Leanne was grateful for the quick thinking what it is. Well, a large sum of money was not for her, a...

1. Seraphim Space Girls Vol 01
Leanne was grateful for the quick thinking what it is. Well, a large sum of money was not for her, at
least she was safe again.
"What happened to you dear?" Reyna said.
Leanne pulled cum soaked hair behind her head to hide him, "N-Nothing I could not handle.'m Sorry
I blew it." she said sadly.
To her dismay, Merkhail threw her on the forehead. It really hurts! "Ouch!"
"Are you okay Blondie."
"But it's still training for you." Reyna said.
Much more training. Leanne really wanted to be a good Soldier Seraphim, for herself and for her
husband. Her husband. Reyna and Ania left, but Merkhail stayed to raise them. It was very fun and
enjoyable for the commander. Leanne did not know whether to be angry at herself for enjoying your
company.
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Pathetic.
That was the only word Francine could use to describe her attempt to meet Lieutenant Merkhail
Denisuk again. After his suffering on Bale II, a young half-breed small asteroids climbed and crossed
galaxies to find out where he was. Last scrap of information she managed to steal revealed that he
had to be some po-dunk cargo ship named Sarapatra.
The only way to get close to Francine The Sarapatra was to take over the sorry-ass sex slave ship
was now on. The plan started well, she managed to find a Sarapatra contact with him.
Bam!
He slammed his fist against the wall. Everything went to hell when her horny minions captured some
elven princess Merkhail place.
"You grumble and moan all you want, ma'am," he snapped sorry sack of lard position before
Francine. "Capturing the elven princess, was much more important than any natural man. Besides,
we got to fuck the shit out of her. Which is kind of goals here."
Francine massaged his temples. She looked around the rust bucket that was her ship. He blasted the
crap out of it. There was a heavy smell of burning metal and fried electronics. Life-support systems
where a shot in hell, the air was thick and stale.
"Ack!" Francine coughed.
She took the inhaler and sucked the cloud of medicine. Her half-breed physiology is fragile, at least.

2. Her human genes company refused her the alien, which in bodies that operate less than perfect. Her
lungs were particularly bad, but caught on random occasions. If he had not completed her inhaler at
all times, she would die of suffocation.
All sex slavers laughed, "Why did we ever agree to work for that bitch?"
The fat man closest to Francine agreed, "Yeah, she's too ugly rape and she coughs into his lungs
every three minutes."
Angry blood flooded Francine head so her pink alien eyes glow. It was ugly. She was beautiful.
Merkhail will agree! He knew it was more than just rape mistake!
Francine opened her mouth. Being a half-breed came with certain advantages, one of which came in
the form of a long, rubber-lined tongue millions of poisonous thorns. She wrapped her tongue
around the fat man's neck and squeezed.
Francine has unleashed her poisonous tongue on those unsuitable for life many times before, and all
responded in the same way regardless of the type. First they tried, either out of fear or bravery. As
the poison in their capillary system, they become weak, falls to the ground in a limp heap. Their eyes
became blood. Sometimes the victim lost control of his bowel muscles and pissed and shit all over
himself. The last and perhaps the most satisfying symptom before death was heart failure. Painful,
slow, and deadly.
Francine pulled language from the now dead sex-slave traders. "T-boss to kill you!" Others cried out
in fear.
"This is a stupid pile of tentacles piloting the ship? Was easier to kill than your friend!"
As already mentioned, Francine produced a single image Merkhail that she had, "Now let me explain
to you again. Want to find the man.'s Not elf princess, not little boys named Bobby, this man. Is that
clear?"
No one answered. A Francine though her question was simple.