The shuttle landing is reported!

Soon seven more of the Earthers lay stripped in a row with their arms immobilised in the **** sleeve and their ankle cuffs secured to the bottom of the sleeve. Like the other slaves previously chosen each had been gagged and anally plugged. The recruits and Myrine hefted two of the slaves each upon their strong shoulders and Lydia lifted the remaining girl. Polydora herself carried the large darkskinned **** she had personally chosen.

"I will run the perimeter in case of interference from the Earthers." Polydora suggested, the only Amazon unburdened with captured slaveflesh. "I doubt our presence will remain unknown much longer. Each of these Earthers carry personal communication device, I expect failure to respond to calls will raise suspicion."

Labia nodded in agreement and once more the alien slavers headed back to their shuttle with a cargo of enslaved girls.

A few miles from the Amazon's location Lieutenant Deborah Johnson of the United States marine corp was patrolling the perimeter of the Quantico marine base with her small squad. One of the first women to complete her officer training when the ban on women serving in combat roles in the US military had been lifted Debbie had created quite a stir on graduation. At just over six feet in height with scandanavian white blonde hair, an hourglass figure and piercing blue eyes she had been an obvious poster child for the programme. However since graduating the operational posting to combat she had hoped for had not materialised. Instead she was here in Virginia and commanding a small platoon of all female marines as the military wrestled with the question of how to integrate the sexes without embaressing sexual situation arising.

"Sir, wouldn't this be a matter for the FBI to respoind to?" Debbie asked the base guard commander over the military radio. "That sighting is right on the perimeter of their training area. They can be very snippy about jurisdiction."

Debbie listened as her commanding officer explained that he was in contact with the FBI and that they were having difficulty contacting their agents in the area where a civilian hunter in the woods had reported seeing an aerial vehicle of some description landing near the FBI training centre. Field agents were en route from inside the FBI base, but they had agreed that Debbie's unit mounted in a Humvee could reach the area outside the perimeter fence much faster. The description of the flying object was confused, neither plane nor helicopter and this might be some kind of foreign drone either attacking or surveiling the FBI base. If it had crashed or landed Debbie should secure the area with her small squad until others arrived. Debbie reported she understood and was on her way before turning to the three marines in the Humvee.

"Listen up, FBI have a situation and have requested the marines cover their pansy asses." She told her squad. "Some kind of drone crashed or landed near their base. We're going in to secure both the drone and the area. We have no other information, lock and load jarheads. And that includes the 50 cal."

The three marines exchanged surprised and excited looks at this order. Perimeter patrol in Virginia was a boring assignment usually dealing with idiot hikers who could not read maps and climbed over fences into marine facilities. Being told to load live ammunition including the heavy machine gun mounted on top of the Humvee had never happened before. Though they were bursting to ask questions their training kicked in and they hastily readied their weapons, sidearms and one marine opened the hatch to the top mounted 50 cal and fed a belt of ammunition into it and cocked it. The marine driving once Debbie had relayed the map location put her foot down and the Humvee raced toward the area the drone or whatever had been seen. Soon the Humvee was off the tarmac road and onto the dirt track that could take them near to where the sighting was reported.