.Him: But I don't want to be castrated!Me: And you might not be. It is all up to you. I don't want to castrateyou. But if you fail at this game, it wi...l be out of my hands.Him: Fine. What's the game?Me: A simple series of tasks. That's all. I will explain it later ingreater detail. But first, we need to get this on you. (I tease him andjiggle the elastrator in front of his face.)Him: Mommy, I don't want to play this game. Please, do I have to?Me: No you don't have to dear. I should have made. Alice showed Alf the way and as the loose panel clattered shut behind them, the sound of the air raid sirens screeched through the still night air. In the darkness of the caretaker’s hut Alice took the lead removing her coat and knickers before loosening her dress and fumbling with Alf’s trousers trying to free his penis as he clumsily felt up her budding but quite ample breasts and sensitive stiff nipples. His cock now free and quickly rising to the occasion Alice took hold of his hands. ‘I’m Steven.’ He said as we slipped into a private booth at the other end of the bar. ‘Carmen.’ I replied. ‘Enjoy the show?’ He brushed his hair behind his ears, leaning forward on the table between us and folding his hands. ‘It was incredible. I’m a pretty big Prog fan.’ ‘I’m glad. Tell me, how old are you Carmen?’ ‘18.’ I replied nervously, fearful that he would think I was too young. ‘You seem older.’ He simply stated. ‘Yeah I get that a lot. How old are you?’ ‘Oh – uh, 43.’ ‘You seem. "It was implanted into the remaining humans' consciousness by the Wise Ones. They built us each special living chambers, then left, never to return. Over the centuries, we have evolved to survive our environment. We need no oxygen to survive, only air. Lower gravity on Mars has made us larger than humans on Earth. Our green skin was the result of an unfortunate nuclear accident two centuries ago. And we can reproduce without any need for males. I'd show you how, but we're almost there."Just.