A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

The rest of the girls from Earth were sitting and Listening closely. We were all concerned. If I could have this happen, they could, too.

“No,” I told her, “the men don’t know what pregnancy entails. I don’t think they’ve ever seen a pregnant woman. They can’t comprehend what is happening. They still just think I’m getting fat.”

“What will you do when you deliver?” an Earth girl asked.

“I don’t know,” I told her. I stroked my stomach and felt the familiar roll as the child moved under my hand. “They Like to study things. I fear they will want to study the child,” I said quietly.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Master Damien and his Brothers protected me. I wasn’t sure that protection extended to a child conceived by me. I feared for the babe, especially if it was female.

but I wasn’t sure where to go. It was unclear how I would even get away. My instinct to

be able to protect my child once it was born. It crushed me to

pregnancy from Earth,” another girl whispered placing a hand on my stomach. “You should not be feeling the motions of the child already; your belly isn’t

much time left, do you?” I asked quietly. “I have

say here. They knew I feared my owners’ reaction to a child. It

felt breathless with anticipation. It wasn’t clear to me what I was anticipating, but it excited

picked me up and I was almost

did my best

in the shower scrubbing the

owners chastised me. Giggling stupidly, I held the emotion inside and just tried to

so patiently for something. When Lunch came the emotions were in such a

my pad as I