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.

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 realize what the men could do if they

my stomach. “You should not be feeling the motions of the child already; your belly isn’t big enough. I don’t think your pregnancy

do you?” I asked quietly. “I have to do something

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

was different. I sat on the beach that afternoon and felt breathless with anticipation. It wasn’t clear to me what I was anticipating,

owners picked me up and I was almost giddy

it down. I did my best not to

in the shower scrubbing the grime,

held the emotion inside and just tried to focus on the mundane

day the excitement inside of me was overwhelming. I was waiting so patiently for something. When Lunch came the emotions were in such a frenzy, I could barely

depression set in. I cried on my pad as I waited for my owners to come and