Greg had tried and enjoyed archery a couple of times previously and mingled with the ten other eager guests who were ready to have a go. In the follow...ng three hours they had a great time trying to score bull eyes. At the end of the session there was an informal competition which came down to Greg versus George, a spritely retiree. George proved to be remarkably accurate, narrowly beating Greg by three points to win the wager of a beer at lunch time. Smiles on their faces, they all retired to. She wondered if the girl got off on this as much as she did."When she's not in here getting fucked, whipped or otherwise tortured, she's been kept in a cage just big enough for her body. " Rita indicated a metal cage in the corner that Ann frankly couldn't see how the girl could fit into. She continued, "I've whipped her, had her fucked several times a day, given her no food and only water - and piss- to drink. So do a good job because it's the only pleasure she's likely to get for a while."Ann. ” Julian Carter burst out laughing. “You must be mistaking me for my father.” “Your father?” “Mr. Carter senior.” “Gosh, you’re his mirror image.” Jennifer laughed. I thought I was seeing a ghost. “I get that from a few of the parents. Good genes will out I guess.” “How is Mr. Carter?” “He passed away about 6 years ago, cancer.” “Oh, I’m so sorry. I always liked him.” “Thanks. Now, what can I do for you today Ms Carson?” “Please, call me Jennifer. I’m thinking about enrolling my. Combat against the horrors that the galaxy has to offer is the single most psychologically and physically taxing thing that a man can be made to do. On the plus side, the benefits are great, and you're only expected to have to serve in combat for 15 hours! Granted, 15 hours also happens to be the average life expectancy for a guardsman, but you're not paid to think about such things. In fact, you're not paid at all.Of course, those thoughts haven't run through your head for the past several.