A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

“Maybe next time we should find a place that you could get out of easier,” I said and Hannah just watched me.

She was sleepy after her exercise and I carried her back to our apartments. I put her on her belly to rest and picked up the toys she had left scattered around that morning. My men had generously brought or purchased her lots of different things to play with.

Much like on Earth the toys were all geared at teaching some fundamental skill. It kept her occupied in the morning when I cleaned things up. I smiled recognizing the different words and symbols printed on the toys.

It was nearing dinner time when a clattering noise outside got my attention.

“Slave,” Nu-reeh’s voice called from outside.

“Yes, Mistress,” I answered bustling out. “How may I help you?”

“The child is flying I was told,” she stated and I gave an affirmative answer.

Hannah was beside me suddenly. She greeted Nu-reeh politely.

“Come with me,” Nu-reeh ordered and started to walk.

I took Hannah’s hand and we started out trailing close behind Nu-reeh.

I had been glad when Hannah stopped hissing and growling at Nu-reeh. I got the sense that Hannah respected the large woman. Nu-reeh seemed like a good role model. She was powerful and knowledgeable, things I certainly was not, so I didn’t have an issue with it. They had developed what oddly enough seemed like a business relationship.

We walked back to the steep rock wall Nu-reeh had taken me to the day Hannah was born. Once again the big woman scooped me up and flew into the opening above us. I looked down and Hannah followed.

Once we reached the top Nu-reeh pointed ahead of us.

“Walk,” she told me, “I wish to speak with the young one.”This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

It was an unusual request and I walked toward the center of the women’s living area alone. Tosu met me and requested I stand with her, which I did. Ahead of us was an opening in the stone floor. It seemed to be emanating heat. Vaguely I remembered seeing it at Hannah’s birth.

I didn’t want to disobey Nu-reeh, but I worried for my daughter. When I glanced back the way I’d come they just seemed to be talking. Surreptitiously, I watched until Hannah got close to me.

It was warm here, I noted, much more so than I was accustomed to. I made no comment to Tosu and asked no questions. I was glad when Nu-reeh and Hannah passed. Nu-reeh was telling Hannah why it was hot in this area.

“You will find these in every mountain range,” Nu-reeh said pointing to a sunken glowing area in front of us. “We have made ours easier to use, but you will find them naturally in every cave system.”

I started to walk forward and Nu-reeh stopped me. “It is too hot for you, it is for the young one.”

I could see the heat rising from the central pit. I could see a set of stairs carved into the rock went down into it.

“What is it?” I asked quietly.

Nu-reeh ignored me and started to instruct Hannah on how to dip the tips of her wings into the stuff. She said once Hannah’s talons started to grow she should dip those also. It would make the tips hard as any metal and nearly unbreakable.

“There are very few substances that can survive the treated tips of our wings,” Nu-reeh explained. “When the slavers attacked this planet, we found they had no material that would stop us. We pierced and shredded every defense they had.”

I guess it hadn’t just been the men that fought that battle. The slavers really didn’t stand a chance.

“How long should I hold it in?” Hannah asked.

“You will know when it is enough. Once the pain fades you will feel them grow harder. It is a choice for any woman how long she leaves them in. You will have to experiment to perfect it for yourself,” Nu-reeh answered.

Other women had flown down and were standing around. I watched as little Hannah walked down the stairs. Nu-reeh stood at the edge and coached her.

I heard a little yelp and got concerned. I tried to move forward, but Tosu grabbed me from behind.

“My baby, you’re hurting my baby,” I cried fighting her.

“Your daughter is doing what all women do. Stop struggling or you will upset the young one,” Tosu said into my ear.

The smell hit me a few moments later. It was the distinct odor of burned flesh. I had no idea what they were doing to my daughter. My terror didn’t abate until Hannah’s head popped up from the pit. She looked expectantly at me with a huge grin.

“Look Mama, look at what I can do now,” she said driving the blackened tip of her wing into the rock beside her.

Breathing deeply, I gave a big, fake smile. “Good girl, that’s wonderful, now come back up here.”

Hannah looked confused. “I have to do the rest of them, Mama. That’s just one. I have tips on all three sections of my wings,” she said uncertainly and Nu-reeh gave me a hard look.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Hannah. I hadn’t realized you didn’t finish. Go on,” I encouraged with false brightness.

“Be cautious about using them so soon after the treatment, young one,” another woman called down.

The other women murmured agreement, they should be left to set and harden.

“I couldn’t wait to try mine,” Dinah said, “almost broke one on the first day.”

There were no more yelps of pain, but the smell of burning flesh continued to waft from the pit.

“It is traditional,” Tosu said, “that you paint the newly hardened tips. They are always painted after the first hardening. Some women continue to paint them, but most do not.”

“You are going to let that paint one of us?” another woman ranted angrily pointing at me. “It is disgraceful.”

“This is the female breeder,” Tosu said sounding bored. “Would you rather we bring the male breeder up here to do it?”

The women grumbled and cursed, but no, they didn’t want the men here. This was a female only thing and they enjoyed the privacy of that.

Dinah handed me a small pot of shiny blue liquid. Well, at least Damien would be pleased she had the right color on.

“The color is in honor of the male breeder,” Tosu explained, “Nu-reeh made it in Damien’s family color.”

“Thank you, Mistress, that was kind,” I said.

This was all so strange and unexpected. It felt like I had come to Christmas dinner in the middle of July and showed up without a gift. I was absolutely unprepared.

Hannah barreled out of the pit intent on showing me what she had done. I looked over the tips and touched them, telling her how good they looked. She was very animated and wanted to tell me all about it.

The entire situation pleased her until she saw the color I planned to put on her newly hardened wing tips.

“No, I don’t like that color,” she said stubbornly eyeing the pot.

“That’s the way it’s done, Hannah,” I tried to explain. “Mistress Tosu said you wear your male breeder’s color.”

“No, Mama,” Hannah said crossing her arms, “my wings will not bear his colors.”