A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

My voice broke and I sobbed gazing at the mighty, towering peaks that contained us on this Land. Beyond them is where my daughter would stay. Beyond them was where she belonged. I was where I would always stay, in the slave pen concocted by the women.

“You will see her again,” Damien said with confidence. “We are Nu-reeh’s favorites. We will barter with her. She will allow you to see our offspring. I can do this for you.”

The other men agreed. It was something they could manage. Maybe a few extra couplings or a Lunar cycle in the mountains would buy me what I wanted. There was really no need for me to worry, they would take care of it.

I knew the truth of it. I watched the grey slopes as the transport cruised steadily away. Damien and his Brothers would do whatever Nu-reeh wanted, when she wanted. If she found it acceptable, I would see Hannah. If she did not, I would never see my daughter again.

Silently, I said good bye to Hannah. I prayed for her and released her to the wild world. Make her strong and happy was the silent appeal I made to any deity that might listen. It was all I could do for her.

As the transport got closer to the compound the sun got lower in the sky. Just before it set, the men pulled a sheet over my head. Now I couldn’t see anything. I was surrounded in white with the sense of movement under my feet. It was quite disconcerting.

stopped suddenly. I heard voices, so I thought maybe we were home. I yelped when

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was carried and set down on my feet, but

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the opulent dressing room of Fredrick’s shop. I glanced up and he Looked just as perky as always. He jokingly

and choose to keep them, because my Brothers and I are kept happy. What we know

Fredrick called Mia out. She unwrapped the

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she said quietly, “they parted to expose your breasts so you could feed a child. It was a common design for women feeding their

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