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A sandclaw would be unlikely to be able to jump this high, or climb up to rough surprise me. The sun is below the horizon, it’s darkening rapidly and already getting difficult to see. In the petite very last room on the upper floor is an unexpected bonus. A steel door is intact, but off its hinges. If I could push it into back place I could seal myself into the room. Anything trying to reach me during the night would have to break through my simple barricade, giving me enough warning that I can jump out the empty window cavity. The door is heavier than it looks, and it makes a terrible scraping noise that must be audible for a quarter of a mile. But I manage to shift it across over the room’s opening, and I feel satisfied. As soon fucked hard as that’s done exhaustion catches up with me. It was only hours earlier I awoke from unconsciousness to find myself a Rape Runner, but since then I’ve been in a permanent state of fear, with the adrenaline spiking into terror when I so nearly got caught at the pit. My morning appearance on the stage was eventful too. Weariness can be permitted in this temporary resting place. Alone in this shell of a room I sink down onto my haunches, with my heels pressing into my buttocks small tits through the thin fabric of the shorts, and then I slide out my ankles and sit on the floor. My legs are extended in front of me and I’m leaning back on the rusting door. Long, red hair caresses my shoulders. I’m too tired even to stand again, but my thoughts are racing too much to sleep. I’m still free, I congratulate myself, but so are eight other Runners, who are also desperate to be the last woman caught – the survivor. I mustn’t get complaisant. Only one Runner, poor Tasha is tonight beginning her future of endless rape and abuse. Tasha Hardcore – I barely spoke to her, especially after she chose to partner with Ja-Alixxe, the bitch responsible for my being in this situation. The business woman seemed okay in a tough way – certainly not deserving what has happened to her. “Who would want your useless cunt?” I gasp fucked hard as she pinches hard, pulling my big tit out. They asked for a dance, and Melissa said okay and told Hardcore me I should dance with the one guy as she danced with the other. Let me know what ya think in the comments below. She was studying business marketing and planned to do something with her life, but she wanted to have that future alongside someone she loved. “Daddy, can I get you anything?” She said in a whisper rough to me. It was more like stuff that was weighing me down so much I was crashing. These past few months have been great and I feel like I did when we dated before college. I gave her what she asked for. As Maa felt shy and blushed, I felt proud such a beauty is my Maa. But only three more people after her were allowed on the ship when they shut the gate to the ramp and said they were filled to capacity, and started petite preparing to depart. Then, her knees tied in such a way, wide apart, that she was compelled to offer herself. He headed for a door marked “Employee Only” and vanished. The woman had always been there for them, and her husband was too much of an evil prick to give Candy the love she deserved. Slowly, I trailed my hand down her taut stomach, over her well-pronounced hips, letting my fingers graze the thin fabric covering her pussy. “You'll be fine,” the freshman girl who went the very first week shouted. Her flesh clung to me, squeezing around me. This silky friction created small tits this bliss that radiated down to my cunt.