A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“I will wrap her so that doesn’t happen and nobody here would say anything-” I started to say and Christof pointed to my sleeping daughter.

I took a different tact. “I’ll put her on my chest to sleep. Is that better?”

“You Like to sleep on your side,” Kein informed me. “In the middle of the night you turn on your hip.”

Strangely observant, but it was still true.

In an attempt to find a solution I offered up the idea of a crib, but that wasn’t how Nu-reeh had said to sleep. Instead, Christof and I built a barricade of blankets between Damien and Hannah. I could only imagine what the baby books at home would have said about doing that.

We lay down in our spots and my men’s breathing evened out very quickly. I lay staring at the ceiling and thinking. So much ran through my mind, I didn’t know where to start.

In the days I’d shared a bond with my family, I had thought whatever they did. With that compulsion gone, I could think clearly. For the first time in ages, I felt normal.

all at once. Parts of it were stranger than others, parts of it more stressful. I refused to think of the day my

entrance into the mens’ Living quarters when my owners almost killed my tutors. Damien had been ready to decapitate the

G E L A ‘s L I B R A R

he wanted to, though. Damien and his

between them; she had enforced her will

looked over at my sleeping daughter and understood. The women here could control the men completely. It was done at such an intrinsic level the men weren’t even

of her father and examined his memories. I didn’t control his dreams, she did. I was just along for the

bothered with all the pretense. They could have the men just line up and do what

and waiting on her explicit instruction. She wanted them to fight and make their own decisions. Nu-reeh

had better things to do. It

Hannah, although I should

second thought, perhaps I should not tell Nu-reeh I understood. She may kill me