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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spoke next, “You have another place to offer the child food,

looked at the baby. Automatically, I moved her to

have two,” Nu-reeh said, “Hopefully, they

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

I sputtered out. “She knows how to

to talk,” Nu-reeh said with a wave

to speak, Mistress,” I dumbly

like our males,

my arms and I forgot about the conversation with

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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

her off 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 the breast she was quiet