1st Year Student 1

With a soldier’s instinctive reactions I fall to the ground at the edge of the pit. Threading my fingers into one of the eyelets I swing my body over the edge, until I’m hanging down into the hole by my fingers. The elastic sheet is folded back to let me enter, so I have to risk releasing one hand and painfully suspending my whole indian weight from the other arm, so I can throw the cover into place. And then, dangling once again from two sets of fingers, I wait. My front is against the rock wall, breasts squashing stone like airbags. It’s excruciatingly uncomfortable – my fingers ache after only seconds, and it feels like my shoulders are dislocating. It’s a strain not to let go, and the exertion means I have to breathe quickly. I focus my thoughts on trying to control the noise. There is movement above me. Hunters are in the room. I hear men, many men. Booted feet pause close to the rim of the pit. “Someone has been here recently, Hunter,” a deferential male voice reports from only feet away. “She found the trap.” It will be obvious from the disturbed dust that a Runner was here, but I am preying they won’t check inside the pit. A girl who was tricked and is standing at the bottom would hardly be able to replace the cover. “Clever cunt, not to fall in,” someone replies. This person I recognize, and the voice chills my bones. Jackran-ad-aktar, the dreaded alien, has non-human vocal chords that make his voice sound like a deep husky growl. “Well, she can’t have got far,” the alien continues. “They’ve only been Running for an hour. Spread out and search the area.” “Hunter.” The first man replies in acknowledgement. There is the sound of someone moving away. I’m starting to lose feeling in my hands, so I risk trying to shift the grip of my fingers and keep the circulation going. One hand slips and I almost drop, and have to lunge for the metal hoop. The strain makes me gasp, and that triggers terror like I’ve never felt before. Is he still there? Please, let him have gone. God help me if he heard, and I’m caught by Jackran-ad-aktar. I hang as silently as I can, in spite of the growing pain in my arms and shoulders. Someone is certainly moving up there in the warehouse, but not towards the pit. The rusted iron parts are being kicked around, in much the same way I was doing only minutes earlier. The sounds seem to get further away, and then there is silence. Has he really gone? Or is this entertainment – the alien waiting with amusement for me to emerge from my hiding place? It feels like an eternity that I hang there. By that time my upper body is in an agony like being tortured. Only when I am sure that if I wait any longer my arms will give out and I’ll fall into the pit do I start to pull myself back up. Boy, he could have gotten into a lot of trouble for that one." A few, perfunctory unwinding turns ‘round each of your wrists and ankles. I groaned, my futa-dick swelling hard again. You lock the outside door, ensure the answering machine is turned on and return to your office and close and lock the door before sitting in your desk chair and opening the cabinet beside you. At the roundabout I turned left towards the bus terminus and the little shop. One the of the franchises is in trouble…….. She would have to be careful around him to not draw attention to it. I pulled my gym shorts back up and then ran up to the bathroom. She hesitated, gripping the railing tightly. I kegel down on him as he pulls back and release when he drives forward. “Anyway, I’m glad you called. “That's right! “I'm sorry, puppy.” Violet looked up at him, her chin resting on his chest. My tongue licked and lapped and nuzzled. I found that if I paused the clip at just the right second, I could see one of my hickies on her chest. “The great Beelma is hoping for your victory, my friend.” So the next time we kissed I ran my hand around the back of Mandy which pulled up her dress to show off her ass and pussy. Then he gasped when he recognized it. Maybe after our parents know that we are serious about marriage, if we offer to pay our way one of them may let us live with them, until we can get a place of our own. Jon told me to take a couple of dresses, but didn’t know if I’d get the chance to wear them. indian They were told in no certain terms they would be wearing collars and be Apollon's bitches. Breakfast was pancakes again. The itch to enjoy them spread through me. I just had to tap the app. So, we settle for a substitute even though it is not the same as with him.” designed to please. That little break seemed to let my urgency to cum subside somewhat, and now that I wasn’t thrusting into her pussy so fast and hard, I was able to hold out for another five minutes or so. Expecting something bad, I told him to go ahead.