A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“The elder female is often a relative of the younger ones. It is not necessary that she be, though. The young ones will grow into the roles of the elder females, take over their responsibilities as the women age. The stronger the young ones the more interest the elder females will show in them.”

“Thank you for the information, Mistress,” I said politely.

My mind was worn down. I was being presented with so much to learn, much of it seemingly both random and important. It was killing me not to be able to ask questions, but my men’s opinion on that was paramount: never question the females, ever.

The mating finally ended and the three women from the ring flew up to Nu-reeh. My inclination was to drop my head, but my new instincts told me to watch the women carefully.

“This is the female?” one of them asked Nu-reeh crouching in front of me to look in my eyes.

“Yes,” Nu-reeh answered.

“Whose child do you carry, slave?” the woman asked me.

idea whose it was and that stammered out

the ineptitude of humans for several moments

apologize, Mistress,” I said to

one as great as us develop

and I stared between the women. My hand went to my stomach and my little girl turned. She,

usually made girls, but it seemed this off spring would be powerful. It must be Damien or Bane, they said. Evan’s line had been known to create fearsome

know how they

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burned itself into my mind: do not question the women. I wanted desperately to ask, but I was forbidden by my owners. The women would tell me whatever they wished,

are so silent, slave,” Nu-reeh commented as my men climbed

to be testing my resolve

beside me and placed a hand on my shoulder. The reassurance felt good. I was safe now that my

anger you, Mistress,” Master Damien said