A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

“Perhaps we should use the slave for its purpose,” one of them offered wickedly. “Perhaps it would be a good lesson for Damien and his Brothers to learn to share.”

They laughed at how fun that would be. Their Mistress had said not to touch me, but no one was here right now. Making Damien angry would be enjoyable.

I tried to rise and was pushed forward. One of the men grabbed my breast and squeezed. Reacting like my Warriors were trained to, I balled a fist and slammed it into his face. It didn’t faze him at all.

The man before me laughed at my attempt and nearly knocked me out with a swift blow to the head. As I staggered dizzily another of them landed a sharp punch on my protruding belly. Screaming, I wrapped my arms around my unborn to protect her.

“Unless you want more of that, you will do what we say,” the leader growled.

Before I had my balance back the men had me bent over the back of a chair in the room. My big belly was pressed hard into the cushion and I felt a wave of intense nausea.

“As payment then for all of our wasted mornings with this stupid creature,” one of them said.

Still struggling hard, I felt the sweep of cold air on the back of my legs. My warm covering had been lifted to reveal my backside. I threw my elbow back slamming it into the gut of the man behind me. He grunted and laughed, but then he screamed.

I felt the man behind me suddenly ripped away from my body. White hot anger surged through me and I felt the desire to kill. Hands pushed me toward the wall and my family was throwing the tutors into the hall.

Damien was going to kill them and nothing was going to stop him. The fighting was fast and brutal. My family beat my tutors into the floor for every indiscretion. Once they were satisfied Damien and his Brothers went for the weapons they needed. Remove their heads from their bodies and throw the corpses off the mountain was the decision.

“No, stop!” I screamed running into the hall.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

The commotion had attracted many men to the main hallway we were in. They were screaming bets and encouragement watching the fight. This was great entertainment.

The order from Damien was in my head to go back inside and be quiet. It took every ounce of mental determination I still had to fight the command.

“Stop, please!” I begged. “She doesn’t want them dead!”

If Damien killed these men I feared what Nu-reeh would do. I felt the anger Damien had and it was making him irrational. It was making all of them irrational.

“She will learn to live with it,” Damien said raising his arm to deal the killing blow.

“ENOUGH,” was the roar from the entrance to the hallway we were in.

Damien’s blade quivered in the air. I saw him falter as his eyes raised to the creature that had bellowed. Nu-reeh strode toward us and the compulsion to drop the weapons was undeniable.

Damien’s blade fell to his side and he dropped the man he had been holding. The tutor’s head made a sickening thud as it hit the stone floor. The other men did the same thing as Nu-reeh came closer. She looked livid.

The yelling throng dispersed with amazing speed. They literally ran down the hall to escape.

“They attacked Ciara, Mistress,” Damien said by way of explanation. “They wished to use her. They hit her face and her stomach.”

“My Sisters and I will deal with this,” Nu-reeh said stoically and the rage just melted from us. “You do not need to concern yourselves with punishment. We will do a much better job than you would.”

The women could, we all agreed. They could punish a man until he wished to be dead. This issue would be taken care of.

“Yes, Mistr-”

The polite response was cut off as the spasm radiated across my lower back. The cramp came out of nowhere. I was seeing double as I leaned over and grabbed the wall. It was like my insides were being twisted in a knot. I panted, unable to catch my breath.

Christof’s hands helped me to kneel on the floor and I heard Nu-reeh cursing. She picked up my tutors and literally flung their limp bodies toward the main entrance.

“You are not ready, slave,” she said harshly. “I am sure it is not time. You are stressed, now stop this.”

I was breathless as the pain released me and looked up into her threatening face.

Christof knelt protectively beside me. He wasn’t sure what I had to stop.

“Yes, Mistress,” I whimpered holding my stomach.

A moment later the cramp returned. It radiated from my lower back and I writhed trying to find a comfortable way to move. Water splashed to the ground beneath me as the contraction ended.

“What is that?” Christof asked looking between my thighs.

Between my legs was warm and wet as I looked down. Through my translucent clothing it was easy to see the pool of bloody water beneath me.

Nu-reeh was really cursing now. There was so much more I needed to know. She hadn’t gotten through half of my education. There was more she needed to do first. Nu-reh was furious at how far along I was before she knew.

In a fit of anger Nu-reeh slapped Damien.

“Why did you not pick better Keepers?” she demanded as he stumbled back. “They kept it a secret!”

The blow had surprised Damien, but he’d received worse. My family prepared for a beating, still not understanding what brought on this fit of rage. They’d take whatever they had to in order to keep Nu-reeh’s wrath from me.

The pain knotted across my lower back and I groaned leaning onto the wall. I did the breathing Rose had taught me to try to maintain composure. Now was not the time for weakness.

The sound got Nu-reeh’s attention. She ordered my men to bring certain things from inside and put them in bags. While my men worked she stood glaring at me.

Christof knelt at my side and stroked my back.