A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“She’s doing really well, I think,” I said while we ate. “Damien should be happy to know his daughter is faring so well.”

The identical blank look I got from the two of them was comical.

“On my planet,” I explained, “a male breeder would worry about his offspring.”

Bane took another portion of meat and seemed to be differing the conversation to Christof.

“You didn’t know your male-breeder,” Christof said thoughtfully. “You only knew men from your female breeder’s Line.”

That flustered me. Of course Christof would have pulled from my memories something that seemingly insubstantial.

“good male breeder,” “would worry about his offspring.”

I said trying to get back to the argument,

Christof offered me a piece of meat and grinned.

“Why would he worry about Hannah? She is a woman and she learned from him. He is the best. If she learned well, she will also be the best.”

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I opened my mouth to argue and realized he was right, in a way. Damien was supremely confident because he was the best. Obviously any offspring of his, especially one that learned from him, would be fine. It would seem illogical to him to worry about Hannah.

That train of thought did make me feel a Little less worried about my daughter. She was female, which obviously denoted power. She was Damien’s daughter, which again denoted power. That made me feel better, too. I grinned at Christof and thanked him.

Bane looked at me quizzically as he stretched, “You are a strange creature, little Sister,” he said.

They told me that the shopkeeper was supposed to be returned after they “found” me. Bane didn’t think this would go on much Longer.

“Unless the damned shopkeeper got himself lost wandering in the mountains,” he groused complaining about the shopkeeper’s ability.

“We will have our time with Ciara,” Christof interrupted patting Bane’s back. “This will end soon.”

My men left me, but voices returned fairly quickly. I heard the shouting and hollering as someone celebrated outside. It was voices I recognized from last evening. They burst in the door and I huddled on the floor in my blanket expecting the second family.

No one talked once they came inside. The boots walked slowly around me until I was surrounded. Pulling the blanket around my shoulders, I fought to breath slow and steady.

“Leave it,” I heard a bored voice say. “Get our things and we can go celebrate.”

Damien and his Brothers were right, I mused as the men collected their things and left. The men from the compound respected the rules about slaves. I was in far less danger around them than I had been in the mountains. Still, I didn’t breath easier until I heard Damien and his Brothers come in.

“The others were here already,” Kein said as soon as they walked in. Christof unbundled me and checked for any damage before I could speak.

“Did they touch you or speak to you?” Bane asked with a hand on the hilt of his sword.