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.

the child was born, but I wasn’t sure where to go. It was unclear how I would even get away. My

was no way I would be able to protect my child once it was born. It crushed me to realize what the

on my stomach. “You should not be feeling the motions of the child already;

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

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

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

up and I was almost

I fought it down. I did my best

knees in the shower scrubbing the grime,

held the emotion

I was waiting so patiently for something. When Lunch came the emotions were in such a frenzy, I could barely eat. Even the Light

in the afternoon the depression set in. I cried on my pad as I waited for