..hard... lesson!" Each word was punctuated by a thrust, and his hands found his way underneath me to grab my breasts through my blouse, shoving it as...de and tearing off a button to reach under my bra and squeeze my flesh."The paddle doesn't work." He gasped when he felt my nipples hardening. "Maybe you need a lesson from the holy staff!" Oh god," I moaned as he pounded me harder, his fingers squeezing both of my nipples, sending hot shocks down to my pussy. I was wet—God help me, I was wet,. "What I would like," continued the Emir, "is someone to train quarry specifically for the chase. Perhaps even to breed them, in time. The kill might not be as satisfactory, but the chase would be much better." As the Emir, may he live for ever, commands."It took Ramzy El-Najjar about three months to train his first quarry. He reasoned that picking them for looks was stupid; as the Emir had said, the 'kill' might not be as satisfactory but the chase was the important part. So, he picked strong. Waiting for what?”The question came from Lucy. George knew it would be her that asked, knew it would be her that would pick up the loose-end. Her timing would not have been better if he’d scripted it.“It is said,” he replied, “That on the night of Halloween, when the moon was near full, the veil between the living and the dead fell away and the spirits could rise.”George paused, almost too scared to speak what he knew followed.“It is said, that on the night of Halloween they demanded the. Since we were so successful on our first mission, Commodore Roff went all conventional and decided future missions would be carried out on the Archerfish-class ships. LeCroix and the crew say, ‘Hi!’”“Are LeCroix and the crew there?”“Nah, they deserted to Archerfish PC-078 which they call “Hammerhead.” What a bunch of losers! Anyway, I was paid out of service and was headed back to the boneyard, when who should put up the purchase price and buy me, but Clan Steward!”“We bought you? With what?” I.