A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

“What is happening?” he whispered into my ear when Nu-reeh’s attention turned back to Damien as my men returned to her with the requested items.

“It’s coming soon,” I told him. “The cramping pushes the baby out,” I explained as another wave of it swept across my lower back and into my belly.

Christof picked me up at Nu-reeh’s command and we walked briskly through the hallways. My natural curiosity had me wondering where exactly we were going. I tried to pay attention to the twists and turns, but the cramping kept distracting me. We had never been where we were going now.

“It’s too fast,” I whispered into Christof’s neck. “It takes hours and hours. This is too fast,” I whined as the next series of spine wrenching clenching took me.

Nu-reeh answered me as we walked. “It is one of us, slave, not one of you. She will fight her way out now that you have released the fluid around her.”

I laughed hysterically as my gut clenched again. Images of a hairy beast springing from my huge belly suddenly seemed funny. Perhaps she’d tear out of me and this would all be over.

“No!” Bane shouted. “You said it comes out the lower tunnel! Swear to me, Ciara, this doesn’t tear from your body that way!”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

My owners were frantic and had stopped moving to surround me. They didn’t know how to fix me if the baby tore out of me. Nu-reeh turned and grabbed me from Christof and walked faster.

“It comes out the tunnel, Bane. Do not be a nuisance. I am bringing you with me into the women’s area. They will not tolerate any trouble from you men,” she said.

We’d never been to the women’s area, not even me. No one was sure why we had to go there. It would be crawling with… ugg, better not to think of what it would be like.

We came to a wall of rock and I looked up the steep incline. Just as I wondered where we go now, Nu-reeh took flight. She soared up with dizzying speed to an opening at the top.

I watched behind her as my men scaled the cliff to follow her. They moved with the ease of mountain goats, but it was still slow going. It wasn’t clear whether they would be able to scale the entire surface without help.

Nu-reeh called to her Sisters and asked them to go get my men. Dinah made an angry sound as was characteristic and Tosu just took off.

The women’s area was massive. Fire pits were scattered around burning and shedding light. A huge, sunken pit seemed to be radiating heat throughout the space. Smaller caves dotted the perimeter of the room and went up the walls. Great, winged women flew into and out of the openings. Far above us the ceiling appeared to be missing allowing more light to spill in. Women were moving around in the space going about their daily lives. They barely noticed us.

The large cave Nu-reeh passed into was on the ground floor. Torches lit the area generously and I saw the walls were decorated with symbols.

“These are the quarters I share with Dinah and Tosu, slave,” Nu-reeh informed me.

The walls around us were covered in intricate symbols. They ran in long lines down the walls. I recognized them as the family symbols the men wore.

Nu-reeh noticed my attention and looked proudly at the wall.

“Our men,” she said inclining her head, “those symbols represent the families under our ownership. They are spread over several villages and compounds; and of course, some are here in the mountains.”

Truly shocking, I thought. Nu-reeh and her Sisters could have their own compound it seemed.

“These,” she said motioning her head, “are the family symbols for young females under my care.”

It was another list of families, perhaps twenty in all. Nu-reeh and her sisters ran a truly massive operation.

I was laid on a large flat rock. I felt that it must be heated, because it was so warm under my back. Nu-reeh slipped my bloody, wet gown off my head and tossed it to the floor. My foot covers were also removed. I lay panting and staring at the ceiling as the next shuddering contraction ripped through me.

I’d seen my cousin give birth, but I had no idea what I should be doing to help the birthing process. She’d had her head up so she could wrap her arms around her stomach and grab her legs to push. Laid flat on a rock, even with my knees bent, I couldn’t get in that position. My inability made me want to scream. I felt like I would fail before I started.

Christof was behind me suddenly. He raised me to lean against him between his legs, so I held the position I thought I should be in. Now I could wrap my arms around my stomach.

“Better, Ciara?” he asked through the bond.

“Yes, thank you,” I answered the same way as Kein wiped the tears off my face.

We sat like that and my men just watched me curiously as the contractions continued. It was such a strange sensation, they couldn’t get over it. Pain was part of life, but this was unique.

The stretching and pressure on my lower half was like nothing they’d every experienced. They equated it to really having to use the lacquered pot, but that had never been like this. Evan paced nervously feeling uncomfortable with the sensation. Eventually Damien knew we had to get control of ourselves.

The pain would not break us. Knowledge of how to deal with discomfort and the ability to refocus my mind became forefront. My breathing deepened, as much as it could, and I felt steadier.

Their experience with pain somehow made it more bearable. Damien planned our breathing and kept us balanced. I was grateful and let my mind feel through them.

Nu-reeh passed in and out watching us, but otherwise just left us alone. After a while, she began to place her hand on my belly and tell me to push with the contractions. Otherwise, she was very nonintrusive, which I appreciated.

The pain began to grow quickly. The contractions came closer and closer together until I felt I was breaking apart. Even with the mental buffer it was awful and unfathomable. I pushed and screamed and suddenly it faded. Wet wiggling between my thighs alerted me something had happened.

Nu-reeh reached between my legs and lifted a a flesh colored mass into the air by a leg. Using a claw she sliced through the umbilical cord and Dinah seared the ends closed with a burning poker. I stared transfixed at my daughter.

“Give her to me,” I croaked out reaching.

Nu-reeh held the wiggling infant and just seemed to be examining her. She used a rag to wipe the bloody excess off the girl. Suddenly, the baby screeched and hissed. Nu-reeh growled back and I screamed at Nu-reeh to give me my baby.

Christof clamped a hand over my mouth and Damien stood between me and the giant woman. I would not be silenced and continued to scream past my gag. More than anything, I feared for the child’s life.

As I screamed, so did the infant, fighting Nu-reeh for all she was worth. Finally, Nu-reeh laughed and brushed Damien away. She almost threw the bundle of flesh at me. I caught my damp shivering child and held her to my breast.

“Damien, take the rings out of the slave’s nipples unless you want the girl to eat them,” she said bluntly.

Kein reached for the rings and removed them while I tried to soothe the wailing little girl in my arms.

She was beautiful with a thick black tuft of hair over the crown of her head. Her flesh was otherwise milky white like mine. She had wings, small fleshy protrusions from her back that she couldn’t seem to control. I stroked the area between them and they flopped around uselessly.

“Hello, Hannah,” I crooned saying the name I had picked for her. “Relax, Mama is here. You’re okay now.”