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- They can’t fly in the strong winds during a sandstorm and the men have to put them to ground straight after as the siren sounds.” Leesha grasps my arms, looking at me intently. “It’s now or never. The cameras are gone, Melena, but our trackers will still be active so they know where we are. And we’re about to cross beyond the perimeter of the Zone, into the place forbidden to Runners. Once we begin down this path open season on us is declared. We’ve broken the rules of the Rape Run and unless we escape, after the storm passes the Hunters will be sent straight to us.” There is no alternative. We’re doomed if we stay here. I’m only a day and a half from turning into a “cock whore”. My only hope is under the care of the medics of the Republic fleet. “Let’s go.” I say, determinedly. “Then run, Melena,” Leesha says, and she breaks into a sprint. clothes pissed on And I do run, following her into the taboo place with the edge of the storm only moments away. I can see lightning flickering deep within the towering, tumbling cloud. The path descents steeply. We’re on a ledge only a couple of feet wide, with a vertical rock wall on our left hand side and a drop over the edge of hundreds of feet on our right. Over the years some dust and sand has gathered on here, which makes it slippery. It’s probably not too bad in the rubber-soled slippers of the Rape Runner uniform Leesha is clothed pissing wearing, but in bare feet it is much more treacherous. I lose my footing at one point and fall heavily into a bruising slide along my naked backside. It almost takes me over the edge – I’m left with lower legs dangling into open air before I scrabble back, terrified. The terrain could have been worse though – a scramble over sharp rock would have been impassable to a naked woman. I’m back on my feet, and running again without thought to clothespins the risk of plunging to my death. Better a few horrific seconds fall to the rocks that than the alternatives back there in The Zone. For an instant it sounds as if someone else is behind me – there is the noise of stones skittering, but then I hear nothing but the roaring wind as the sandstorm catches us, right there out on the exposed mountain side. Sand blasts me back against the cliff. It’s hitting me so hard it feels like it’s peeling my skin. The wind is insane. We’re this close to salvation and the end of the Run, but the hurricane is trying to tear me off the edge as though it’s on the side of the Slavers. It’s impossible to open my eyes. All I can do it hold onto the cliff at my side and inch along the path, feeling my way with bare toes. If we come to steps or a section where I can’t hold anything for support, like a rock bridge through the open air – I’m clothed pee lost. I can’t hear a thing over the roaring of the gale and the rumbles of thunder that make the ground shake. I have my eyes almost squeezed closed against the razor sharp sand, so when Leesha stops suddenly I almost run into her back and push her off the cliff. Shielding my face with my arm Clothespins Boobs I risk peeking for just a moment and I see it, part of what must be a vast steel door facing out from the cliff into the empty air. The door is made of metal slats, designed to retract on rollers into the ceiling of… What? She has triggered something to open it. It seems like the grill retracts with interminable slowness, but at last we tumble in, propelled by a particularly ferocious gust. There’s less sand being blown in here and I can thankfully open my eyes enough to see it. A large cavern, filled with tools and equipment to supply – the ship. It’s a vintage design, a classic, made to carry a few people at speed rather than configured for heavy loads. There are no weapons mounted on the vessel. Nimbleness and pace are its protection. We kissed, as we stood there, mounds rubbing hard. Adarian’s body wavered before he was violently clothed pissing tackled by a guard. Darren seemed confident that the punters would soon appear once word got round that 2 naked girls worked-out there. In several minutes it was, “Whoops, time to go,” as she hustled to the bathroom. Fuck… I chose to miss my turn and pull up behind the car. Then I grabbed his balls and played with them, massing them with my fingers as I swallowed Matt’s cock once again. We arrived after a cold silent drive. clothes pissed on You two Clothespins Boobs had some real chemistry.” “Those hearts really set off your butt-cheeks. Next thing he noticed were her silent sobs. Once she splashed in, she sank down and faced us. The following afternoon at 5:30 Cole Jenkins drove what appeared to be a dilapidated van up the street, parking it right in front of his house only twenty-five feet from the gang’s house. "CROWBAR DOESN'T MIND, DO YOU CROWBAR?" she winked to him as she pushed her big clothed pee boobs into their greedy hands. Seth shifted before me, this gleam in his clothespins blue eyes. “No it’s not that, I just want to make sure you understand the risks. “Fuck you, I hate it,” she spewed. Yes, only two. It works very well, too.
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