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I’m for the Rape Run. From the moment I padded barefoot onto these men’s ship my image was probably recorded for broadcast victoriously across the galaxy. The Slavers will have gloried collage in the way they could have Colonel Melena de Santo snatched from right on a Republic cruiser. I will be filmed every moment of my life now until the Run is over. Warm-up shows go out every evening – look what we did to Melena today. It cuts me up inside that I’m inevitably being portrayed as so weak. And my personal shaming lets down all the women in the galaxy. No female is safe if we betray each other so they can capture me - that will have been the message broadcast with footage of me on my knees, humbled in a slave wrap. During my time in the cage I had no intention of adding to the galaxy’s entertainment, so for a while I stubbornly avoided the phallic feeding tube. I couple considered that my fall would have represented a greater humiliation for the Republic and myself if the brave colonel was shown with her mouth on something like a cock, only hours after capture. But I wasn’t even permitted the right to starve myself. “Feed!” one of them, in the uniform of a more senior rank eventually ordered me. I shook my head. It was unlikely I would have been able to starve or dehydrate myself to death before we reach Aghara-Penthay, but I intended to try. “Very well,” said the guard, and he reached up to press something concealed above my cage. It was as though the ship has flown into the sun. It felt like every part of me in contact with the cage walls, floor or ceiling became as hot as lava, and I was shrieking uncontrollably. Remembering it, I believe the guard probably only permitted this torture to persist for a few seconds, but for me as the unlucky victim it felt like I endured it for an eternity. Then as suddenly as it began the agony ended, as abruptly as turning off a light switch. My eyes had filled with tears while I’d been screaming. They’d made me cry already. With my sanity restored I shuffled position to check the damage, expecting to see my skin burnt and stuck to the metal. My knees, so close to my chin I have been easily outdoor able to touch them with my cheek all this time, were the only place in contact village with the cell that I could check in the cramped space, and moments after such agony I couldn’t believe they were completely unharmed. Was this what a touch from a slave baton felt like? And that was just from the places on my body in contact with the cage - my knees, part of my feet, and my side. I couldn’t imagine how bad it might feel to have the pain applied to somewhere more sensitive. Somewhere intimate. “Feed!” the guard repeated. I hated giving in, but cowardice overwhelmed me. I was gripped by an unnatural fear that the walls indian might become white hot again. When that guard threatened me, I was willing to do anything not to endure that punishment a second time. Docilely, I extended my head forward and closed my lips over the end of the feeder. The false cock even had the texture and temperature of human flesh, although with my single experience of the male form I did not know if all erect organs have this same rigidity. As the enema slowly poured down into Tom’s ass, Miranda went back for the plastic box still sitting in the bathroom. She moans as I start to couple breach her. Her smooth skin slide between his hand as she took it all in. She let out a scream. I was thrusting her at a speed if four thrusts per second. He pulled back, and now the vines pulled her face down to his groin. There was more to indian tell before we got to that part of the story. It was tightly puckered, and it looked like I would collage be confined to rimming Amy’s ass only. Lizzie got defensive village and then backed outdoor off as the cute little fairy before her wore the most devious of smiles. I started to get up but she wrapped her arms around me pulling me back down, we fell asleep like that, not waking up until late Saturday morning. Fine I accept that, and I’m better off than many people. Chapter Six I could feel her tensing, mounting, then she grunted and held very still as her orgasm came over her. “We need to get her to start munching on your wet cunt this afternoon, while I ream out her cunt and asshole with hard cock!”