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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“You have another place to offer the

the baby. Automatically, I moved her to the

Nu-reeh said, “Hopefully, they

the English word Mama I’d used

Mistress,” I sputtered out. “She

to talk,” Nu-reeh said with a wave

know how to speak, Mistress,” I dumbly

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

and I forgot about the conversation with

cold. I need a blanket for her,” I

had brought and pulled out one of my knitted blankets. Nu-reeh called him a nasty name and told him

begged for more to eat. I quickly diapered her and wrapped her in a blanket.