A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

The screaming baby quieted some at the sound of my voice and she nuzzled my chest. I guided her mouth to a nipple and she latched on hungrily.

The rest of the room didn’t matter for a moment. I was lost, counting five fingers on each hand and five toes on each foot. She had my mother’s nose and a dimple on her left cheek. She was a perfect girl, wings and all!

“What’s it doing?” Kein asked.

“She is feeding,” I told him simply.

Kein’s fingers played over the nipple Hannah wasn’t attached to and a drop of liquid appeared. He took it on his finger and licked it off.

“NO,” Nu-reeh said sharply. “That is not for you. Let the female feed there until she is full.”

I couldn’t understand Nu-reeh. One minute it looks like she’s going to kill the child and now she’s protecting her feeding rights. It made no sense at all.

My lower back and belly contracted again. I grunted and strained, feeling something wet and warm slip from me. Damien reached down and pulled at the red mass.

“Is that a child?” Bane asked startled.

“No,” I groaned catching my breath. “In my world it was called placenta. It attaches the baby inside of me.”

Nu-reeh looked at it and then at me, “Well, aren’t you going to eat it?” she asked.

“No, Ma’m,” I answered as my stomach turned.

“Wasteful,” she commented picking it up and sliding it between her jaws.

The wet slurping disgusted me almost as much as the grind of her teeth. I clutched at my daughter and closed my eyes willing the nausea to abate.

“Are you sleeping now?” Evan asked curiously.

I opened my eyes and he was right in my face.

“No, Master Evan, I felt nausea. I was just hoping it would pass.”

“Really?” Christof asked.

“I didn’t feel nausea,” Bane muttered from the side.

Wide, dark eyes opened and my little Hannah looked up at me. Grey eyes, black hair… I looked at her face and saw her father’s strong features.

“She’s Damien’s,” I said quietly and Nu-reeh came closer.

“How do you know, slave?” she asked.

“The eyes, the hair,” I said petting the baby. “This is Damien’s daughter.”

Nu-reeh didn’t seem convinced and wandered away.

The child sucked and pulled on the breast, watching me intermittently. Suddenly, she seemed upset. Her little fists balled up and she let out a wail.

“Mama, more,” she cried and I sat too shocked to move.

Nu-reeh spoke next, “You have another place to offer the child food, slave.”

I looked at Nu-reeh and looked at the baby. Automatically, I moved her to the other breast and she latched on voraciously.

“You only have two,” Nu-reeh said, “Hopefully, they produce enough.”

I was amazed. The little girl had said the English word Mama I’d used and the Paterian word for more.

“She spoke, Mistress,” I sputtered out. “She knows how to talk…”

“Of course she knows how to talk,” Nu-reeh said with a wave of her hand.

“Babies don’t know how to speak, Mistress,” I dumbly responded.

“Human infants may not speak, much like our males, but our females do,” Nu-reeh said.

Hannah shivered in my arms and I forgot about the conversation with Nu-reeh.

“She’s cold. I need a blanket for her,” I said.

Damien picked up the bag he had brought and pulled out one of my knitted blankets. Nu-reeh called him a nasty name and told him to give me one of the absorbent towels first. She ordered me to swaddle the infant’s lower half with the absorbent piece.

Hannah screamed like a banshee when I took her off my breast. She was hungry she said, she begged for more to eat. I quickly diapered her and wrapped her in a blanket. Once she was back on the breast she was quiet again.

The only sound in the room was her noisy slurping and I started to be aware of my own discomfort. My lower half felt abused and broken. I shifted slightly and realized I was sitting in a puddle of fluid.

“May I have a towel to clean myself with?” I asked sheepishly.

My men bustled around and wiped me off.

The healing cream was rubbed all over ‘down there’ despite my strenuous objections. Nu-reeh even insisted it be put inside me, which made me stifle a cry. I was tender, but the cream made it better.

My sore and softened belly was also treated generously with a different strange cream Nu-reeh gave Damien. The skin visibly tightened after the application. Such a strange, amazing substance, I wished I’d had it back on Earth.

Nu-reeh had made Damien come prepared. A large absorbent towel was slipped between my legs and tied around my waist, like a large diaper. She told him I was to wear something like this until the drainage stopped. My men didn’t argue, but I could see they didn’t understand.

Hannah observed everything as she sucked on my breast. It had been a hard day for her and I watched as her eyes slowly drifted closed. She stopped suckling and seemed to be resting. I put her tiny body across my shoulder and patted between her wings until she let out a belch.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

“Good. Slave,” Nu-reeh said sounding satisfied. “You will feed her as often as she wants. Damien, put the cream on the slave’s nipples, they will need care to keep the food supply flowing.”

Damien started to put the salve across my nipples and Hannah opened her eyes to watch him. When his hand got close to her, she hissed and spit. Damien looked at me and then at the angry little bundle I was holding.

Nu-reeh laughed at the scene and came closer to look at Hannah.

“She will make a fine woman,” Nu-reeh appraised. “No man may touch her, slave,” she continued. “Only you may hold her or care for her. Do you understand me?”

I remembered all the times Damien had asked the same question. Punishment always awaited me if I didn’t follow the direction.

“Yes, Mistress, no man will touch her,” I answered and watched Nu-reeh carefully.

“The other men here will be made to understand also, Damien,” Nu-reeh said stretching out her massive wingspan. “If any of you men touch the child, I will take your lives.”

“Yes, Mistress,” my men answered sounding a little shocked.

“I don’t wish to have the slave in my quarters, so she and the babe will be moved back to your rooms. The slave will need plenty of food and water. Make sure there is an adequate supply in your rooms,” Nu-reeh instructed.

My men answered in affirmation and watched as Nu-reeh approached Hannah and me. The big woman hoisted me in her arms and carried me out of her cave. We walked through the women’s central area and there was great interest in my child.