A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Just as Damien promised, three days later we prepared for a trip. I was dressed in one of the long blue dresses like I wore in the mountains. Two brown outer layers ensured I’d be comfortable on the way out. Bags were packed and loaded before we picked up our charges.

It was just after sunrise when we flew off on a transport being followed by the young family. Bane chose to ride with Tyle’s family. He knew they had never been this far from the compound before. There would be loads of new things to see and he wanted to be there to explain.

We’d packed a fair amount of stuff that went with us. The men had quietly brought the swords they had Learned with. The weapons were smaller than what they had now and more worn. They planned to give Tyle’s family a chance to use a blade for the first time.

“We’ll teach them to use these well,” Damien promised Bane. “Hannah will take them if they can take care of themselves.”

I rode with the men and smiled at their excitement. I tried not to think negatively, but I hoped Hannah would agree to this. She had been very resistant to taking me, because of my weakness. I hoped these children would not be judged too young.

When we got a good distance from the compound my brown hood was removed. The men liked to see me talk to them and I preferred not to be cloistered away. We talked and laughed the entire trip.

Angela’s Library

boys had Learned about plants from the Child Keepers, but some of these things they’d never seen in

on the ground and the tracks in the dirt. He also told the boys about some of the strange plants Hannah had told us about that existed beyond the

good father,” I said watching Bane patiently teach the five

shame he was kept

he not Daddy,” Damien asked passing me

of the word. While we sat I taught them the different names for a male-breeder in English and how I would have used them. There was no equivalent in their Language, so they used my words. It would have served no purpose to have such variety of phrasing here, males were

windows, which I was sure would make it feel cramped on the

check the rooms for pests. You had to find any cracks that a Scar could crawl into. The dwelling had to be safe enough for your

compound and they were giddy with excitement. I watched them follow at the big mens‘ heels,

the empty cabinets and explored the fire place.