A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Nu-reeh had made Damien come prepared. A large absorbent towel was Slipped between my legs and tied around my waist, like a large diaper. She told him I was to wear something like this until the drainage stopped. My men didn’t argue, but I could see they didn’t understand.

Hannah observed everything as she sucked on my breast. It had been a hard day for her and I watched as her eyes slowly drifted closed. She stopped suckling and seemed to be resting. I put her tiny body across my shoulder and patted between her wings until she let out a belch.

“Good. Slave,” Nu-reeh said sounding satisfied.

“You will feed her as often as she wants. Damien, put the cream on the slave’s nipples, they will need care to keep the food supply flowing.”

Damien started to put the salve across my nipples and Hannah opened her eyes to watch him. When his hand got close to her, she hissed and spit. Damien looked at me and then at the angry little bundle I was holding.

Nu-reeh laughed at the scene and came closer to look at Hannah.

“She will make a fine woman,” Nu-reeh appraised.

“Only you may hold her

the same question. Punishment always awaited me

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Mistress, no man will touch her,” I answered and

understand also, Damien,”

touch the child, I

answered

your rooms. The slave will need plenty of food and

her arms and carried me out of her cave. We walked through the women’s central area and there was great

other women would

early. The wings were apparently not as defined as they should be. The women

your men,” she kept saying. “I will not tolerate trouble

men must follow