They were about to dive through when another cry of despair made them turn. Behind the medical table curled on the floor was the General. The men look...d in horror. His groin was soaked in claret red liquid his hands clutching at his recently serviced groin."Oh Nooo!" He wailed. "I think she's fucking bit my cock off!"In the alien fuck cell the temperature must have been in the humid nineties. Officer Candy was groaning with unashamed pleasure. Her pussy was struggling to swallow the awful jocks. What is it, dear?"I smiled at the hilarious offer Mom just unknowingly offered, while Lilly, who apparently had no poker face, went pale again. She stammered, "Oh, oh, oh, um, just boy trouble."Mom laughed, "And you asked Anthony? That is like asking Stalin how to show compassion." Hey," I shot back, "did you just compare your only son to a ruthless dictator who killed millions of people?" Well, when you put it that way it sounds pretty cold. But you are hardly the sensitive type that someone. "Joe, go to Yellow Alert. Activate primary and secondary shield generators. Raise primary shields and put them to maximum. Engage the targeting computer." "Done."Distance and mass numbers started running down the side of the screen. Targeting points showed up on the screen. A holographic system gave a three dimensional image of the entire area.One of the Marines leaned towards another. "My god! I wish our unit had this during the last war games. We'd have been able to react to things before. “Madame Martine” was sending her another one of her “clients”, a strong young stud who liked stronger women. Janice always had slaves, men who worshiped the ground she walked on and were taught to provide her with untold sexual delights. Neil was a success in all aspects but the bedroom and Janice wasn’t going to stand for it. She was a strong woman with high sexual hungers, so for the past 20 years, the 41-year old blonde had 1 or 2 slaves handy, men that were provided by her friend, Madame.