A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“The women told us he does.”

“He is curious,” I said wincing as the transport careened much too close to the wall. “Men with Earth breeders in their line seem

more curious. Christof has Earth breeders and he was always the most curious Brother.”

The men were confused. They didn’t know a “Christof”. “He is Damien’s Brother,” I answered. “He is the fourth Brother in my Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

family.”

Their faces darkened and they looked angry suddenly.

“He should have known better then,” the lead Brother said firmly. “Once he knew he was the offspring of a slave he never should

have continued to participate. He should have made it stop.”

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Our conversation was cut short as one of the men made a sharp sound. Rose and I were ignored as the men drew their weapons and took up posts around the transport.

“Steady, Brothers,” the man in front said and then it was like the transport was swarmed.

Creatures that Looked two foot crocodiles were jumping on the air shield around the transport. One of them managed to get past the air shield and it came at Rose and me, jaws open. Brand sliced it in half.

The thing twitched and writhed in two pieces for several moments before the lead Brother stabbed it in the head. That stopped it.

The men cursed in volumes about the nasty creatures. Thom called them giles. I vaguely remembered reading about giles. The readings I’d done had noted them as pests in the Lowlands where water was plentiful. They could rarely overwhelm a woman, but they could be trouble for men in ‘large enough numbers.

“Ciara,” Rose whispered clinging to me. She looked as scared as I felt.

“Hannah sent good men,” I whispered.

“We will be okay.”

Rose’s eyes were wide and she didn’t look like she particularly believed that statement. We were tearing though a poorly lit cave with our friend tied on a transport behind us. Things were not Looking good for us.

After the attack of the giles the men stayed on alert. I was happy they didn’t want to talk to us. I wasn’t that comfortable with men other than Damien and his Brothers. It would probably take time for me to get over that fear, I mused.

The caves we travelled through eventually opened up a Little and got wider. There were places we passed over massive

underground lakes. I could see the glassy surface below as we roared over it. I remembered Christof had told me about the

underground Lakes. He must not have known about the underground rivers and tunnels.

“Tell me,” Thom asked focusing on Rose, “what is your name? My name is Thom rescued from the Youly compound.”

Rose refused to look up and answer, instead she huddled closer to me. The man’s eyes narrowed as he watched her.

“They trained you, I know. If you looked at other men they put you out to be hurt. If you spoke the punishment was worse. That

part of your life is over. We will treat you well in our camp. You will not have this fear any longer. If you wish to speak, you do so.

Do not fear, silent human,” Thom said with conviction.

Rose didn’t look up, she couldn’t. I knew that countless moons of indoctrination was preventing her from hearing what the man

said. Freedom did not exist the way he said it. Even if Basin had said she was “free”, she’d witnessed too much punishment to

stray from the rules.

I stroked her hair in comfort and felt her shiver against me.

“Her name is Rose,” I told the man softly.