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Without giving me time to reply she turns and disappears beyond the rim of the pit, and I am alone in this trap. Where the skin of my back oral isn’t protected by my clothing, it’s starting to feel like it is burning. I have lost. Now my only choices are to wait until the pain becomes unbearable, or I can surrender myself while I still have my health and avoid at least one additional torture. There is nothing worse I can imagine enduring than what inevitably lies ahead of me - being stripped and raped, but I don’t want to die either, or just lie here suffering needlessly until a Hunter homes on my signal anyway. They say that while there’s life, there’s hope, but it doesn’t feel like it to me, hogtied by a giant carnivorous plant. As the leaf starts to close over me I commit myself and say the word that dooms me to be Hairy a loser in the Rape Run. “Flare.” 19 - Camp I growl angrily as I’m steered towards the frame by the men, fighting as hard as woman can when she has bound hands and a noose around her throat attached to a pole. They might be about to take my body, but I can show them they won’t break my spirit. My first view from inside a Hunter camp does nothing to ease my fears. cum A number of such sites in the Zone are configured for the Hunters to use as bases, and enjoy their captured women. They are places of horror. The buildings around this one are not as decayed as most of the ruins in the crater, and they form a neat ring facing into a circle. In the center of that circle are the instruments of suffering. I’ve been unlucky since my kidnap on the cruiser, and of course, down in the carnivore pit when I sent up the flare it had to be Salarin that was the first to arrive and “save” me. The man I feared most of all was the one standing victorious over me when from my place enshrouded within the deadly leaves I heard the sound of blaster weapons, and at last the foliage fell away. But even after the plant’s death those snaking tendrils didn’t relax their hold, and completely helpless cumshot in the vines I had to endure the indignity of needing the Hunter’s help to get free, and then needing someone to intimately clean off the corrosive syrup, before they could manhandle me back to their base. But it is the present and future suffering I have to concern myself with, not the past, and here before me are instruments that will deliver that. I need to fear the wooden frames; the human-size St. Andrew’s cross with bracelets at its tips intended for limbs; the cage suspended above the ground; and the deep pit at the edge of the ring of buildings, covered by a grill. In the center of the camp the Hunters have positioned three wooden frames, each large enough for a human to stand inside. Of course each has eyelets screwed into the timber suitable for attaching restraints. I am being herded across the circle by my neck like a rabid dog and towards one vintage of these by my captors, the men of Salarin. It would be a long6 and a half hour trip each way. Momo leaned forward. I hope you don't mind if we stay . . . She had me to stand up and she put my tittys back in my dress and cum zipped me up. But come on, I’m turning pets into sexy animal-eared girls, what other kind of explanation could I have possibly gotten? I prefer to call it 'playing with myself.' "That​'​s it for now maybe more later I will let you know now fuck me slow with long strokes".. The pizza came about 40 minutes later. She won’t wake up.” and Ron said as he smiled at Hairy Harry. This is a recollection of a time back in the days when we still had drive-in movies and more fun! She’s been a really great friend since we met back in June.” I already knew that both from what Scarlett had told me and from tidbits I’d picked up from Fred. "So where we going?" And if you can oral get your homework done in school we won't have to carry books." All my brain power was devoted to thinking of something to say that I lost control of my motor functions, sort of like when a person is laughing and they let out a fart, they didn’t mean to. “Can we get to your car from here hon?” she asked. Instead of holding his newspaper in front of him like cumshot all the others were doing, he put his on his lap and looked down to it, but I could still see his eyes and they vintage kept rolling up so that he could see my pussy. All Kyle was wearing was a pair of swim trunks. You are a ghost Tonaco, go away, do not haunt this place. I pointed to her little red shorts. Her violet eyes darted around, glassy with the pleasure I gave her.