A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

The men were productive in the small, free societies. They worked and helped the women with every task. The goal was to eventually have all of them be mostly self sufficient. That would be the sign of true equality.

“We talk to them,” Ra said. “They are friendly with us and invite us to dine with them. They touch us without fear.”

My hackles raised at her last statement. “How exactly,” I hissed, “do they touch you girls?”

Hannah was not old enough for that. I was sure Ra wasn’t either. Both girls laughed at my concern.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“We cannot mate, Mama,” Hannah soothed, “we are not old enough and have no interest. Ra means they touch our arms or brush along side us in tight places. Don’t worry so much. I have much to do before I settle down to have my own children.”

Ra cast a worried glance at Hannah and my daughter sighed. “If it is even possible for me,” she amended.

“Women no longer conceive easily,” Ra explained. “Breeding numbers are down and have been for so long, women fear for the survival of this species.”

The little girl in my belly rolled then and stretched. Hannah and Ra both reached out a hand to feel her movements. She seemed to press into her sister’s touch before she settled again.

“The way you breed,” Ra stated, “is unheard of. They have tried it with several other Earth females.”

Hannah growled and shook her head. Even Ra looked sad after her statement.

“Boys are easy,” Ra said softly, “but girls…”

Hannah looked troubled and touched my face. “The girls break the families apart. The men cannot deal with the differing opinions. The Earth females cannot deal with the influx of stimulus. They are driven to madness and the pregnancies are lost with the deaths of the human slaves. The men, they barely survive.”

A cool wind whipped through the deserted section of cave we sat in and I shivered.

Christof was in my head scolding me for not bringing something warmer to wrap in. He was leaving the sorting room and bringing me something right now. I had known where Hannah and Ra would hide with me to talk. They always took me on long deserted walks. Getting sick would get all of us in trouble, so he was coming to take care of me.

Hannah was snapping her fingers in my face when I realized where I was. It was hard not to be distracted by the voices in my head. My daughter found my inability to concentrate quite annoying.

“You just stare off in space all the sudden,” she huffed. “It’s like having a conversation with a schizophrenic!”

I ignored her outburst and advised the girls Christof was already on his way, so they would not be surprised by him.

“It is what you had with Christof,” Hannah said getting back to the conversation, “that saved all of us. He allowed his Brothers’ thinking to bend without breaking.”

“We will save him one day, Mama,” Ra promised me. “We will save all of them.”

I believed them, I had to. They were the physical manifestation of the hope I had clung to since I’d been brought here. Hannah and her Sister were tireless fighters for freedom. I knew what they did when they left and I saw the exhaustion it caused them. Neither seemed to care, they only wanted what was right.

Apparently everyone was going to continue jumping on the freedom bandwagon.

“What is a whale?” Evan asked one evening at dinner.

“No, no Brother,” Kein amended, “a bloated whale?”

I coughed and had to take a drink to avoid choking. I remembered the carcasses of whales I had seen washed up on television. Their huge rotund bellies reminded me of my own.

Now many moons into this pregnancy my stomach had grown to enormous proportions. I realized how early I must have been with Hannah. The initial nausea and vomiting had probably stunted my growth, and hers, also. I was markedly larger this time.

I wasn’t entirely sure where the men picked up the phrase, though.

“You thought of it today as you swam,” Damien informed me. “We kept hearing the Earth words, but we did not wish to interrupt your exercise.”

I laughed and stroked my stomach. It was a fitting analogy, I thought for a moment. I was big, fat, and swollen: a literal whale. Thank goodness for no mirrors. I’d hate to see how hideous I looked right now.

The mens’ violent disagreement quickly dissuaded me of that idea.

“She is part of us,” Christof said stroking a hand down my side and looking at his Brothers. “You are part of us also,” he directed to me. “You are not ugly to us. This is more family, we are lucky men.”

The little girl inside me pressed against the place Christof had been touching. Noticing it, he stroked her with loving fingers for several moments. His thoughts continued on the same lines as he touched me. Inside of me was something amazing.

Damien and the rest murmured agreement. My stomach and its contents were something we all were glad for. Hannah was wonderful and more family was welcome.

“I would like to see my feet, though,” I said sipping the frothy drink and wiggling my toes.

When I looked down as we walked now I saw belly and very little else. It made walking to and from the eating area slightly precarious for me. Long ago I’d taken to holding someone’s arm or hand to help steady me.

“It is foolish to walk the way you do,” Evan said grabbing a second helping of meat and passing the platter to Kein. “You should look up.”

Damien and Bane agreed. I really should look up when I walked. My eyes should observe anything I wished them to. No one should walk around looking at the floor.

“No,” I answered them calmly, “I am only safe-”

Damien cut me off. “You will be safe if you walk with your head up. No man in this mountain would survive our wrath. Do you doubt us?” he asked incredulously.

I was stuck as I stared at him across the table. Obviously I couldn’t doubt him. No one in the family doubted Damien’s strength or ability. If the man said he could defend me, he could.

It wasn’t an option anymore. As we left the dining hall my eyes were up. I tried to stare at the far wall to avoid eye contact, but Bane wouldn’t have that. We met the eyes of men as we passed them and acknowledged them. Everyone in the family did that, I would, too.

Two families started to fight Damien over his slave’s behavior, but were rapidly subdued. The other men looked at us with a mixture of open curiosity or animosity. I couldn’t count which opinion seemed to be winning and no one else cared.

“Let them think what they want,” Bane shrugged, “makes no difference.”