A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“It is difficult,” Christof said handing me our sleeping and bundled daughter, “but we speak with Basin and Stayne. We try to help them see the horrors of slavery. The way they act is no different from…”

He let the statement hang, but I knew who he meant. Having a slave meant being Like the women and no one wanted that.

“They will see the truth one day, as we did,” Damien said guiding me to the sleeping chamber. “We will make sure that all Paterians see the truth,” he said softly as they Lay Kennedy and me down.

My family rested the remainder of the night until the sun rose. They tried to be quiet, but despite being less than a day old, Kennedy woke curious about what they were doing. She didn’t want to stay in the quiet bedroom with me, she wanted to see what was going on.

The men were left to tend to me today. Food was delivered to us by Basin’s family. While I nibbled, Christof held our daughter. She dozed in his arms as he talked to her. It was different than it had been with Hannah, so unbelievably different.

Where Hannah had been all fire and venom, Kennedy was my sweet girl and I started calling her that. She Loved her family and wanted to be with us constantly. Her eyes constantly swayed between herfatherand his Brothers when they were around.

clear. The day he went back to work, she wailed all morning. He had to gently, but firmly, reprimanded her at lunch. She just couldn’t have everything she wanted. It was not his choice to follow Nu-reeh’s commands or not. While

I saw the look of determination on Kennedy’s young face. She didn’t Like that her father was owned and controlled. The resolve I’d

was breeding

second girl liked to be held and rocked. She was passed between all of us, enjoying the attention of the

feed regularly. Nursing made her sleepy and she liked to be awake and part of the conversation. Evan remembered how often Hannah had fed and he made a schedule for me. We did our best to make sure she’d grow strong and

with her in the morning while I cleaned our rooms. She and Rose shared a special bond once Rose understood her name. Evidently the Kennedy

the same as they had been before. The only difference was that I was to read

my walks. They understood the control Nu-reeh had on the men. No

ignored like a piece of rock. No

Angela’s Library

was twenty two days old. Kennedy and I were walking and talking. I had taken us to a winding cave that