A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Chapter 595

It beca pattern and we tried to break Aiden of his habit. He found comfort with his hands wound in my hair at night. | assumed he’d clung to his mother’s fur in the darkness and this sensation was familiar. He just couldn't sleep unless he was wrapped around my head.

After a few days we gave up trying to change him. For being an orphan Aiden was adapting very well. If he needed to sleep that way at night, | would not begrudge him. Evan just used a brush and detangled my hair every morning as | nursed the boys. The solution was simple enough.

It took a moon for the boys teeth to cin. For that one moon they were mine to care for full time. My entire world revolved around their needs and they were absolutely consuming. | was Mama and they were mine. The tseemed to blur forand went by much too quickly.

At the next gathering | felt myself tearing apart inside when my boys found their three Brothers the first day. It took all my strength and fortitude not to break down screaming. Jonathan and Aiden seemed thrilled to be playing with these other children. If | acted upset | was sure it would be disconcerting to my young ones and they meant everything to me. | stood stoically and buried my nails into my palms to distract from the mental anguish.

The women watched them during the gathering. They were fierce boys who liked rough play and movement. Nu-reeh commented they would never be content in a shop all day. Despite my weakness, my Little boy was a Warrior like his father. That's how he would be raised.

The design for the tattoo was created by a group of women. There was far more information in those marks than even Runen and his brothers understood. A woman finding a lost man would know exactly who he was when she saw his mark.

| watched solemnly as the boys were tattooed. The women took them into a room and distracted them as they marked the children’s skin. One Brother at a treceived the distinctive tattoo. The pain was spread out, so the Little ones barely noticed.

The next step was for the family to choose their colors. This was important, it was a point of pride to decorate their lodgings distinctly. The women knew the men Liked this and let it be the boys’ choice.

The women had pages and pages of colors. The mothers each picked several colors they liked and pasted the colors to different balls. They sat the balls down and watched the boys.

Jonathan’s lead Brother liked a deep red color, but something about the light blue appealed to my son. The other boys had no real opinion. | saw them deciding which ball to play with.

| almost cried when | saw them choose the blue. Our son had chosen something like his father’s colors. He’d been raised in a room full of blue, no wonder that shade called to him. No matter what happened | was happy he would always be reminded, in a small way, of Evan and his hwith us.

After all that was done we all walked into a smaller room. | was to be permitted to be present for this as long as | made no trouble. My tears dripped silently down my face, but | made no sound. Nu-reeh had been clear that she would not tolerate outbursts from me. It was an honor to see my son sold and | should appreciate it.

The sales floor was a place the women gathered and discussed the boys. Nu-reeh and her cousins sold my son and his family as Warriors. They would be raised to be fighters.

Their new owner’s nwas Trenal and she looked powerful. Tosu informedquietly she lived in mountains not that far from here. Jonathan's compound would be the one we associated with the red mountains. Not that it mattered, | felt like | would never see my son again.

We left the sales floor and walked out to a large opening in the mountain. The boys were all wrapped warmly in coats and matching mittens. | noted that Jonathan’s was made of that strange fabric my coat was made of. He would be safe and warm for the trip.

Transports were lined up waiting to take the children. The men driving were all armed and obviously Warriors. Tosu explained the transports took the children most of the way. Trenal would “Leave them” with the Child Keepers, once they were close. That is how it was always done.

Looking at the children as they were herded | realized there were so many of them, but still so few.

In my jumbled state even | knew this was not enough children to populate an entire planet. Something was very wrong. The community hospital at hhad delivered more children than this in a week.

Jonathan didn't really notice as we parted ways for the last time. He was

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| wrapped my warm coat around me as | shivered in mental anguish. | wanted to scream and cry, but | could only imagine what that wouldWO tb my, hitlesdys\ Our Last meeting should not Leave them confused or upset. The image of Jonathan burned into my brain and | swore never to forget him. Sweet, difficult child that he was, | would miss him unbearably. The content is on Drama.Org! Read the latest chapter there!

Only once did Jonathan note he was leaving me. | saw him turn and look towardwith the question on his face.

“Good-bye, my love,” | called to him waving with a ee and fighting f a stegdyvoibe.” hjoy being with your Brothers.” The content is on Drama.Org! Read the latest chapter there!