_______________It was the final semester of my senior year in high school. I was in theschool drama club, as I had been since I was goaded into joini...g by agirlfriend during my sophomore year. I found that drama club turned outto be a comfortable fit in my life, unlike the girlfriend that got meinto it in the first place. I stuck with the drama club, but not thegirlfriend. Funny how life works out.Anyway, we were wrapping up the season with a production of "Beauty andthe Beast". We were a. I learned that he required her to use his internet to find other bitches for him and also to start whoring herself for him. Apparently he still didn’t feel she was bringing him enough money.She was successful on both accounts. She regularly began whoring for him. But there were certain rules.1. No enjoying herself, no touching herself and no cumming. She was there to please and service other Men, and she should concentrate only on that. She hadn’t come since before she met him, and didn’t. In every direction were the wide steppes that were her Summer home. It teemed with game of every species: woolly rhinoceros, antelope, deer, horse, bison, aurochs, and, the mainstay of her tribe, mammoth. It was for this reason, of course, that her tribe was universally known as the Mammoth Hunters. Ivory made a silent prayer to the spirits of the wind whose sharp chill was what she now felt most keenly. She soon knew that the spirits hadn’t answered her prayers when a cacophony of wailing and. But it hadn’t been a disaster, and she still had something to do… something that could let her forget about violent Klingons for a while at least. She tried to get her bearings again, realising that she’d walked off in a hurry, and had already forgotten the exact details on the map. She needed a corridor of the main concourse, that much she knew, but she wasn’t going back to check up. It was probably that one there… yeah, almost certainly that one. The corridor seemed empty after the bustle of.