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.

before the child was born, but I wasn’t sure where to go. It was unclear how I

my child once it was born. It

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

you?” I asked quietly.

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

all day. Today for some reason was different. I sat on the beach that afternoon and felt breathless with anticipation. It wasn’t clear to me what I was anticipating, but it excited

fake owners picked me up and I

hard, but I fought it down. I did my best not to

knees in the shower scrubbing the grime,

sing, until one of my owners chastised me. Giggling stupidly, I held the emotion inside

for something. When Lunch came the emotions were in

my pad as I waited for my owners to come and