A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

His purple eyes got wider and he pushed me to lay on my back. The blanket covering us was moved so he could examine me. All attention focused on Master Christof, who was focusing on my rotund belly.

“Why is this bigger? What have the others done to you?” he asked. “Is this illness the reason they did not bring you to us at the cabin?”

Probably, I thought. The men that kept me probably didn’t want my real owners to see my stomach. The collective in my head roared at what they thought must be a sign of sickness.

I lay still and watched Master Christof’s eyes. This was not how I planned to tell them. I felt they would be angry when they found out, so perhaps chained to a wall was better.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

“One of you put a baby inside of me,” I told him simply, although speaking the words seemed unnecessary. “There is no word I know to call it in your language. In my world the word is pregnant.”

Nu-reeh entered then and the men all sat up.

“There is a word in our language also, slave. The men do not have need to use it, so they do not know it. I will permit them to use your word,” she told me simply.

I recognized the two other women that followed her in. The one to her right had been leaking venom when they took me from the compound, her name was Dinah, I knew now. As she stared at me the amber liquid seeped from her fangs again. The men gasped watching it hit the floor.

“Dinah,” Nu-reeh said harshly turning to her, “out, if you cannot control yourself.”

“We take precautions,” she said. “It should not happen. Make them tell you why they did not follow the rules.”

She turned and strode back outside. I heard the clatter of her talons as she walked across the floor.

Master Damien spoke then, “Nu-reeh, we have angered your sister, Dinah, and we are very sorry.”

Nu-reeh ignored him and got back to the point.

“The slave is going to have a child, Damien,” Nu-reeh said. “We know you left it with Rue and his Brothers. We wish to know who stopped giving the slave the health tonic.”

“Slaves cannot bear us children,” Master Damien said sounding confused. “The slaves are not female, Mistress.”

The men murmured agreement and Nu-reeh growled. “You buy female slaves. They are built for your pleasure. Human slaves are like us in some limited ways. They are injected at the auction to prevent this and you give a tonic every day to prevent it. Who stopped giving the slave the tonic? Answer me now.”

“We paid for the tonic, Mistress,” Master Damien said as the woman Dinah stepped back in the room. “When the slave was with us we gave the tonic to it ourselves.”

“Then why is the slave full of child, Damien?” Dinah growled. “Did you think if you did this we would let you keep her in the mountains?”

“What did we do, Mistress?” Master Damien asked. “We don’t understand.”

The women looked livid. The men still didn’t believe them and the conversation was obviously confusing to both sides.

“Rue and his Brothers kept the slave after we brought you here, correct?” Nu-reeh asked calmly.

“Yes, Mistress,” they answered in unison.

“Did you instruct them how to care for an Earth slave?”

“Yes, Mistress,” they answered again.

“How did you ensure the slave would be cared for as you requested?” Nu-reeh asked.

“We paid them with the stones you gave us, Mistress,” Master Damien told her looking over at me.

“They kept the stones,” Nu-reeh spit out obviously grasping what had happened, “but they didn’t give the slave the tonic when they had her. It has to be given everyday. It is not effective if not taken every day.”

The woman named Dinah groused, “We should remove the Earth slaves from the compound. The men are too foolish.”

Nu-reeh didn’t seem to agree with her. “It would upset the men, Dinah,” she addressed the other woman. “The men like the human slaves best. Taking them away would make the men unhappy for many changes of the small moon. Just look at what these men did to keep their slave. It would create too many problems. Their mothers would be displeased.”

The two women flanking her seemed thoughtful and in agreement, so Nu-reeh continued. “There are systems our cousins in the red mountains use to ensure all the females receive the drink regularly. The Administrators will use the same system here.”

“Now we must keep the slave in the mountains until it is ready, Nu-reeh. This is unacceptable; it is embarrassing,” Dinah said glaring at me.

I was dying to know what would happen to me and my child. They obviously weren’t happy about it. I wrapped my arms around my stomach in a useless bid to protect the unborn. There was no way I was strong enough to save this child from Nu-reeh if she didn’t want it.

“What will you do with our slave and the child it carries?” Master Damien asked.

Strange he would ask that as I thought it. A moment ago they had barely believed such a thing could happen.

“That is no concern for you, Damien,” Nu-reeh snapped turning to leave.

“I beg your pardon, Mistress. It is my concern,” Master Damien rejoined.

Nu-reeh took three massive strides until she rested in front of Master Damien. She considered him for a moment and then looked at me.

“We cannot harm the slave now, can we?” she asked softly. “You have bonded with her.”

Master Christof pulled me on his lap and hugged me tight to his chest.

“What will you do with the child, though?” Master Damien asked again.

Nu-reeh bristled at being pushed, she didn’t like it. “If the slave gives birth to something strong enough, we will keep it,” she said.

“And if not?” Master Damien asked.

“If it will not survive here, it will not survive,” she said turning to leave the room. “No more questions.”

I sat shivering on Master Christof’s lap.

Nu-reeh strode out purposefully. The other sister hesitated and walked cautiously toward us. It wasn’t Dinah, this was Tosu. The men knew her and knew she was the calmest of the three.

“I believe it is strong enough, human,” she said in a very low voice before she turned and left.

I sat stunned looking at the way she’d gone. How was I supposed to know if my baby was strong enough to survive? What did I need to do to be sure? In fact, what was strong enough to survive in this place?

“What does that even mean?” Master Bane asked echoing my thoughts.

“Can a slave have a child?” Master Kein asked turning to look at me.

“It is not possible,” Master Evan insisted and Master Damien agreed with him.

“You just asked her about the child, you heard her,” I said to Master Damien. “You already admitted it was possible. Trust me, I know, I am carrying a child.”

He wrinkled his brow and looked at me, “You believe it is possible very strongly. Your questions were hard to ignore.”

Stubborn, bull-headed… my thought was cut short as all five of them gasped and stared at me.

“We could say the same about you, Ciara,” Master Christof remarked chuckling at my imagery.