A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

Christof sighed and I looked at him. I abhorred the look of pity I was getting so used to seeing on his face. He reached out and grabbed me before I could move away. The brief struggle in his arms was limited by his Brothers pressing against my back.

“Relax,” he soothed stroking my arms, “Evan is not in real pain and this is not about him. You are tired and cranky today. Do the laps in the pool as Nu-reeh requested and then rest.”

I didn’t want to feel calm and sorry for myself, but I did. Christof knew I had not rested well the previous many nights, last night had not been an exception. My human body was just exhausted. After some sleep, I’d feel much better.

The men wouldn’t leave until Rose and I were in the pool. Basin wasn’t interested in leaving at all. He feared his Rose would drown. She had avoided this since she’d been here. With me now here they feared the women would watch us.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

“Hold the side,” I encouraged Rose, “and move yourself to the other end. I’ll swim right next to you. If you slip, I’ll catch you.”

Basin didn’t like that, neither did Damien. Some humans had a tendency to panic in the water. Rose was likely to drown me unintentionally. That would be an unheard of catastrophe for all of us.

Clattering talons got all of our attention as Canta and another woman entered the room.

The woman was harsh and to the point. She wanted to know why Basin and his Brothers weren’t leaving to go to their work.

“Our slave cannot swim, Mistress,” Basin answered. “We fear for it in the pool.”

The large woman came to tower over Rose and I as we sat on a step in the water. She appraised Rose openly before turning her attention back to Basin.

“You have had this slave a long time,” she said in almost a resigned fashion. “Your female breeders found it a good hobby for you and your Brothers. She has kept you out of trouble.”

The men were confused and it showed on their faces. None of them understood how Basin’s female breeder had kept them out of trouble. The woman chuckled at their confusion.

“Have you forgotten your fascination with women and mountains, my boys?” she asked playfully. “How many times did I have to pull you out of a young female’s den before you got this slave? She has saved your hides more times than I can imagine. Teach her to swim. I will expect her in the pool with the other human by the next moon.”

The confusion didn’t leave Basin’s face as the large woman and her companion left the room. They stared at her back and then down at Rose.

“Our Rose… is female?” one of the Brothers asked sounding confused.

Well, Duh, was my internal thought. That made Damien chuckle, before he answered politely.

“A female is a female. That slave is female as is the cool one that Stayne keeps. The women here must only allow us to buy female slaves,” he said.

I watched Basin’s face with trepidation. He looked at Rose and for a moment his lines darkened.

“We have lived,” he said slowly, “with a female in our bed-”

Damien saw where this was going and protected my friend when I could not.

“Not any female, cousin. You have lived with your female all this time. That is a female that trusts you, because you care for her,” he said emphatically. “She is not female like the women here. She is weak and requires you for survival.”

The opinion wasn’t his only his, it was mine. I feared for Rose if they believed her to be female. I watched Basin’s face as the lines relaxed and he calmed.

“Come,” he said motioning her out of the pool, “we will teach you to swim, my Rose. Do not enter the water unless we are with you.”

It relieved me to hear him call her that and speak that way. She scrambled out and nearly tipped back slipping on the stone edge.

“Be careful,” another of them chided as he caught her, “you must not be fearful. We will teach you so you do not act this way. It is very unbecoming.”

“Of course, Masters,” she whispered holding close to the man who held her.

I watched as he slightly flinched at her touch and then relaxed into it. I was immensely worried these men might hurt Rose if they thought she was a woman. Shifting nervously in the water I turned imploring eyes on Damien.

He wouldn’t have it and scolded me internally. Basin and his Brothers were honorable; they would not harm the girl. That would prove nothing. They were obviously stronger than her. I was degrading principled men and Damien would not hear of it.

I relaxed in the water and shook my head at my own foolishness.

“Swim,” Bane said to me as Rose’s men redressed her, “thirty-seven times and then you rest.”

I swam my laps as quickly as I could. It wasn’t nearly as interesting as swimming around the Keeper’s inlet, but I made do. Once I was done I dried and dressed myself, much to Rose’s shock, and went to lay down.

As I lay in the quiet bedroom my mind drifted to what the men were doing. Christof made a point to concentrate on things about the ore. That seemed to satisfy the little life inside of me. She was entertained by his cajoling and I rested comfortably the entire afternoon while they worked.

The men found me still sleeping on their bed when they got done. They were quiet as they disrobed for their shower. Evan was insistent I sleep as long as I could.

Damien permitted me to remove the punishment from Evan’s ass before dinner. I was glad we did. He was obviously not meant to wear something like this. Poor man was bleeding a little. He swore not to make the same mistake that had led to this again.

The pregnancy wore on and settled into a predictable pattern. I read daily and sometimes nightly. My little girl was relentless in her quest for knowledge. Eventually the men found Christof could calm her if it needed to be done. When she had not let me rest for days, that was what had to happen.

We were lucky in a way, as my belly grew her schedule became more regimented. She knew to be curious in the morning and let me rest more at night. It was a good change and one I was thrilled to see.

Hannah visited regularly. Sometimes she gifted me with devotionals, sometimes not. The lack of a pattern stopped Nu-reeh from catching her. What my girl was doing would have infuriated Nu-reeh. If she found out what Hannah was doing, I was sure Nu-reeh would kill her.

My daughter gathered information for one of the lead female families that fought for freedom. Hannah and her Sister were not restricted and moved easily between the mountains. The mature women tracked them, but only somewhat.

I asked not to be given details, so I would not endanger anyone, but Hannah insisted I know what she was helping to do.

The stolen men were somehow removed from the mountains or compounds and delivered to safe places. There they were told the truth and allowed to make their own decisions. No one owned them and they mated at their discretion. A woman could ask, but no was an acceptable answer. Their rights were respected by the women around them.

In this new life the men were permitted to learn anything they wanted. Access to knowledge was no longer prohibited. They could think and study on any topic that was interesting to them. None of them were limited in what they could do.

“Warriors that act like Administrators, Mama,” Hannah whispered to me one day. “Administrators building the weapons that fortify the homes they live in. The men are finding they can have many and varied interests.”