“Maybe, in the munitions hut, but they’re no use to us. We can’t harm the men and there’s nowhere to run. They’ll just track our implants and we’ll be punished.” “We can’t harm the men, but we can harm other women,” Ja-Alixxe says. “So we can use them on each other. Both of us firing at the same time.” My skin goes cold as the enormity of what she’s suggesting sinks in. A suicide pact. “Please,” Ja-Alixxe asks, with the most humility I’ve ever heard from her. “Kill me. I don’t know how much more I can stand.” I’ve said to myself many times since the day I first boarded the Bountiful Sluts wearing a demeaning sexy blue slave wrap that I wished I was dead. And I have no hope of any dignity in my future or of a return to my former life. But when push comes to shove, to actually take the final irrevocable step… I’m still deciding whether to let Ja-Alixxe shoot me when we lose our chance to act on the idea. With terrifying suddenness she screams in agony, so immediate and loud that I too cry out with fright, and in my arms the bounty hunter tenses so much with her pain she almost doubles up. Understanding I look around fearfully. They’ve activated her pain stimulators again. That can only mean Salarin must be close by, returning with his first catch of the day. I don’t want to witness yet another woman’s ritual degradation, so when I hear a number of speeders pulling into camp I hide in the hut. Ja-Alixxe remains with me - she isn’t permitted to show herself. The two of us cling to each other in the darkest corner of the bare room, while some poor woman’s torment begins outside. “Blasters,” she mouths silently. Outside the screams of agony and the voice pleading not to be tortured and raped does not sound like Ithya, our own White Queen, and so I take heart Alexa can’t have run my leader to ground yet. The seclusion cannot last forever though, so when I hear “Boobs!” shouted in my Master’s voice I leap from Ja-Alixxe’s arms like I’ve been electrified, and hurry into the open. It is the punk singer, Twisted Elle, who stands naked in the torture frame with the hot sun beating down on her. She’s been bound in the same “X” shape they used to secure Cassarinie, only with Elle’s restraints there is the addition of a wooden pole embedded in the ground, which runs upwards to terminate in a large rubbery phallus sandwiched between the woman’s buttocks. It looks to be too deeply sunk into her anus for Elle to dislodge it by moving her pelvis. Cassarinie was caught late in the wife day, meaning the men used her at leisure and en-masse. With other Runners still out there in The Zone, Salarin’s triumphal rape of Elle has been quick, to speed his return to the hunt. In a sense she’s had it easy. The dribble of shame from her cunt is nothing to the ruination Salarin and his men inflicted on Cassarinie’s body. The singer is still alert and she stands upright in the frame, silently looking out across the camp. My Master is relaxing back in a canvas safari chair, his loose pants bulging with an erection. Watching the torture of Twisted Elle must have made him indian horny, and he wishes for sexual gratification before returning to the chase. “Do you want Fucking to put it in my cunt, Master?” I politely check. Klink waves dismissively. “I’m broken. I stepped back and joined our little audience in looking at her beautiful, wet pussy. “No more than I wanted him to. Sami gasped again and recoiled in surprise, but I kept my hands squarely planted on her ass, keeping pelvis in place before my onslaught. I stared at him in disbelief as Bill tore off a hefty piece of tape and secured my stretched out panties to the small of my back. I would make Prince Meinard pay. Their life had been good, his life had been good: he was getting good grades, after school he'd hang out with his friends down by indian the court or play videogames at home, and the only girl that mattered to him was Adi. It only took a few more minutes before Evan pushed his cock deep into Claire's mouth and shot many thick ropes of cum into her throat. I kept my eye contact with it, smiled and combed my fingers through the air. CRASH! The removal of his finger, even though it hurt, was like a loss to her. She was white and they were all black. I couldn’t make up my mind if I’d had enough sun for the day or not but going to the car park didn’t mean the end of the sun so off I set. She was moaning loudly when I felt my cock dumping its load inside her. She said it was fun, but nowhere as much fun as when she plays with Jill and me, or even Tina for that matter. Ziva noticed in the reflection, and spun round, to see Julie had moved to all fours and positioned herself at wife the edge of the bed, her ass high in the air. I grumbled inwardly to myself, admitting that my instructions were not Fucking entirely clear. Even now he couldn’t find it in himself to feel any true guilt. “Ooh, that feels big,” she said. “I love you Bill. That raid on Bangor, it was just a trick to lure them in! I played with her clit with my tongue. “Hypnotism was his reply”. Then she said she only stayed on her towel when nude before. “Michael, I,” Mary started to say before I interrupted, “I want a sexy ponytail, sexy baby. “Doesn't matter! 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