A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Damien asked Kein for a plate of meat and just continued his breakfast.

“But you let HER feed HERSELF the entire meal,” the other man groused. “You made us stop our day to feed this creature with our own hands. You said it had to be done that way.”

“It appears not,” Damien said dismissively.

“You wasted our time,” Rue persisted.

This was really starting to get under our skin. None of us could figure out why we weren’t upset with these idiots anymore. They had kept Ciara in the box for days, they had forced her to work for them, and they had stopped giving her the health drink. When she became pregnant, knowing it could be illness, they had tried to hide that from us and not called the Healers. Rue and his Brothers had done horrible things and had not finished paying for it. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Damien stood up; he was pissed. I slipped off Bane’s lap as he rose to his full height. My family was preparing for battle. The entire eating area went silent watching what would be a tremendous fight.

Clattering talons came into the hall and I looked up at Nu-reeh. She had already punished these men. We had all seen it, beating them again would be a waste of time. Now was the time for eating.

Rue and his Brothers moved away and Nu-reeh came to stand in front of us.

“Sit,” she ordered and we all did. “Did you enjoy the drink today?” she asked pleasantly.

“Yes, Mistress,” we answered.

Nu-reeh turned and Left without another word.

“Women,” Bane said quietly refilling the cup and we all agreed.

A niggling and fleeting thought made me wonder what had us so worked up a moment ago. I shrugged and took Bane’s cup. Must not have been important to be forgotten so easily.

I had a free morning while my men worked in the sorting room. After I cleaned our apartment, I finished another blanket for the child. I talked to my unborn and sang to her all morning. Later, as I often did nowadays, I took a Late morning nap.

My naps were restful, but they were full of dreams. My connection with my family was strongest then. It was like I spent that time in the sorting room learning more about the ore and whatever else was on their minds.

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Anything they thought about while I slept, I absorbed. If something was interesting to me I felt them concentrate on it. The experience made for strange, vivid dreams. I often woke confused, because I’d thought I’d been wherever I was dreaming about.

As usual, Evan’s Lips on my temple woke me. I had been deeply asleep.

“It is very strange,” he informed me, “we find that when you are tired, we are also. Once you have fallen to sleep, we no longer feel tired. Your sleeping clears our bond of that influence.”

I stared up at him as confused as he was. It was clear to my men the way we bonded wasn’t normal. They were an amalgamation of one mind. Despite our obvious connection, I was still separate. It was very strange, but it wasn’t like any of us understood.

“We are hungry,” he told me as my own stomach rumbled. After lunch Nu-reeh had me sit with she and her Sisters while Damien and his Brothers worked off her debt to another family of women.

“They are fierce,” Dinah purred watching my men battle and get fucked by the women.

“They are happy,” Nu-reeh said and laid a clawed hand on my back.

“Your owners are valuable when they are like this, slave,” Nu-reeh told me.

“Men that are unhappy wither and die.”