A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I remembered going to one of my cousins’ birth. There were also several shows I had seen on childbirth. The men saw through my memories. Cringing, I realized I would have to go through this without any pain medicine.

“This will not cause you pain see to it.”

” Master Damien said stoically. “We will

“It’s not something you get to choose,” I told him shaking my head. “It always hurts.”

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Damien was getting irritated with my irrational persistence on the matter. Apologizing softly, I relented; perhaps they did have something to use. As soon as I agreed, I felt better.

Master Christof was curious, so Master Evan handed me to him. Long fingers cleaned me intimately as Master Christof explored my folds. He Slipped his longest finger inside of me and pressed. It twinged when he hit my cervix.

“The way is blocked,” he stated simply. “Nothing can come out there.”

I remembered my fake Masters and how angry they got when I couldn’t explain something. The discomfort I felt about not being able to explain made Master Damien angry. Rue and his Brothers had not treated me the way he wanted me cared for.

“The way opens when the baby comes,” I explained as Master Christof withdrew his fingers. All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Master Christof watched my face and smiled. He believed me. When we laid in the bed he had felt the child’s movement, something was definitely inside of me. I kissed his chin and thanked him.

Once we crawled out of the tub, I was dried and fussed over. My knees were scraped from hard floor of the sick room and they were treated. My lower back was sore so it was rubbed with the cream before I was treated with the moisturizer. They cared for me as only my true owners did.

ALL of us were hungry after the bath. We had to go somewhere to get food. No one delivered food like at the compound.

“We are very wise, Brothers,” Master Bane said as they pulled out clothes to wear.

Yes, they were. I couldn’t help but agree. They had thought ahead.

I shook my head to clear it. What in the world was wrong with me? I didn’t know what they were so happy about and I didn’t know what decision they were preening over

“Ciara, stop being obstinate,” Master Damien ordered.

“It is unbecoming and distracts us.”

Master Kein rustled to the back of their wardrobe and pulled out several bags. I took a deep breath and relaxed. In my mind’s eye, I saw what was in the bags.

Everything back there was for me. They had Little pots of creams and cleaners. When they went to the cabin they had to be prepared.

The thing that had them so happy was something Fredrick had designed and made for them. It had long sleeves and would go to my feet. A hood could be lifted over my head. Their symbol was stitched artfully into the front and back of the gown. The high collar would protect my neck from the chill.

They had bought it to bring to the cabin when it got colder there.

During the cooler time the brown outfit would not be enough if I wanted to be outside. The brown outfit was not pleasing anyway, it was the wrong color.

“How can it be warm?” I asked as Master Kein pulled it out.

The outfit appeared to be made of something flowing and blue. It was thicker than what I usually wore, but Fredrick had assured them it would not shield me from their gaze completely. It still appeared to be ornamentation. The way it shimmered it looked like water. I fought against the idea it would be warm.