A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“The women told us he does.”

“He is curious,” I said wincing as the transport careened much too close to the wall. “Men with Earth breeders in their line seem more curious. Christof has Earth breeders and he was always the most curious Brother.”

The men were confused. They didn’t know a “Christof”. “He is Damien’s Brother,” I answered. “He is the fourth Brother in my family.”

Their faces darkened and they looked angry suddenly.

“He should have known better then,” the lead Brother said firmly. “Once he knew he was the offspring of a slave he never should have continued to participate. He should have made it stop.”

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

sound. Rose and I were ignored as the men drew their weapons

front said and

foot crocodiles were jumping on the air shield around the transport. One of them managed to get past the air shield and

writhed in two pieces for several moments before the lead Brother stabbed it

nasty creatures. Thom called them giles. I vaguely remembered reading about giles. The readings I’d done had noted them as pests in the Lowlands where water was plentiful. They could

whispered clinging to me. She looked as scared as

good

“We will be okay.”

and she didn’t look like she particularly believed that statement. We were tearing though a poorly lit cave with our friend

the men stayed on alert. I was happy they didn’t want to talk to us. I wasn’t that comfortable with men other than