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.

and then stopped suddenly. I heard voices, so I thought maybe we were home. I yelped when someone suddenly picked

sighed, “relax, you can’t walk bundled

on my feet, but I still didn’t

the shopkeeper say, “that pesky

was removed and I was standing in the opulent dressing room of Fredrick’s shop. I glanced up and he Looked just as perky as always. He jokingly asked Damien if it had been difficult to “find” me. He found the entire thing quite humorous. Damien warned him

laying a hand on Damien’s shoulder, “this world is full of secrets. I know many and choose to keep them, because my Brothers and I are kept happy. What we know will not be spread

seemed to relax and Fredrick called Mia out. She

cousin?” she murmured quietly “Yes, thank you,” I answered trying to

to expose your breasts so you could feed a child. It

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have been uncomfortable without it,” I

hesitantly, “on my world it is rude not to ask a mother of the fate of their child. From my human friends, I