1. Hunt Or Be Hunted II


    Date: 7/31/2015, Categories: Science-Fiction, Blowjob, Murder, Non-Erotic, Author: Interesting Reed, Rating: 90.9, Source: sexstories.com

    Journal entry number 6437. Month is July...I think. Date is...hell I don't know. Tuesday…yeah Tuesday. Year 2579, My life is chaotic still. I've survived another call up to the Arena. No thanks to the damn fool who they put in my cell. Some kid named Jack Bulkins. He is a tall son of a bitch I'll give him that. But here size gets you marked. He been around for a week and survived the Arena. Thanks to yours truly, I kept him from getting beat in by Dinkerman on his first day. Mostly because I didn't want my cell covered in blood. He looks like a bleeder to me. Ever since I convinced Dinkermen from smashing his face in the kid been hanging around me like a hang nail yo. He's just as annoying too. Clumsy bastard he damn near broke my video journal last time he used it. All he did was whine about being railroaded by the justice system. News flash kid life ain't fair. See me I was rounded up for human smuggling. Sure it sounds bad but I wasn't your regular smuggler. I didn't beat people or rape anyone while I was transporting them from A to B. I'm a kind soul at heart really besides you get more business if your kind to them and that ment more credits. See I had the whole smuggling business down to a fine art. I only grab the people that had the cash in hand. Took care of them even gave them food and water as we tracked the desserts of Texas to the golden country of Mexico. Oh yeah things changed people now flock from America to Mexico in droves. Since the three of the most ...
    biggest Corporations bought out the USA back in the big dip of 2050 life in America been shit. The rich get richer and deader quick. While the poor get stuck with a long life of struggle and sickness. Anyways the rich payed me to smuggle them out of the crap hole of America to Mexico. At least there you get a fighting chance. Well sort of if you have credit to spend you can make it anywhere except America that is. See I had a plan reach my goal of 50,000 credit and retire. It be a long time since I get to retire seeing as I only charge 300 credit a trip. I eventually made it though. Only I got caught up by some Mexican border patrol. I was handed over to the justice system along with my passengers. Justice used lightly of course. You get enough parking tickets and you get sent to the Arena. It's all in the name of profit. I understand I'm a business man myself so naturally I didn't fight it when the judge sentenced me to the Arena. Hell I get payed more credit to kill people then what I was making outside the Arena. *** "Hey Charlie I'm going to the credit hall ok?" I told him while I tried to leave the cell. He was busy using the video journal anyways. He taught me a lot about life in the Arena. He told me gangs here don't matter seeing as you might be paired up with a rival banger in the pit. The pit that's what the main stage of the Arena is called. See the Arena is three different areas. You have the habitable zones that's where we are all packed into in small cells. It's no ...
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