A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

It struck me as I Lay there what all the men and I were. ALL of us were slaves, we all fell under Nu- reeh’s rule. If we did not obey any of us could be destroyed at her whim. My old tutors had been evidence enough of that.

Hannah had obviously already figured that out. It was probably what she meant about coming back for me. I wasn’t sure what she planned to do.

I fell asleep finally, dreaming of Hannah.

Nu-reeh was at our door the next morning. After the morning meal I was to pack what the men would take back to the compound. The men would go to the sorting room after they pointed out what they wanted me to pack. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

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Damien was angry. He hated to see me used to work for them. The Brothers could get the job done, but Nu-reeh’s word was Law.

A pile of large sacks were waiting outside our quarters when we returned from the dining hall. The men pulled them inside and pointed out what was theirs. It was easy, if it was blue it went. Their clothing went. The stones absolutely went.

By the noon time meal I had the closet packed and I went to eat with my family. At mid-afternoon different men came and took everything. I waited in the empty apartment, but my owners did not come at dinner. Nu-reeh came and demanded I follow her.

I jogged to keep up with her; she just yelled at me to hurry up. We were at the women’s wall when she picked me up and flew to the entrance of her living quarters. Once we were inside she handed me a plate.

“Eat this,” she said.

It didn’t look appetizing and the plate appeared dirty, but I didn’t complain.

“You sew,” she said simply, “make these into a cover you can wear.” She pointed to a collection of dirty rags and filthy furs in a pile on the floor.

“Yes, Mistress,” I said quickly.

“I save enough to sew as covers for your feet,” she said.

“As you wish Mistress,” I answered.

Nu-reeh gave me a thin piece of sharpened bone and many Long strands of plant like material. They would act as needle and thread.

“You sleep there,” she said pointing to a spot on the floor near the fire. “You will stay warm there at night. If you move from that spot I may accidentally attack you. There is a pot there,” she pointed, “that you may use to relieve yourself.”

She left me with that information.

I stared between the plate in front of me and the dirty rags on the floor. It had finally happened. I was living as a slave lived.

The food was dull, but it made me full very quickly. I finished my dinner and started to pick through the pile on the floor. Most of it was small animal skins, virtually none of it was fabric. I thought once it was sewn together I’d probably look like a cave woman.

Sewing was a good distraction. Otherwise I’d focus on my current situation or the fact that I didn’t know where Damien and his Brothers were. Even worse I’d think about Hannah and worry about her. I

focused on piecing the scraps together to make a dress.

Eventually, I got tired. I used the skins as a pillow and lay down in front of the fire. It was like sleeping in the village had been. I woke uncomfortable and barely rested.

Nu-reeh looked at my progress on the dress and snorted. I ate the strange gooey food again, along with the contraceptive drink. Once I was done, she grabbed me and took me outside.