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.

it was and that stammered out

about the ineptitude of humans for several

apologize, Mistress,” I said to Nu-reeh,

me, “to see one as great as us develop from such insignificance is insulting. Your

went to my stomach and my little girl turned. She, my child was

Christof 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 girls,

know how

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order 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

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

seemed to be testing my resolve about not

a hand on my shoulder. The reassurance felt good.

anger you, Mistress,” Master Damien said