The use of such force was cruel and unnecessary. Emirie Kadjiz was dead before she’d hit the ground. “What a waste of a nice cunt,” Wagner said, disappointed. “The killer better make sure she’s the survivor, or she’s for it afterwards.” Salarin and Cronorgan have been so far without a trophy. This is bad news for me – we can expect reprisals at nightfall if The Sadist has no-one else to play with. I am stationed at the same camp Salarin traditionally uses – a circle of crude huts around the restraints for his victims. Wooden frames, large enough for captives to stand inside, are currently empty. Despite the desert heat I shiver as I look at those frames and remember the heroic Republic space fleet colonel, Melena de Santo, being bound there last year and then being abused and degraded in the worst ways imaginable in front of an audience of trillions. There is other furniture here. Tight cages barely large enough to fit a woman inside swing from posts like gibbets in the hot breeze. An open pool which smells foul serves as the cesspit. There are rules for Hunters as well as Runners in this competition, and Salarin is only allowed a retinue of ten men. The maximum six of them hunt with him at the moment. Four man the camp where I serve. As well as the huts here where the men sleep, our camp contains some buildings given over to stores of food, and some to munitions, restraints and sadistic equipment for the maltreatment of slaves. My duties are to prepare food, to clean the camp and run such errands as I am given, and to serve the sexual pleasure of any man who asks. I am forbidden from leaving the camp area, but I have no interest in doing so anyway – there is nowhere to run to on Aghara-Penthay. I get little work done, for the four men who remain here all desire me. Much of my afternoon is spend lying on my side on a cramped camp bed while a grey-haired, small man paws my breasts. He likes pressing his erection at the apex of my legs and moving it steadily against my clitoris until I become wet. There is no consideration of my consent in having sex with him, but he is gentle and for some reason that makes me cry after we’re done. He strokes my hair and asks my name, smiling a little when I reveal the truth that it actually is “Boobs” as branded onto my flank. He asks me about life on Gaianesia, and if I like being Klink’s slave (no). Her face was flushed and wet, a small string of drool hanging off her chin. NO WAY’ I groaned. She looked at me from the tops of her eyes, possessed and demanding, not having to ask for what she wanted. “Just work the shaft.” She grabbed the hem of her wet sundress and lifted it over her head. She kissed me passionately. Mariana blushes a bit but does smile a perfectly white smile. When I gained back sensation on my limbs, he unfastened the harness and we kissed. I’ve already told you about the hard hats and the protective shoes. He has accompanied me from my parents’ home to here.
Yelitza lifted her eyes to Zora for the first time, with a look of naked lust. She crawled between the younger woman’s splayed thighs to lick and suck eagerly up and down the fork of her crotch. Zora watched Pierre from beneath thick lashes, stroking Yelitza’s back and arse with the tip of the crop. “Would you like to reach through the bars and thrash her yourself?” Zora asked before voicing a low groan at the cunning tongue darting into her arsehole; she closed her eyes and luxuriated in the slavish attention. Her round breasts rose and fell. A fine sheen of sweat made her toned body glow in the electric light. Panting open-mouthed she tugged and twisted at her stiff nipples. Pierre looked on, impassive and unmoved. Zora pushed Yelitza away and swayed up to the bars, dangerously close, sinking slowly to her knees before Pierre. She brushed her nipples with her thumbs, looking him boldly in the eyes, and then sucked lasciviously at her fingers, churning her wet tongue between them until they glistened moistly. “Tell me what you want to do to me” she breathed. He leant against the cell wall with an arrogant hand on his hip. “You want this, don’t you?” she demanded, sliding a finger to and fro over her clit. She slapped at her pubes and bared her teeth at him, “You want to kill me”. She slapped harder and faster, “Say it, you bastard!” she gasped, “Say what you want to do to me” and slid to the floor writhing open-legged on her back for him, her fingers rammed hard into her cunt. Pierre put his hand into the deep pocket of his yellow prison fatigue trousers, and Zora began to shiver like a leaf, and gave a series of little cries. “Yes!” she groaned, “Yes! Play with it for me – just like all the others”! But he produced a vicious little knife, crafted from a shard of glass and a brush-handle. Helpless in the throes of an all-consuming passion, Zora could only watch as Yelitza stepped past her and pressed her arse and shoulders up against the bars of Pierre’s cell, throwing her head back and offering herself. “The Pallid Mask” she cried, and Pierre put a long arm through the bars to clutch her heavy breast fiercely while the blade in his other hand opened her bared throat. Her lifeblood sprayed across the room, spattering Zora and making her scream with wild abandon as her climax seized her. It took a long time before Zora’s tremors subsided, and she found the strength to crawl over the linoleum to where Yelitza lay dead. Pierre regarded her coldly as she dragged herself up the bars and turned her back to him. She tilted her face to the ceiling, adopting the same sacrificial position, and waited. Tears had started in Zora’s eyes; Katya took her hand and pressed it to her lips. “I felt his hand on the small of my back, so I took a firm grip on the bars beside my hips to brace myself” she continued. “And I felt the handle of the knife forced into my cunt, then immediately pulled out and rammed hard into my arse. Then, everything went dark. Going a bit slower, he started pulling himself all the way out, waiting a moment, then thrusting his cock back into my gaping hole. Margie is choking now and tries to grab my legs to pull her head back to breathe. I moved close to her face and loudly asked, “What do you want me to do?” Again, there was no response. You just have to prove to Fran Wentz that you’re Yavara’s ambassador, and then stand there while I declare war on you. The dark skinned woman's head tilted slightly at the question, causing Lily to giggle softly, "Yeah... this rock... thing? I felt so warm right now. “You boys about done back there?” Hank asked as he turned around. Lisa obeys. He quickly exits, not to be seen again. I'll be by to get you tomorrow" “With that slut you married to fuck?” Basira said. "I know it was wrong but..." <
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