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.

G E L A ‘s

have another place to offer the child food,

Automatically, I moved her to the other

Nu-reeh said, “Hopefully,

amazed, The little girl had said the English word Mama I’d

Mistress,” I sputtered out. “She knows

she knows how to talk,” Nu-reeh said with a wave

to speak, Mistress,” I

much like our males, but

and I forgot about the conversation

need a blanket for her,” I

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 infant’s lower half with the absorbent

my breast. She was hungry she said, she begged for more to eat. I quickly diapered her and wrapped her in a blanket. Once she was back on