my mouth and suck it better.” “No! No!” Leshan starts pleading afresh. “Stick your fingers in his anus,” Ja-Alixxe suggests. “He’d do it to you.” It is only a minute or two before once again they have him so aroused that the ring suppresses him, and I can hear nothing but a man’s screams. By the third or fourth time, he’s been through this treatment, he is weeping uncontrollably. “I want to rip his balls off,” Tasha says viciously. “They threesome haven’t implanted me yet. That means I can still hurt men.” And she tries to do just that, bringing a fresh chorus of howls from her victim. It turns out a female isn’t strong enough to part masculine flesh with her bare hands, but a woman can squash a man’s testicles in her fists, and she can kick him between his legs using bare feet. For perhaps an hour it goes on. By the end Leshan is growing lost in the suffering, and his cries are beginning to weaken. I look again and anal see his eyes are now glazed. He seems only half aware of what is happening. The women have used their claw-like nails on him, and his hairy skin is covered in blowjob such deep wounds it looks as though he’s been whipped. One of his eyes is blackening. Of course it is the clever Ja-Alixxe who realizes she has one last weapon. Kneeling between his thighs almost submissively, she leans over, as though to deliver a kiss, but her lips are drawn back to bare her teeth. This time Leshan’s scream cuts of suddenly, and he lies silent and limp. Ja-Alixxe rises, smiling. The lower part of her face is covered in blood. She has something in her mouth, and I feel myself about to retch as she walks gracefully to the drain and spits something that looks like a piece of raw meat into the hole. I cannot help but feel pity, and then I remind myself this is a Slaver. If I were helpless, would he be showing any mercy to me? Other cellmates also believe such cruelty is justified. Tasha is closing on the bloody remains of Leshan’s groin. And still the women’s vengeance is not complete. Turning so I can’t see more, I put my hands over my Hardcore ears and try to block gangbang out the world. 8 - Processing Now that the full line up of this year’s Runners are present, all ten of us, I know they will come for me soon. Each time the door of our pen opens, I clench with dread, digging my fingernails into my palms to keep me from shaking. As with every year in the Rape Run, our participation in the entertainment doesn’t spare us the processing received by any woman in the hands of the Slavers of Aghara-Penthay. This was the point I got excited, prim and proper were not just the expectations, they were adamantly adheared to, until the drapes gangbang were shut. "Sure." You don't have a problem with me fucking my mother. Her pussy anal landed right between my mouth and nose. Shake hands.” Her tawny hair fell before her in a curtain as she twisted her neck to look back over her shoulder. I ask, “Do we have a parking garage?’ He knew he could tell her anything from now on and that was exactly what he was going to do! I blowjob unpackaged one of the studio quality cameras and started snapping pictures of the scene from various angles. You could hear muffled moans not made by the movies coming from it. A bunch of our fans were going to show up and we would threesome spend two days doing photo Hardcore shoots and fucking. He licked her sensitive little nib for a while then at his mother's request shoved his tongue as deep as he could inside her. "So, what do you think I want?" I held her hands for leverage, pulling her back every time I pushed into her. They cuddled for a while with Samantha gently stroking him and Chad doing his best to behave.