A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Wide, dark eyes opened and my Little Hannah Looked up at me. Grey eyes, black hair…I looked at her face and saw her father’s strong features.

“She’s Damien’s,” I said quietly and Nu-reeh came closer.

“How do you know, slave?” she asked.

“The eyes, the hair,” I said petting the baby. “This is Damien’s daughter.”

Nu-reeh didn’t seem convinced and wandered away.

The child sucked and pulled on the breast, watching me intermittently. Suddenly, she seemed upset. Her little fists balled up and she Let out a wail.

“Mama, more,” she cried and I sat too shocked to move.

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next, “You have another place to offer

baby. Automatically, I moved her to the

two,” Nu-reeh

said the English word Mama I’d

I sputtered out. “She knows

Nu-reeh said

how to speak, Mistress,” I dumbly

much like our males, but our females

shivered in my arms and I forgot about the conversation

I need a blanket for her,”

he had brought and pulled out one of my knitted blankets. Nu-reeh called him a nasty name and told him to give me one of the absorbent towels first. She ordered me to swaddle the

breast. She was hungry she said, she begged for more to