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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 Indian Porn 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 Indian Sex 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 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 indian 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 anal 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. 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