A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Christof brought the food and set it down beside me, so I could nibble while Hannah nursed. Before he drew his hand away, Hannah kicked his wrist.

“You touched me,” she hissed angrily.

“No,” I said with authority, “you touched him. Nu-reeh will not punish her men for something you did. We both know that.”

In truth, I didn’t really know that, but it was a good gamble.

“Apologize for kicking, Christof,” I said pulling my breast back into my outfit.

Hannah jumped off my lap and made all manner of horrible sounds. Some directed at me, most directed at them. She swung the sharp tips on her wings around in a fighting style I recognized. How well she had learned the lessons her father had subconsciously taught her. I waited until she was calmer.

“You have to learn to control your own temper. That’s very important,” I said.

“You must be a master of your temper and not let it rule you. Now apologize to Christof and come have your meal.”

“I’m…sorry,” she said petulantly, glaring at Christof.

“Come,” I commanded pulling out her dinner and opening my arms.

Hannah cried a little while she nursed. I knew nothing on this planet but me cried, so I assumed that was her human side showing. She was upset for some reason, so I soothed her.

“They will never hurt me,” I promised her. “They love me Like I love you. Please stop hating them. If they had not brought me here, there would be no you. I think you will make this world better. My difficulties were well worth having you, My Girl.”

My men sat and watched us in silence. The look on their faces was one of sheer terror. They had no doubt what Nu-reeh’s reaction to that brief contact would be.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“Are you a good woman?” I asked Hannah.

She nodded and continued to suck. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“Does a good woman tell lies?” I asked her.

She released her food source and sat up to watch my face. “No, Mama.” “Are you going to Lie to Nu- reeh?” I pressed. “Are you going to be the kind of woman who gets what she wants by telling stories?”

“They made you a slave, Mama,” she whined.

“And we both know that before you were born, they made me family,” I answered.

Dark little eyes stared into mine defiantly, but she finally answered.

“No, Mama, I won’t Lie. Nobody touched me.”

“Good girl,” I said kissing her forehead and pulling her close to nurse.