Steele grabbed his arm, turned at the waist, and flipped the man over his hip. Bubba crashed to the floor.Panting, Bubba looked up at Steele. “What ...o you want? Who are you?”“I was walking by and heard the screams.”“So?”“So I was curious.”Bubba studied Steele. “Who the hell are you? How’d you know my name?”“Saw you on the news.”Molly looked over her shoulder at Steele, her cheeks shiny with tears. “Mastuh, I didn’t do anything wrong. I’m a good slave.”Steele swatted her ass, hard enough to. ”“Which one?”“Ten pregnancies or ten babies?”“Which would you prefer?”“If you want nine more pregnancies, that means that you could have nine sets of twins or triplets.”“Yeah, that would get us closer to the original goal of 100 babies.”“Yup.”“Yup? You say that so casually.”“Well all I have to do is shoot the magic bullets. You are the one setting up the targets. And seriously, you are the one who will have to carry them and then push them out. So, baby by baby, you decide if you want to go for. We have now set up a fortress to live in. Great sight lines for the bows and cross bows. Seeing that the Guards have decided to "modify" the technology, we have to, but along much more mundane ways, rather then trying to completely bastardise it. The cross bows don't use a string, but a driver similar to the glove but smaller and more specific. Soon we'll create a projectile weapon. I'm thinking of a modified Gauss gun, rather than trying for a propellant based gun. Frankly I couldn't help them. I say!" I smiled. Both the girls, had big smiles on there faces. My Step Mom excused herself. She still needed to get dressed. She had a big white cotton bathrobe on. My Step sisters were already dressed like sluts. I was going to have a hard time not looking at them all day. I was pretty sure my Step Mom would catch me starring at her daughters.Crystal got up and put her dishes away. She had a tight pink shirt, and jeans on. Candy was dressed in a tight baby blue shirt and jeans. I really did.