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 L I B R A R

spoke next, “You have another place

I moved

Nu-reeh said, “Hopefully, they produce

was amazed, The little girl had said the English word Mama I’d used and the Paterian

spoke, Mistress,” I sputtered out. “She knows how to

Nu-reeh said with a wave

to

may not speak, much like our males, but our females

in my arms and I forgot about the conversation with

cold. I need a blanket for

bag 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

banshee when I took her off my breast. She was hungry she said, she begged for more to eat. I quickly diapered her