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“And disappoint the upskirt crowd, Melena?” he replies innocently. “Screw you, then!” I curse him, but my insult is robbed of its impact by another involuntary moan of pleasure. “No, it will be you getting fucked I think, Melena, unless you’re the lucky one who gets away,” he says smoothly. “Do you want to know how much the galaxy wants to see your virgin little pussy getting reamed? Do you want to know how grateful the republic is to the woman who fought to protect it?” I do, and I don’t. The first category – the odds for the betting on the survivor don’t matter too much, apart from reassuring the higher ranking females that they have a chance. But the second ranking – who do the audience most want to see raped – makes a big difference to how the run plays out. The reason is because of our trackers, and the sponsors. (Please no, I feel so horny) Back before trackers were used, the best survival tactic for a woman in the Rape Run would be to find the perfect hiding place and stay there. It made for a competition the audience found boring – no better than an adult game of hide-and-seek. So when the Slavers developed technology to let all their slaves’ implants also function as trackers, they made an amendment to the implants of Non Nude women in the game. At a random time, once per day, and she doesn’t know when, the implant in each Runner anonymously broadcasts her location to the screens of the Hunters. Because the broadcast time is random and changes for each girl each day, that means Runners like me can’t just hide in one place, and we don’t know when to change location. We must move, at least a little, every couple of hours, and even then we might get unlucky, resting just when our location is out. Once the Slavers started using trackers, almost fifty percent of captures were women on the move. They said it put the “Run” into the Rape Run. We have to rest sometime, though. The competition wouldn’t be entertaining if women got too exhausted to resist. So there are no location broadcasts between sunset and sunrise. One of the few rules for the Hunters is that women are not to be caught at night. (Gods, that feels good) By keeping the tracker information indian anonymous it means in The Zone I won’t send out a signal “Melena is at this grid reference”, merely “a Runner is at this grid reference”. Otherwise the five Hunters would only ever target the two women they most wanted to violate, and the Run would commonly end in a draw. That system worked for many years, and then the Hunters realized they were missing an opportunity. Viewing men across the galaxy would pay to see their favorite women lose. Sponsorship and the “Most want to see” category were born. Wealthy men across the galaxy can transfer a small fortune in credits to the Slavers, and sponsor a girl not to win, but to fail. But that meant there had to be incentives for the perverts who hands over their life savings. The poorer guy only gets to make a contribution to our hydrating fluid that is too gross to think about. For the rich man though, it is expected that the sponsor will be permitted some use of the female, after her capture. So ever since we were first broadcast at our kidnappings or in the holding cell, they’ve been taking advance reservations, whoring each one of us out. Even if the Slaver decides a captive is a personal favorite and teen wants to keep her for himself, the sponsor must still be permitted some time with her in exchange for his vast payment. What’s more, if the slave is discarded after the end of the Rape Run, as is a more common fate, the sponsor will have privileges in the bidding for her. It’s a very lucrative business, selling the bodies of the most beautiful women in the galaxy. At this moment he completely forgave her for cheating on him. "Huh," Bull started, moving forward towards Calvin and stopping beside Katie, my youngest, picked his boxers off the floor and held them. “What a precocious thing you are. Feels so good, Mom! I looked up teen towards the three-story mansion and tried guessing how many rooms it would have. Fucking me just one time just ain’t gonna do indian it. Too bad I got there first…" she snickered. Girls were looking at me. They were whispering and giggling. At first, I convinced myself that the ease with which my fingers slid between her lips was only caused by her natural state of being, but as I kept touching her, I started to realize my actions actually resulted in a reaction -- a reaction that was anything but expected, given the upskirt circumstances, and still felt Non Nude immensely out of place in this very situation. I see her go back to kissing Belinda’s mouth as if there was the food of life inside her lips. “Hey come pick up this dress and leave her old one on the floor. It was clear, and I could see that it was clogged with gunk. “hi, nice to meet you Adam...I’m sorry if I am a little late, I was nervous about meeting you today as I have not done this sort of thing for a long time now” she replied as she began to take her seat.