A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Damien and his Brothers apologized for lying to me during Lunch. It had never been their intention to cause me pain; they only wanted to protect me.

“The sadness the breeding caused you was too strong and we feared you would break again,” Christof said solemnly.

“We wanted to protect you.”

I shook my head and picked at my plate absently.

“The truth is important between us,” I told him. “You can’t tell me I’m free and still make all my decisions for me.”

They didn’t understand and I knew the root of their confusion. In their hearts they didn’t believe I was strong enough to be free the way they were. My family still had my position caught somewhere between slave and free, but not entirely either.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

After Lunch they left me to go talk to Tyle and his Brothers. When they got back they told me the young men were upset their mentors had to leave for a time, but Damien had promised to return. He asked the young men to continue to do extra work and gain strength. We would return and expected them to be ready when we did.

We’d trusted Tyle’s family with a lot of knowledge about the outside world. Nothing we ever said to them leaked out. They were Loyal and discrete. Damien told me that’s what made him decide to trust them with our greatest secret.

In hushed tones outside the view of the cameras in the Children’s area Damien had told them some women could be trusted. The boys had been right and the world was not what it seemed. He’d told

them if a young woman named “Hannah” or “Kennedy” wanted them to go somewhere, they should go. There was a life beyond these walls and it was better than what we had here. The boys had solemnly swore to keep the secret and heed the advice if they ever had need of it. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

There were boots the men preferred and other things they Liked to have. Those things were packed up to take with us to the mountains. We decided to risk taking Kennedy’s pad with us

“No one can see this,” Christof told me seriously. “We will hide it in the sleeping area of our lodgings. Your friends cannot be told about this.”

Damien made me swear I understood that the pad could be dangerous. He knew it could burn and made me swear to throw it in the fire if anyone got too close. No one could find this secret.

“I understand now,” I told them. “Some things must be kept in the family. I would not endanger you all or my daughters.”

It was the truth. I’d learned a Lot about how to keep a secret. There were just things I could not go blabbing about. The family came before everything else. This secret protected Hannah, Kennedy, and all of us; there was no way I would not keep it.

The men were satisfied and continued to pack while I sat and watched. I was upset about this unexpected pregnancy, but I knew my family had done this out of love. It was a misguided attempt to protect me from the pain of a forced conception. I mourned the larger problem and wrestled internally with how to handle it. They still did not see me as an equal.

Still, for all their faults, Damien and his Brothers cared deeply for me. I cared for them, too. I wished that one day we could love one another equally. It seemed that time was a long while off.

We played a card game in the evening and went to bed early. The next morning as we ate our morning meal there was a knocking at the door.

I was surprised by a guest this early. Fredrick and his Brothers greeted Damien and strode in. It was evident the men did not know why Fredrick was here either. Damien and his Brothers were polite, but indicated they had ordered nothing recently.

“It was a rush job, but Mistress Nu-reeh wanted this done,” Fredrick said pulling one of those brown covers from his bag, a Large bulky one. Gloves of the same material were handed to Christof as two long boots were pulled out.

It looked like a brown leather coat that would go to my feet, but Fredrick Looked expectantly at Damien. Evidently it was something more.

“Try to cut it,” he said proudly. Christof handed over a small knife and Damien slid it along the coat sleeve.

“Harder, man!” Fredrick said taking the knife and stabbing repeatedly at the coat.