A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

Every day I thought of my daughter. I wondered what she was doing and how she was. In quiet moments I would sit and look toward the sky praying for her safety. She was a fixture in my daily thoughts.

One mid day meal, as I sat with Damien outside the Keeper’s compound in the forest, I was staring up at the sky. It was wide and beautiful beyond the trees. Flying freely through it must be a wonderful experience.

“What are you looking at?” Damien asked peering up through the canopy.

“I’m thinking of Hannah,” I told him passing him the bowl to take a bite. “I look at the sky and wonder if she’s out flying in it somewhere. I’d love to know where she is and what she’s doing every day.”

He sat and watched me for a moment before he spoke. “I don’t understand,” he said simply. “Why do you want to know that?”

I sighed and looked at him. He was never going to understand, but he probably wouldn’t drop it.

“Didn’t you wonder what Christof was doing when he disappeared into the mountains? I worry about Hannah and hope she is well. It would make me feel better if I knew what she was doing,” I attempted to explain.

Damien sat back against the tree he was lounging on as he handed me the bowl.

“Always so curious, you are like Christof in that regard,” he told me.

The subject was in the open, so I pushed a little with him. “You have other children out there, you must. Don’t you ever wonder about them? What they are like or what they are doing? Do you think about our daughter?”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

I tried to pass the bowl and he stopped me. “Eat more and I’ll answer you,” he said grinning. “You almost look well again.”

Dutifully I took a large bite and looked pointedly at him.

“No,” was the simple answer, “I never think about them. I assume Hannah is well, but I do not think on her unless you bring her up. Others may exist, from what the women said I have been a breeder.”

He paused for a moment and then spoke again, “Christof thinks about it. He wonders about the children he has sired. When we were bonded to you he saw how children lived on your planet. He is curious how his offspring fare.”

“Would the women tell you?” I asked taking another bite.

“They never have, but we’ve never asked,” Damien said simply.

We sat in silence for a few moments before Damien spoke again.

“I think I would enjoy knowing more about Hannah. She was interesting. I liked her,” he added after a long pause.

Long ago I’d promised myself I would not cry anymore about my daughter. Hearing Damien say he liked her struck me hard. He had never seemed to be that interested in her. During our time in the mountains he had either been fearful or indifferent. Despite my resolve I felt the tears slipping down my face.

“Ah, no more tears,” he said pulling me onto his lap. “We will not speak of her if it makes you sad. You lose the food we give you when you are upset.”

Strong arms held me tightly to his chest as I trembled.

“I miss her,” I cried into his neck. “I worry about her and want desperately to see her. Everyday, I have her on my mind. If I could just know she was all right…” I trailed off.

It was a pipe dream. There was no more way for me to know Hannah was all right than for my mother to know I was all right. The distance may as well be the same. I was not going to get closer to either one of them.

“We have a coupling,” Damien said firmly. “It is very soon. I will talk to Nu-reeh and ask her to let you see Hannah.”

I dried my tears and snorted. “Hannah’s who knows where, Damien. She could be anywhere on the whole planet.”

“Do you doubt me?” he said lifting my chin so I looked in his eyes.

I saw the spark of challenge and had to laugh. Damien was so sure of himself, all the time. It didn’t matter what the situation was.

“No, Master Damien,” I said using the formal title to irritate him, “you are a powerful man and I do not doubt you.”

Damien grinned back at me and hugged my body close to his. That seemed to settle the argument for the time being.

We sat in the bathhouse that night and I washed Damien as usual. Christof sat on the bench beside Damien discussing strategy. There had been a fight with bandits on the road today and Christof thought there was a better tactic than what they were using.

“That’s how the men in the red mountains group,” Damien argued as I finished scrubbing him. “We don’t do it that way.”

Christof continued with his point. It was a valid way to arrange themselves and it might be better. They should try it.

I had to stifle a laugh. It sounded to me like Christof was just curious. He just wanted to try something different.

“Something amuse you?” he asked pulling me onto his lap.

“Just you being you,” I told him soaping his front.

Christof released me and I continued to wash him. Damien was already clean.

“You don’t have to do that,” Christof said as I circled the bench to wash his back.

“I want to, Christof,” I leaned down and whispered in his ear. “You’ve washed my back plenty of times. It’s only fair.”

He relented, probably because he wanted to keep arguing with Damien. I soaped and massaged him as they sat there. My mind wandered as I worked and I realized how infrequently I did this for Christof.

Damien liked me to bathe him, because he liked the massage that accompanied the bath. Evan liked me to touch his hair, so I always washed it for him. When Bane and Kein weren’t off making mischief around the pool, I washed them. Christof never had me clean him.

I scrubbed his left arm and moved to his right still thinking about it. The reason probably stemmed from his dislike of slavery. He probably thought this was a service I provided them because I was acting like a slave. One day I’d have to tell him how human lovers liked to wash each other. That may make him feel better about it.

His mark was on his right arm, just like everyone else’s. I traced it with my fingers and smiled at the familiarity. This insignia I could draw with my eyes closed.

Their mark was all over the cuffs and collar I wore. When I knitted or sewed it always had a place in the fabric. It marked my kneeling place and hung proudly above their door. This symbol meant home and safety to me.