Panic subsiding, I take stock of my surroundings. The rectangle of sky through the window space is a little lighter but I can see it’s still an hour or two before dawn. In theory I’m safe until the sun breaks above the rim of the bowl, but that doesn’t mean the Hunters aren’t waiting somewhere close by, ready to nab me as Hardcore soon as they’re allowed. The sensible move would be to leave before the sun becomes visible. The sandclaws will have gone to their lairs just before daybreak, but the Hunters and their entourages will not be moving. I shift the door away from the opening, taking longer this time to avoid making the least noise. From my belly there is an uncomfortable grumble and I realize I didn’t eat all day yesterday. My mouth is also dry and parched. Quietly I call out for water, and this time I also call out for food. Sure enough the galaxy is still here with me – only seconds later two canisters float in through indian the open window. I unscrew the lid of the food container first. Fingering As expected it contains an unpleasant broth. This is slave gruel – the staple food of women on Aghara-Penthay. When I was first taken captive I would vomit back every mouthful, but hunger and desperation drove me to persist and I’ve grown used to eating it over the time I’ve been here. Everything a female needs nutritionally to survive is in here. Vitamins, carbs, proteins, and so on. There’s a mint flavor additive so our breath smells pussyfucking pleasing after we’ve consumed it. But to remind us of our perpetual inferiority they lace it with other things – often human excrement and more sperm. Men don’t kiss slaves on Aghara-Penthay – partly because we women apparently don’t deserve such a gesture of tenderness, but also because they don’t want anything transferred from our lips to theirs. For the regular slave population it is rumored that slave broth often contains other ingredients – drugs to make women compliant and docile; aphrodisiacs; drugs that mean our tongues deliver a tingling sensation when women perform oral sex; and occasionally things to make women high, or hallucinate terrible visions. It would not make for an entertaining Rape Run if I could not perform at my best, however. This broth pussylicking won’t be spiked. I gulp back the mulch in several swallows, trying not to think about what I’m ingesting. I follow the same approach with the viscous, salty, sperm-laden water, and although the thought of drinking cum makes me retch, this time I do not vomit. Wiping the last of the sticky liquid from my lips, and with my most urgent bodily needs met, I become aware of the secondary demands – a tingling arousal between my legs. Damn – I should have sated my desire last night. I slip a hand into the front waistband of my tight shorts, and worm my way down until my fingertips down to the intimacies of my core. Oh, touching my clitoris feels good, and my nether lips are as I’d expected – wet and receptive. My body yearns for the relief of full penetration, even though it’s abhorrent to my mind. “Natalie!” I caressed his mind with my fantasies, my depthless perversions that treated such emotions as flavors to be tasted in the heat of lust. Alexis smiled sheepishly. The girl trailed off, tears streaming down her cherry red cheeks. I step in and see two lovely women indian sitting on their knees in a submissive pose with their heads bowed. “Mom’s last name. Sometimes she pulled out her "Little Friend" and worked the fleshy dildo into her pussy. The Saint Petersburg Yacht Club is only a few blocks away. 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