A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“Come on,” I told her once she had drained me. “Let’s give you a bath.” In the bathroom I pulled off all of our coverings and let water flow into the tub. We wouldn’t need much, so I only let it cover the bottom of the pit in a few inches of water. I sat Hannah on her bottom in the water and had a startling surprise.

She looked up at me and smiled. My day old daughter was holding her head up, which I knew was not normal for a human baby. When I tentatively released my grip on her, she continued to sit up on her own. Hannah was perfectly stable.

“Water, Mama,” she told me splashing it around.

Well, maybe not perfectly stable, she surprised herself when water hit her face and she tipped back. I caught her and proceeded to wash her tiny body.

Hannah fascinated me. I noted her tiny fingers had dark nails. In the future those would be talons I imagined. Her wings were just two fleshy masses now, but I saw the hint of tips at each sharp curve. She would be fierce, just like she was supposed to be. I praised her in the water.

After her bath I wrapped her up in a warm blanket and tried to put her in the bed.

That was boring, Hannah informed me. She didn’t want to sleep. Instead of sleeping we explored things my men had in the apartment. For some reason, we ended up in the men’s closet pulling out bags and boxes.

Hannah liked the shiny stones my men had collected and kept there. She rubbed them and clicked them together for a few moments. I pulled out anything she might Like to look at. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“Ore!” Hannah said.

She was right. Hidden away were many small pieces of the ore. It had been buried in a corner beneath several boxes.

“Men should no have ore, Mama, they know,” Hannah told me seriously.

I corrected her wording gently as I tried to put the ore back. They’d never shared this stash with me. It wasn’t clear why they had it.

“It’s theirs,” I shrugged, “who knows why they have it.”

“My father,” Hannah used the English word, “once, wanted to run away.” “They really were miserable,“ I said touching the hard shiny metal, “but how do you know that?”

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“When he thought of the ore he always thought of what he had. He tried hard to get more.”

Suddenly, I felt a pang of fear.

“I wonder if they had planned to take me with them?”

“Yes, Mama,” Hannah said pulling the ore back out.

“Sweet men,” I said smiling.

The rest of Hannah’s morning we spent on the floor in the closet. She finally let me put the ore away. As we sat, she played with the stones, cards, and pieces of my ornamentation. I noted her hand eye coordination getting markedly better as did her speech.

I encouraged her to do things repeatedly until she was able. Her learning curve was incredibly rapid. Teaching her was engrossing.

“What are you doing?” Christof asked standing in the doorway of the closet.

Hannah and I were using the flat stones to build with, like Lego blocks. I had not heard them come in.

“Playing,” I said as I looked up and grinned at them.