We've got a serum that replicates female vaginal secretions.It’d old probably be cheaper than renting you, every day.For fuck's sake, settle down and spit it out.I don’t know Clyde, I’ve never… grandpa Was Harcore that hesitation I heard in his voice?Dickem's too foolhardy.I felt her soft, huge buttocks ripple noticeable every time my palm slammed into them.Some of the default abilities Jeremy are mind control super strength hearing and speed.I was so glad the Program came to Rogers College.To be continued in the next Naked in teen School Tale...Bree asked.My brother has Slata-blessed nuts.Rachel said she didn’t know.Then I pressed my tongue with force the way one drills a hole on a plate.I assume he is playing with either her ass or her pussy while getting the blowjob.Jennifer has a black lacy bra with a front clasp. There is nothing worse I can imagine enduring than what inevitably lies ahead of me - being stripped and raped, but I don’t want to die either, or just lie here suffering needlessly until a Hunter homes on my signal anyway. They say that while there’s life, there’s hope, but it doesn’t feel like it to me, hogtied by a giant carnivorous plant.As the leaf starts to close over me I commit myself and say the word that dooms me to be a loser in the Rape Run. Flare. 19 - CampI growl angrily as I’m steered towards the frame by the men, fighting as hard as woman can when she has bound hands and a noose around her throat attached to a pole. They might be about to take my body, but I can show them they won’t break my spirit. My first view from inside a Hunter camp does nothing to ease my fears. A number of such sites in the Zone are configured for the Hunters to use as bases, and enjoy their captured women. They are places of horror.The buildings around this one are not as decayed as most of the ruins in the crater, and they form a neat ring facing into a circle. In the center of that circle are the instruments of suffering.I’ve been unlucky since my kidnap on the cruiser, and of course, down in the carnivore old pit when I sent up the flare it had to be Salarin that was the first to arrive and save me. The man I feared most of all was the one standing victorious over me when from my place enshrouded within the deadly leaves I heard the sound of blaster weapons, and at last the foliage fell away. But even after the plant’s death those snaking tendrils didn’t relax their hold, and completely helpless in the vines I had to endure the indignity of needing the Hunter’s help to get free, and then needing someone to intimately clean off the corrosive syrup, before they could manhandle me back to their base.But it is the present and future suffering I grandpa have to concern myself with, not the past, and here before me are instruments that will deliver that. I need to fear the wooden frames; the human-size St. Andrew’s cross with bracelets at its tips intended for limbs; the cage suspended above the ground; and the deep pit at the edge of the ring of buildings, covered by a grill. In the center of the camp the Jeremy Hunters have positioned three wooden frames, each large enough for a human to stand inside. Of course each has eyelets screwed into the timber suitable for attaching restraints. I am being herded across the circle by my neck like a rabid dog and towards one of these by my captors, the men of Salarin.In Harcore the frame to the right, beside the one that is my destination, a woman teen is already bound.