Shit! Mortars! "INCOMING!" Lt. Dave Crusic shrank down in the trench a little farther and hoped to God that the Chinks didn't have the range perfectly... As long as the mortar rounds landed only a few yards away, there was a good chance of surviving. The problem was that they would continue to drop in the mortar rounds on top of their own men, forcing the Americans to hunker down and not shoot at the oncoming "human wave." Often, in this type of attack, more Chinese were killed by friendly fire. The only thing more enjoyable than seeing one of those adorable, untouchable princesses from Earth, shame and humiliate themselves on stage, was to actually fuck one, which he did, as often as he could.“What’s your name, little slave girl?”“Emily ... Emily ... Cross,” the wobbly teen stumbled over her reply.“You ready for this? Our first contestant only got sixes and sevens, do you think you can beat that?”Emily nodded. “I think so because I got a really different routine.”“And what’s that?”“I. I wasn't sure who I was, or him either, and I felt my breath catch and wanted to look away. I didn't though, staying with the intensity. Soon I was panting again as I bounced up and down on his vajra, again about to come, when he flipped me over into a spooning position, my leg draped over his hip. He gave me some hard love bites on the back of my shoulders, then placed his fingers on my clit as he fucked me, and in that moment--he hit the spot. I yelled uncontrollably with every. Without warning the magic circle activated with a strange noise and everything around her changed, it went from being at a tower's front door surrounded by a brown arid environment to what seemed to be inside the tower. The walls were stone decorated with arcane banners and shelves of potions, in the middle there was a big cauldron with arcane markings all around its circular external. The room was almost overcluttered with potions and arcane texts if it wasn't so large there definitely.