I do not wish to be needlessly tortured for a lost cause, so if I am commanded to surrender myself, I will do so. I have accepted that I am not strong enough or brave enough to prevent these men from raping me over and over, and the easiest path for me comes through submission. It seems like so many lifetimes ago that I was a woman with vitality and spirit, that I can barely believe they only captured me this afternoon. This morning I was a virgin with my life before me, I was pushed into the carnivorous flower by Ja-Alixxe early in the afternoon, and now, after sunset, I already don’t know how many men have had sex with me. I have lost count. Vaginally raped – I think it goes into the fifties. Anally – perhaps the thirties. The two men who brought me in here added two to the tally of my sexual partners. I was groped intimately during their handling of me, and once I was chained down to the cot japanese they prepared me for a new form of abuse by forcing something between my teeth, a large ring strapped there not to mute me, but keep my jaw open. Then they raped me, in my mouth this time, male hairy thighs either side of my face and cocks shoved so deep jizz into my throat I retched and feared I’d choke to death. I can still taste my rapists’ foul sperm, semen dumped fresh from the source instead of consumed later via the hydration canister. But I’ve endured worse. It’s over now. The ring gag they took with them, so I’m able to speak and there’s no reminder other than a disgusting taste in my mouth. What those two men did to me will probably not be as bad as whatever comes in here next, be it Hunter or sponsor. So as I lie here handcuffed and roped to this mattress, facing more fucking by whoever enters next, once again I’m struggling to avoid losing my mind to fear. When a Rape Runner is caught by a Hunter, she belongs to the one who makes the initial capture, and creampie he has first use of her and also dictates her final disposal. Thus, I am by their law Salarin’s sex slave. Despite his saying he was finished with me – apparently because I’m too cowardly under torture to be of interest, my disposal is still his privilege. Protocol amongst the Hunters is that once the initial captor has claimed the honor of violating his prize, the other faction leaders may have turns with her. At the end she is sold on, or kept as her captor’s personal servant, depending on his wishes. Cronorgan has used me already. Before they start whoring me to my sponsors, I might still be passed to Lotho-etsarra, the one known as The Libido because of the way he can go for hours and is only interested in screwing as many females as he can. Or it might be asian Jackran-ad-aktar, the one called The Alien with sperm his gigantic spear of a penis. It is the Alien whom I currently dread penetrating me more than any other living being, so I wait in a state of terrible fear knowing how completely defenseless is my delicate pussy. But my feelings are worth nothing. If the Alien wants me, he will have me. And afterwards, if he wants he will have me again. No matter how much it hurts and tears me inside they will simply repair me with that “cunt paste” and start on me right over again. I’ll be as tight as a virgin and the next violation will hurt just as much as the first one did. These are the grim thoughts that reach their peak when I detect the sounds of movement outside the hut. I tense like a trapped animal, even though any resistance on my part is futile. It is with definite relief I see Lotho-etsarra, the one called the libido, enter my chamber. She started carefully rubbing my cock through my swimsuit, and kissing and nibbling my ears and neck. The toilet didn’t need any attention, which gave Megan some much-needed relief, but everything else did. “Beautiful,” the Interviewer said. I hope I don’t give the impression that I am some sort of slut.” “What girl wouldn't be in bed with her parents and hearing such sexy bedtime tales.” I shook my head, my heart racing. I should have check to make sure I’m sorry can you forgive me please I don’t want to lose you?” She said That meant any caravanner would have to travel along the old imperial paths in the jizz Maples, sperm Spruces or Pines; those parts of the Great Forest that bordered the Highlands directly. So the next to last class got started with all fifteen girls drawing a number out of a asian hat to determine the sucking order. My cock was completely erect and throbbed visibly, filled with lust with the creampie anticipation of taking an anal virginity once more. “No! No!” Leshan starts pleading afresh. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?” she asked, looking up into my eyes. Each thrust sent her further and further up until the headboard stopped her. From there, the girls’ reactions depended on whatever animal they were looking at. “Jessi, this is Rose, the wife of Jackson who you saw with your mother.” “You know too?” asked Jessi, “Your husband and my mother having sex, and in our own house?” Rose smiled and said, “Yes, I know and japanese I also encourage them to have sex. She growled in climax over and over again, her body fully submitting to me as I soaked her secret garden with my seed. “Sorry baby,” she said. 0403 - Johnathon