A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Before I had my balance back the men had me bent over the back of a chair in the room. My big belly was pressed hard into the cushion and I felt a wave of intense nausea.

“As payment then for all of our wasted mornings with this stupid creature,” one of them said.

Still struggling hard, I felt the sweep of cold air on the back of my legs. My warm covering had been Lifted to reveal my backside. I threw my elbow back slamming it into the gut of the man behind me. He grunted and laughed, but then he screamed.

I felt the man behind me suddenly ripped away from my body. White hot anger surged through me and I felt the desire to kill. Hands pushed me toward the wall and my family was throwing the tutors into the hall.

Damien was going to kill them and nothing was going to stop him. The fighting was fast and brutal. My family beat my tutors into the floor for every indiscretion. Once they were satisfied Damien and his Brothers went for the weapons they needed. Remove their heads from their bodies and throw the corpses off the mountain was the decision.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“No, stop!” I screamed running into the hall. The commotion had attracted many men to the main hallway we were in.

They were screaming bets and encouragement watching the fight. This was great entertainment.

The order from Damien was in my head to go back inside and be quiet. It took every ounce of mental determination I still had to fight the command.

“Stop, please!” I begged. “She doesn’t want them dead!”

If Damien killed these men I feared what Nu-reeh would do. I felt the anger Damien had and it was making him irrational. It was making all of them irrational.

“She will learn to live with it,” Damien said raising his arm to deal the killing blow.

“ENOUGH,” was the roar from the entrance to the hallway we were in. Damien’s blade quivered in the air. I saw him falter as his eyes raised to the creature that had bellowed. Nu-reeh strode toward us and the compulsion to drop the weapons was undeniable.

Damien’s blade fell to his side and he dropped the man he had been holding. The tutor’s head made a sickening thud as it hit the stone floor. The other men did the same thing as Nu-reeh came closer. She Looked livid.

The yelling throng dispersed with amazing speed. They literally ran down the hall to escape.

They attacked Ciara, Mistress,” Damien said by way of explanation.

“They wished to use her. They hit her face and her stomach.” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“My Sisters and I will deal with this,” Nu-reeh said stoically and the rage just melted from us.

“You do not need to concern yourselves with punishment. We will do a much better job than you would.”

The women could, we all agreed. They could punish a man until he wished to be dead. This issue would be taken care of.

“Yes, Mistr-“

The polite response was cut off as the spasm radiated across my Lower back. The cramp came out of nowhere. I was seeing double as I leaned over and grabbed the wall. It was Like my insides were being

twisted in a knot. I panted, unable to catch my breath.

Christof’s hands helped me to kneel on the floor and I heard Nu-reeh cursing. She picked up my tutors and Literally flung their limp bodies toward the main entrance.

“You are not ready, slave,” she said harshly. “I am sure it is not time. You are stressed, now stop this.”

I was breathless as the pain released me and looked up into her threatening face.