A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

At night, I was connected to Master Damien and his Brothers. We did everything together. I hungered to go to sleep every night and spend time with my lovers and friends. I knew it was just a fantasy, but it was a wonderful fantasy.

The box was what my fake owners used to punish me, but I came to love it. In the privacy of that silent space I fully indulged in my insane fantasy. No one could say I wasn’t right as I spoke out loud to the figures in my dreams. My favorite personal world existed in that box.

In the day, there were things that stressed me. The nausea, thankfully, subsided, but the weight gain continued. I watched myself grow with trepidation.

The weight gain my owners had initially been pleased with, but as time wore on they were less happy about it. They kept having to add chain to my waist. Soon they had to buy larger cuffs and collar for me. I was costing them more than they liked.

My body protested the rapid growth of my belly also. Stretch marks appeared over the prominent bump in my lower stomach. The men treated them daily with the cream, but they always seemed to reappear the next day.

I couldn’t deny it as I petted my gravid belly. No one could deny what had happened. It terrified and shocked all of us that understood.

“Have they understood it yet?” Rose asked quietly one day when the Keepers weren’t around.

The rest of the girls from Earth were sitting and listening closely. We were all concerned. If I could have this happen, they could, too.

“No,” I told her, “the men don’t know what pregnancy entails. I don’t think they’ve ever seen a pregnant woman. They can’t comprehend what is happening. They still just think I’m getting fat.”

“What will you do when you deliver?” an Earth girl asked.

“I don’t know,” I told her. I stroked my stomach and felt the familiar roll as the child moved under my hand. “They like to study things. I fear they will want to study the child,” I said quietly.

Master Damien and his Brothers protected me. I wasn’t sure that protection extended to a child conceived by me. I feared for the babe, especially if it was female.

I wanted to run away before the child was born, but I wasn’t sure where to go. It was unclear how I would even get away. My instinct to protect my baby got stronger every day.

I was ill suited for this place, though. There was no way I would be able to protect my child once it was born. It crushed me to realize what the men could do if they wanted to.

“I remember pregnancy from Earth,” another girl whispered placing a hand on my stomach. “You should not be feeling the motions of the child already; your belly isn’t big enough. I don’t think your pregnancy will last the same time it does on Earth.”

“You don’t think I have much time left, do you?” I asked quietly. “I have to do something quickly.”

We never said the word escape to one another. It was a dangerous word to say here. They knew I feared my owners’ reaction to a child. It was assumed I had to get away.

The worry about the child usually lasted all day. Today for some reason was different. I sat on the beach that afternoon and felt breathless with anticipation. It wasn’t clear to me what I was anticipating, but it excited me greatly. This feeling was so strong it was hard to ignore.

My fake owners picked me up and I was almost giddy with the sensation. It was hard, but I fought it down. I did my best not to let my crazy emotions show to anyone.

On my knees in the shower scrubbing the grime, I felt like singing. Actually, I did sing, until one of my owners chastised me. Giggling stupidly, I held the emotion inside and just tried to focus on the mundane task at hand.

At the Keepers the next day the excitement inside of me was overwhelming. I was waiting so patiently for something. When lunch came the emotions were in such a frenzy, I could barely eat. Even the light haired Brother that fed me lunch, who never noticed me, said something about my strange attitude.

Late in the afternoon the depression set in. I cried on my pad as I waited for my owners to come and get me. The feeling tore at my heart. I could not complete myself and felt abandoned.

This made no sense. My fake owners came to pick me up as they always did. I wasn’t left longer than I should have been. It felt insane and I bawled laying on the ground.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

My fake owners literally had to pick me up and carry me to the transport. I couldn’t even find the strength to walk. It felt like my heart was being torn apart.

I refused dinner and was put in the box for my bad behavior. It didn’t matter. I wanted to die, there was nothing left to live for.

The emotions that I considered the sign of my schizophrenia were too strong to ignore. It was finally happening as I wailed in the box. My mind was breaking, I couldn’t even pretend to be normal.

I lay awake in the darkness and didn’t sleep. Anger started to fester inside me.

‘They have no right,’ screamed my internal voice. ‘I deserved my happiness and they took it from me!’

It went on for days. I barely slept. The anger and depression wrapped around me completely. My dreams were full of blank desperation. When I was awake I saw the world as a desolate place.

By the third day, I didn’t bother to hide it. I couldn’t have if I tried. My fake Masters dropped me at the Keepers and I lay down on the ground just inside the compound wall. Tears leaked out of my eyes continuously and I stared ahead not seeing anything.

Rose talked to me and Fuji begged me to get up and move around, but I couldn’t understand them. I lay defeated all day long wherever the Keepers put me. The lunch bell rang and I didn’t move. Men came and went in front of me, but my mind was gone.

The desert that had become my thoughts was quiet suddenly. I felt broken and used, but the crushing weight of sadness had lifted.

I looked around and I was at home in the compound. There were no memories of getting here. Last I remembered I had been crying at the Keepers on the ground. It made no sense.

I sat up slowly on the bed and heard my fake owners talking to the Healers. The Healers told them I was past repair. Perhaps it had something to do with the stomach. I would not be of use to anyone anymore.

All was silent as I considered what they had said. I bolted out of bed when I realized. A slave with no use would not be kept. They would kill me and kill the child.

“Masters, may I clean the apartment?” I called to them straightening the covers on the bed and stumbling around.

As the Healers watched, I tidied the apartment and tried to act normal. The men stopped me and the Healers examined me.

“It seems better,” the Healers said disbelieving. “This makes no sense.”

Yes, I had to agree. Nothing made sense anymore. My mother had talked about my cousin with the mental illness. It didn’t seem like the kind of thing that came and went. I had no idea what was wrong with me.

At the Keepers the next day, Rose and Fuji greeted me with hugs.

“We feared for you,” Rose said with tears streaking her face. “They took you home two day cycles ago and you didn’t come back. Our owners went to see yours, they saw you on the bed. You wouldn’t move or eat.”

“My owners said the only time they had seen something like you was when a man’s bond was broken,” Fuji said seriously.