A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Hannah looked confused. “I have to do the rest of them, Mama. That’s just one. I have tips on all three sections of my wings,” she said uncertainly and Nu-reeh gave me a hard look.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Hannah. I hadn’t realized you didn’t finish. Go on,” I encouraged with false brightness.

“Be cautious about using them so soon after the treatment, young one,” another woman called down.

The other women murmured agreement, they should be left to set and harden.

“I couldn’t wait to try mine,” Dinah said, “almost broke one on the first day.”

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There were no more yelps of pain, but the smell of burning flesh continued to waft from the pit.

“It is traditional,” Tosu said, “that you paint the newly hardened tips. They are always painted after the first hardening. Some women continue to paint them, but most do not.”

“You are going to let that paint one of us?” another woman ranted angrily pointing at me.

“It is disgraceful.”

“This is the female breeder,” Tosu said sounding bored.

“Would you rather we bring the male breeder up here to do it?”

The women grumbled and cursed, but no, they didn’t want the men here. This was a female only thing and they enjoyed the privacy of that.

Dinah handed me a small pot of shiny blue Liquid. Well, at least Damien would be pleased she had the right color on.

“The color is in honor of the male breeder,” Tosu explained, “Nu-reeh made it in Damien’s family color.” “Thank you, Mistress, that was kind,” I said.

This was all so strange and unexpected. It felt like I had come to Christmas dinner in the middle of July and showed up without a gift. I was absolutely unprepared.

Hannah barreled out of the pit intent on showing me what she had done. I looked over the tips and touched them, telling her how good they looked. She was very animated and wanted to tell me all about it.

The entire situation pleased her until she saw the color I planned to put on her newly hardened wing tips.

“No, I don’t Like that color,” she said stubbornly eyeing the pot.

“That’s the way it’s done, Hannah,” I tried to explain. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“Mistress Tosu said you wear your male breeder’s color.”

“No, Mama,” Hannah said crossing her arms, “my wings will not bear his colors.”

I was at a loss and the women around us were silent.

What better way to look like a failure as a mother than with a bunch of women who despise you watching, I thought to myself.

“Hannah, I think this is supposed to be something special. Let me put this on you,” I said reaching for her.