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The Hunters want us in crop-tops and hot-pants, so that’s what Melena has to wear. Waiting in line I shift position, and it feels like my shorts ride even higher up into my backside. I wish I could pull down the hems, but we haven’t got to the worst of my outfit yet - the yoke across my shoulders trapping my hands. This item, we were told while being locked into them, will be removed after the display, as I hope will the groinal cup. The steel-alloy bar is formed around a central collar for my neck, a yoke which extends one foot to either side, where it reality terminates in a metal bracelet for my wrists. So with my throat currently locked into the collar section and my hands secured and useless out at the bracelets, I don’t have the use of my arms in any way. We have all been restrained in the same way, holding our hands out, wrists level with our necks. Down from each collar section dangles a leash. In my case this strap rests on the swelling of my breasts. Beneath the mysterious groinal cup my brunette pussy is tingling – the returning early stages of arousal that has pestered me since my injections. This morning the stimulation is made worse by the presence inside my shorts of a bumpy piece of soft rubberlike material, something only the size of a sticking plaster, which presses and forms around my clitoris intimately. It seems to have been manufactured into the fabric of the clothing, and I hope it’s only to be there during the parade. Having to complete the Rape Run with that thing turning me on the entire time will make an insurmountable challenge still more difficult. I wonder if all of us are inflicted with one of these. Some of my fellow runners are certainly looking flushed, especially the ones Leesha believed were also injected, so I suspect at least a few are suffering the same constant teasing. So great is the effect of the rubber on me that the camel-toe I’m forced to display by the tightness of my thin shorts might show a shameful stain of dampness, were it not for the cup. But what is this cup? The yoke I understand, but the cup is a mystery and the unknown frightens me. It covers me like the protective device that goes over a sportsman’s groin, fastening to me with such a simple strapped harness that were it not for the restraints I could easily remove it. Only a groin guard is hollow, whereas the solid inside of this thing fits snugly to me, pressing through my thin shorts intimately against the whole of my pudenda. Also unlike a groin guard these cups contain some technology - the entire outer surface of each one glows with a soft red light. We all have been fitted with one of them. We can’t hide its steady shine, even by demurely crossing our thighs, because of the second bar. This piece of metalwork has leather straps at either end and is fastened to hold our legs open, just above the level of the knees. So once we are taken, one at a time, into the interview hall we will do so walking in an ungainly waddle. It’s demeaning to move in such a way here in front of our cellmates, let alone the crowd, so most of us stand as still as we can, only taking a step when obliged. In the heat of the waiting area I feel sick with anticipation. This is how I am to be displayed – in hot pants, a crop top and this yoke, interviewed on stage before an auditorium full of men baying to see my humiliation, with the session broadcast to the galaxy. Our implants will temporarily be fully activated during the interviews, making it impossible to tell an untruth to the intimate questions we will be given. I wish I could avoid this more than anything else they will throw at me today – more than whatever the cup does - having my secret feelings exposed to ridicule. Ever since my processing I’ve had my suspicions that my implant might be faulty, I’ve felt so little difference since it was buried into my brain stem. One piece of evidence to support my belief is that a partially active implant will still prevent the Runner from killing herself, but I feel young I could readily take my own life were I to be captured. Another is that the implant is supposed to stop us harming a man, but I desperately want to strangle every single guy I see round here with my bare hands. I’m only holding back on acting out because of the futility of the attempt. Failure to implant does occasionally happen, but even if that’s my situation I’ve got to play my part on that stage. I must disguise the possibility that the implant hasn’t taken, and answer every question without disguise, even though it will cause me great shame. My interview, conducted by the same sleazy host Wagner who fronts the show every year, is only the start of my day’s ordeal. After my displaying we will be taken to our starting places for the Rape Run, and the main event will begin. Then my future is in the lap of the Gods. If I’m caught, within hours instead of Leesha’s gentle fingers inside me it could be the cock of the alien. It is tradition to surprise the women in some unpleasant way during the display. One year the implants were configured so when Wagner said a keyword, the Runner would suddenly believe herself to be naked in front of the audience. Another year a mini-contest was held where each Runner was forced to give oral pleasure to a male captive. The woman bringing her man to climax fastest was promised an advantage in the Run. I fear that this year, the trick has something to do with the glowing red cup. I will not be the first Runner to go before the crowd, but even so I won’t learn of the surprise until I am there in Wagner’s presence. Runners are not permitted to see each other’s interviews – the unguarded answers about our tactics for the Run might give our fellow competitors an advantage, so the forced secrecy means the moment revealing the surprise will be more entertaining. How many billions, perhaps trillions, will want to watch my reaction when they unveil the shock? The full moon was rising when I stripped off my wet bikini then lay on the bed nude, enjoying the freedom from clothing as I drifted asleep. “Ruby,” I said kindly to my new whore, “I want you to get off Brock and come with me. We’re going to fuck your sister.” The rest of the Jimenez family’s plan was even more simple. Cindy backed herself out, and turned around to face Rico. His green brunette reality hoodie, practical old boots, coat, and young jeans combo was not quite as alluring. It was then that I realised that I could move my backside a bit and I started moving it from side to side and back and forward. No, I'm not okay but let me finish. Walter grunted. It being July now, it was hot and the inside still doesn’t have AC yet, just a big fan. Our other children were out at various friend’s houses, too young to watch the depravity of tonight.

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"No sir." The sissy whispered, mostly to himself. Still on his knees as the man swiftly walked out the door. Ian could smell the man’s ball sweat on his fingers the rest of the day. No matter how often her tried to suck them clean. Ian spent the week sucking Grant’s dick in the morning and the swarthy man in the afternoon. If he showed up. Wednesday Ian was wearing a short, taffeta, fairy skirt. Pink lace thong. Black garter with matching stockings. A pink A-cup bra that he couldn’t stop tugging at. And strap on fairy wings. He practically felt like he was fluttering through the door young when he was called into Grant’s office. Grant was standing in front of his big desk. The sissy’s prick twitched. A frightened shiver passed through him. "Bend over the desk cream-puff." Grant ordered. "Did...did I do something wrong?" Ian hadn't been spanked all week. "Don't talk back, sissy." Ian obediently bent over. Elbows on the hard dark wood. His skirt was so reality short that his bare ass and panty covered crotch were revealed. Vulnerable. Grant rubbed the sissy’s little cock, then flicked his balls brunette through the lace. Then he grabbed the waistband of the submissive man's pink panties. Ian's eyes went wide, as they were yanked down his round ass. Falling to the floor. "Mmm, not perfect." “I am Captain Nicholas.” I answer. Tonight, you have something more important to take care of. Phyllis had the big smile and drank some more lemonade, nodding her head as she did. So how about you (and Mollie reached over and gently cupped my crotch . . . I put my tongue into his mouth, licking and thrusting hungrily, tasting him, squirming my crotch toward his cock. Oh my! She rotated her hips so that he slid in and out of her every rotation, and stayed pressed against his chest; her little nipples pressing reality into his skin while they rocked. “I’m sorry... Even if all we are is friends, you’ll still have a home here, if you want young it.” Lucilla raised her hand after me, her posture bowed pathetically, the sadness evident in her eyes. You know as well as I do that my shells DO NOT ricochet!" Her blue eyes grew brighter as she squirmed on the bed. Craig paid Rich quickly and pocketed the flash drive before he stared at the password that Rich had scrawled on a note pad. I sipped it and it tasted just like one of those Mango and Apple drinks. As she picked up her gown she could feel his essence spilling down her legs. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my overnight bag. It feels like deja vu for some odd reason. We shake hands and my team gets back on the elevator. Eyewitnesses confirmed each account. “You can do it, Master!” Opal encouraged, taking one of her hands. I thought my night could not get any worse but it did quickly. As he sat there, he could feel the beginnings of an erection like the distant thunder of storm clouds on the horizon. Shaking, she slumped to the floor, adrenaline coursing through her veins as brunette she looked up, her view of Ariela blocked, by Atrin. Then, when he's balls deep in my ass, I bear down with my strong ass muscles and choke his cock until he grunts in pleasure. "Girl, you did a good job spotting this one! The teacher's shock vanished. "My names Morgan. Here, I think it is best you just read my diary.


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