A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Children have no basis for sad and I knew that. Jonathan started to do things that told me he was not happy. He didn’t talk as much and played with his toys less. He slept poorly and had to be reminded to nurse. I knew Nu-reeh would notice and she did.

“He needs his Brothers,” she told me as she stalked in one day without warning.

“Yes, Mistress,” I agreed watching the unusually quiet little boy sitting Listlessly by the pool.

“Usually we wait until they have teeth and are eating on their own, but this cannot continue,” she informed me.

Nu-reeh left after her proclamation, but Tosu returned Later to explain what would happen.

The women knew the boys had to meet and match with their families. Gatherings were held regularly in predetermined sites. Any woman with a son was welcome to attend. Women flew from all over the world to meet, but I was a special case.

foolish for Nu-reeh to be dragging a human across the planet. The women had agreed to forgo the usual site and

me with her back to the cameras, “he will be fine to grow for a while with the Child Keepers. He will be

for inner peace

and Fuji. Dinah came to our rooms and demanded I bring my knitting needles, yarn, and Jonathan. I followed her out the main door

he wanted to do it again. He cried and fought when Dinah put us down at the top. He begged in

with me; I was barely tolerated. Jonathan was a different story. She took him from me and flew him up and down five times before she walked us inside. Jonathan was ecstatic and grinned broadly at the huge woman. He was enraptured with Dinah. I fought the urge to roll my

been sparsely populated and quiet. The large central area was a common pass through, but the women didn’t congregate the way men did. Today was entirely

pit my girls dipped their talons in was literally walled off. The rest

torches and scattered with brightly colored toys. Cushions were all over the place and I soon noticed why. As two ‘large women stood and talked a boy was nestled between them. He was wrapped in a blanket on the soft, little make shift bed, sound

fifty women here all with their boys roving about