A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

Without thinking I ripped the box from Damien and looked inside. Before I could get farther Damien had taken it back. I started to beg and found my self pulled against a hard male body with a hand over my mouth.

“Silence,” Evan ordered from behind me.

I struggled against him, but found it useless. The hand over my mouth was also covering my nose and making breathing difficult. I stilled in an effort to get Evan to release his hold, which thankfully he did.

The street around us was so quiet. I looked around and the shopkeepers were all staring at us. Their attention made my skin prickle.

Damien thanked the musicians and the shopkeeper and strode toward the compound. After my outburst I was not permitted to walk and Evan carried me. I could see the intense internal conversation that must be happening on his face.

Evan set me down inside the Warrior’s compound and stripped me of my brown coverings. I started to speak and was silenced by Damien’s look. He stepped in front of me and leaned over. I felt his breath on my cheek.

“What is this I hold?” he asked.

“Mail, correspondence from Hannah, it’s the way we would have sent messages on Earth,” I whispered reaching for the box.

Evan grabbed my hands and held them behind me.

“Nothing that happens on this compound or in the village gets past the General,” Damien whispered. “He probably already knows. This has to be brought to him.”

I cried and asked pitifully to look at it just one time, but Damien refused. I glanced up and saw the General was already striding across the courtyard toward us. My family turned to face him. Christof held my head down with a hand on the back of my head.

“What is this, Damien?” he asked when he reached us.

Damien paused for a moment before he spoke.

“General, I do not know,” he said calmly. “It was found on the road and delivered to us. It has our symbol. We have not investigated further.”

My heart broke as I heard Damien hand over the package. I tried to stifle the sobs, the General’s presence in the courtyard was causing other Warriors to gather. It wouldn’t do to be seen this way.

Hannah had tried, I soothed myself. That must mean she was well. It might even mean she was close. No matter if I never saw what she sent, it was a good omen.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

I relaxed and Christof released the grip on my head.

“Tami leaves, Damien?” the General said sounding surprised.

I smiled and stole a glance up. The bundle of thick brown leaves was tied in a tight bundle. It was a generous gift and one the men would appreciate.

“What is this?” the General asked.

I looked up again and saw the flat folded item he held. It looked like a really thick piece of wood folded. It was a letter. There was no way to tell Damien that.

“I do not know, sir,” Damien said. “We are very surprised by this.”

The General inspected the item and realized it unfolded.

The yard was full of Warriors now. Everyone was watching the General intently. I prayed Hannah had enough sense not to put something damning in that letter.

I watched the General’s feet and thought of my daughter. She was well enough to collect tami leaves to send her family and smart enough to have someone deliver it. I imagined she anticipated the men would have too much honor to take something of Damien’s; they would just bring it to him. Smiling I thought about what a bright girl she was. Shame she hadn’t realized the General would take her gift.

The General’s feet turned to face the gathered Warriors and he called out to them.

“Tonight we eat our meat roasted with the tami leaf!”

The men roared and cheered, but the sound died quickly.

The General’s voice boomed out again, “Damien met many men while training,” he said. “This is a letter, a written communication, from one of them, Uncleddy.”

I stifled a laugh. She was using a name from Earth, Uncle Eddy. Not my favorite relative to be sure, but the most remembered. It was a hint for me, like I would not have known it came from her.

The General continued to speak, “Uncleddy wishes Damien’s family well. He thought of them while passing a great tami tree and wished to send their compound a good meal. He has travelled much and states he is doing well. Uncleddy asks Damien’s family to put this letter by the fire in their rooms. It is a way of wishing the gift giver safety and comfort.”

The assembled Warriors murmured. The crowd wanted Damien to take the letter upstairs and put it by the fire straightaway. It would be rude to do anything else with the missive. The instructions had been very clear, even if the custom was odd.

Damien and his Brothers retrieved the box and letter from the General and we walked upstairs. The tami leaves were taken to the compound’s kitchen by a young Warrior.

Once we were in our apartment the men started to curse. I had no idea why at first, so I asked.

“You spoke in the village, Ciara!” Christof exclaimed. “It will get back to the General. A slave that speaks in the village must be punished. It upsets the shopkeepers.”

Damien cursed viciously. “How we discipline her is not their business. They should have no say in this.”

I didn’t care about punishment or discipline. The only thing I wanted was to see Hannah’s letter. It was the only contact I had gotten with her in many moons and it fascinated me. I wanted to see it and touch it!

Evan let me hold the letter and I ran my fingers lovingly over the carefully written message. It was a short message in large letters. It said she was fine and traveling, if I was to assume she was Uncle Eddy.

The letter itself was thick. It was not a simple sheet of paper, but some intricate mass of layered wood. I had to assume this is what the women used for paper. It looked like it had been hand made.

Bane’s entrance broke into my thoughts. He had stayed in the courtyard when we came up and burst in through the door.

“Other Warriors saw Ciara’s outburst in the village,” he said as soon as the door shut.

There was copious cursing for a moment.

Kein spoke forcefully, “I don’t care what they want. We cannot put our Sister up at the posts.”

Their upset finally got my attention and I sat the letter in it’s box near the fire.

“They want her at the posts,” Bane said plaintively. “Many are down there now waiting for us to take her.”

“So take me,” I offered trying to soothe them, but wincing at the proposition, “I can survive.”