A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

As we flew, my men remembered killing those creatures several times. Scars were a real nuisance. The Warriors did the “pest control” whenever they suspected these things had gotten anywhere near the Warrior compound or shopkeepers’ village.

We stopped in a smaller set of hills and Nu-reeh hunted with me on her shoulders. She showed me how to kill and eat the flesh of the small animal she’d caught. It was tough, but not inedible and we ate it raw. Certain organs had to be avoided, they contained poison. I was made to point them out on the next one she killed.

After lunch she spent hours in the windy hills with me. I soon knew the names of all the creatures that lived here. She told me which ones I could eat and which ones would eat me. Should I need to find shelter, I also knew where to look. It was a lesson in survival.

Through the bond I knew my men were confused. Some of the animals she showed me would make a human violently ill if they ate it and I’d never be able to overpower others. The places she talked about resting were all at the top of steep slopes that even they would be hard pressed to reach. None of this made any sense.

The prevailing opinion was not to question her, though. Nu-reeh was showing me this for some purpose, so just go with it. The big woman hated to answer questions.

My men left the sorting room at lunch and were assigned to mate with a group of females. Dinah threatened them and warned them to preform well today for this group. In true male form they rose to the occasion without difficulty, a good fight would be fun.

I rode back with Nu-reeh toward the end of the afternoon. We flew into the caves and she took us to where my men were mating.

The prescribed matings took place in what was essentially an amphitheater. The participants took each other on in the center and any interested parties could look on. Nu-reeh and her sisters were watching.

“Do you see,” Nu-reeh pointed out to me, “how that woman did not inject venom in the man when she bit him.”

I saw the woman sink her teeth into Master Evan and he grunted. I felt the tearing pain in my own arm and winced.

“Yes, Mistress, the venom is toxic to the men,” I said quietly.

“Even a drop is deadly to them, slave. They do not do well without the whole family. I know you have met Ronal. He and his Brothers are special to live like that. Most men that lose a Brother would pass on. It is a waste to use venom on them during mating. Men must be protected.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said watching Master Damien pushed to the ground by a large woman. “I heard from my owners about the woman who killed a man with venom.”

Dinah hissed and Nu-reeh growled.

“She is no more,” Nu-reeh told me. “A woman without control is not tolerated. We dealt her justice swiftly.”

I was shocked as I watched my men and the women before me. Damien and his Brothers hadn’t told me killing one of them was a death sentence. From the feelings I got from them, they hadn’t known.

The woman over Master Damien held him down and forced herself over his cock. He luxuriated in the feeling, but still fought. He’d make the woman earn his seed. Master Damien struggled to rise and she backhanding him. I saw and felt the large man falter from the blow.

“Another hit like that and she’ll knock him out,” Nu-reeh told me. “If she wishes to hit him in that manner again, I will stop her. He is valuable to me and not to be harmed permanently.”

Feeling grateful to Nu-reeh for her protection I politely agreed with her. When the woman went to strike Master Damien again, Nu-reeh swooped down.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

I stood with Dinah and the other sister as Nu-reeh disciplined the woman still riding Master Damien.

“It is more difficult at the mating with the free Warriors to stop abuse,” Tosu said. “The men become confused when we fight amongst ourselves. The women feel freer here to push the limits. Damien and his Brothers make it easier by fighting back in earnest.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I answered politely as Nu-reeh returned.

“Damien and his Brothers are popular for their fight and their strengths,” Tosu informed me. “They are a valuable asset to Nu-reeh. She will do almost anything to keep them well.”

The violent mating continued and I was made to watch the entire thing. They were only interested in Master Kein, Master Damien, and Master Evan though. They seemed to beat Master Bane and Master Christof just for fun. The three women in the ring absolutely dominated the men.

“Those three women are sisters?” I asked quietly. “The women live in groups of three?”

Nu-reeh cursed and I dropped my head. She hated questions and I had just asked one.

“You do not know anything of being a women, do you slave?” she asked.

“No, Mistress,” I answered honestly.

Nu-reeh cursed for several moments. Most of it seemed to be about my ignorance.

“Do you read?” she asked.

“On Earth I knew how to read and write, Mistress-” I started to say and she cut me off.

“I don’t care about Earth!” she roared.

My men had stopped fighting and were all watching us carefully. She sighed and told me to relax. Nu-reeh said she would not hurt me and she wanted the men to continue to preform below us.

“You will learn to read and write,” she told me brusquely, “and you will do it quickly.”

We stood and watched my men finish the mating in the ring. Nu-reeh explained women lived in groups of two or three. Sisters were found when one was young and were depended on wholeheartedly.

“The sisters will grow together and learn together. They will form a bond, but not like the one you have with my men. That is not done anymore. Eventually, if they prove themselves they will be taken under the care of an elder female group. The elder females will train them. I share my mines and my men with my young females, for instance,” Nu-reeh said

Dinah continued the story as Nu-reeh had to sweep down and stop a woman from choking Master Kein.

“The elder female is often a relative of the younger ones. It is not necessary that she be, though. The young ones will grow into the roles of the elder females, take over their responsibilities as the women age. The stronger the young ones the more interest the elder females will show in them.”

“Thank you for the information, Mistress,” I said politely.

My mind was worn down. I was being presented with so much to learn, much of it seemingly both random and important. It was killing me not to be able to ask questions, but my men’s opinion on that was paramount: never question the females, ever.

The mating finally ended and the three women from the ring flew up to Nu-reeh. My inclination was to drop my head, but my new instincts told me to watch the women carefully.

“This is the female?” one of them asked Nu-reeh crouching in front of me to look in my eyes.

“Yes,” Nu-reeh answered.

“Whose child do you carry, slave?” the woman asked me.

I had no idea whose it was and that stammered out of my mouth.

The woman cursed about the ineptitude of humans for several moments before she stalked away. Evidently, I had offended her.

“I apologize, Mistress,” I said to Nu-reeh, “for upsetting that woman.”

“You are weak,” Dinah informed me, “to see one as great as us develop from such insignificance is insulting. Your child must take strongly after her male breeder.”

My eyes shot wide open and I stared between the women. My hand went to my stomach and my little girl turned. She, my child was a she.

Nu-reeh and Dinah were discussing which male breeder it probably was. Christof usually made girls, but it seemed this off spring would be powerful. It must be Damien or Bane, they said. Evan’s line had been known to create fearsome girls, but it was so rare. They were undecided.