She was last to arrive in the pens, and in the short time Leesha made no mention of her past or origins, but I always took her for a bred slave. That means she would have never been outside the pens in her entire life. Glumly I wonder if she lied to me. Was I being played by her the whole time? Maybe she just sent me where I’d get caught. Maybe she was never even on that mountain waiting for me to join her. I shouldn’t be continuing the conversation – addressing a man on Aghara-Penthay only invites suffering, but I have to know more. Please, give me a sign that someone in this universe hasn’t betrayed me. “Do you know where they are, Master: Leesha and Hardcore Jasmeena?” I ask. Lotho-etsarra moves his hand up my thigh, and his touch is back at the apex of my legs, fingering my clitoris. My asian arousal has not completely diminished after sex, and heat flares in me one more, my loins turning to liquid. “I like you Melena – you’re unusually responsive,” he observes, and I feel my face grow hot. He debates for a moment and decides to be merciful to me, a naked slave looking feeble covered in red welts. “You know of course that the tracker updates do not tell us which Runner is which, so I cannot say for certain,” he explains softly, all the while with those fingers slowly working my body, “but it appears that two Runners are remaining stationary, staying close to a fixed base near the high mountain. We suspect those two to be your friend and your enemy. The third and last female hides in the most open desert area of The Zone, where there are sand dunes. She moves constantly, as you did before your capture. We believe that one to be the female native to desert lands.” So she was waiting for me. I feel a surge of gratitude to know Leesha was there, on the hill. But I can’t think much more of it now because the stimulation from my sex is much more demanding and I have to moan, arching my back to satisfy my overwhelming need to move. If he carries on with soon, soon I will only be able mature to exist in my present. I have one more thing I’m desperate to know, so I ask it in a voice breathy with arousal. “If I’m not to be given to the Alien, what is to happen to me, Master?” I plead, trying to make my voice seductive enough to win an answer. “You’re already up for sale, slave girl,” he replies immediately, with a casual flash of his dark eyes and handsome smile. “Salarin prefers the women who break gradually, and although the sensitivity of your body makes you desirable to most men, it is a turn-off for him. So bids are being taken on you and competition is fierce. Whoever wins you, he will be a wealthy man to afford your price, Melena. But as to what happens before then… As soon as this year’s Rape Run is complete your implant will be fully activated, and you will sexually serve the needs of each of your sponsors, before being delivered for permanent service to your new master.” “No!” I beg, my tone unclear whether I’m begging to avoid this fate, or the approaching orgasm. “The responsiveness of your body, that again you prove right now, has attracted great femdom interest,” he relentlessly continues. “Many man wish to enjoy having Melena de Santo as their personal plaything. What a prize you would make, docile at someone’s feet. You’re going to japanese make millions of credits for Aghara-Penthay.” I’ve always known I’d be sold if I was caught, but for some reason hearing this news repeated unleashes a fresh flood of crying from me. I turn my head to the side and face Jasmine. Kneeling beside the bed, she looks silently at me - a teardrop in her own eye her only means of communication. As it trickles down her cheek we hold each other’s gaze as my body’s resistance breaks down, and I scream in climax at my violation from a stranger. Don't forget: That's MY man's cock. Would that surface today? I shrugged my shoulders. The japanese attempt was working. You let him cum in asian you? My cock was throbbing with the excitement of being caught like this. I shot back, if I do Hardcore it then you have too, dare. After nice dinner and a few cocktails we made our way back to the house. She released Chloe’s tit and throat. My femdom breasts bounced before me as I rode Daddy's cock, my pussy gripping him. And Yes, he does have a nice one.” Heather stated. The look on her face and way her body jumped made it clear that all she was feeling was pain. I whimpered, pulling at the ropes holding my arms above my body. Guess I have to pay the bill somehow." said Julie casting off her robe to stand naked. It almost seemed like the girl was mature sucking the life out of him. But I never felt gay, at least not in any romantic sense. As we go to Abena’s house, as soon as we were inside. I didn’t give her any time to get accustomed to the sensation, I immediately started ramming her with all the strength and speed I could muster, turning her originally shrill moan into an almost semi-conscious gargle.