A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

It wasn’t even scratched, causing my family to surround the outfit and really look at it.

“Made from the leather of some animal the women catch and skin. They have to provide us with special tools to cut and sew it. Your slave would be undamaged even if you put it in the middle of a battle,” Fredrick said proudly.

The hood on the outfit had a shield for my face. The men could attached a fine, strong mesh to the front. No one could see in, but I could see out just fine. If the men wished me entirely covered they should just pull up the hood and attach the mesh to the front.

“Some men,” Fredrick said conspiratorially, “require such material for their pants and coats. The Administrators instruct the shopkeepers when they are making clothing. Those of us that work with fabric talk. We know of a few men that require such specialized clothing.”

Fredrick looked at Damien and stepped slightly closer.

“Can you tell me why certain men require such tough clothing?” Fredrick whispered.

Damien was confused and didn’t really understand the question. I could see it from the look on his face. Inspiration hit me and I touched my stomach as I gasped.

Men with human ancestry may not have the same tough skin as a full blooded Paterian male. My fragile skin was what Nu-reeh wanted protected, just as she would protect my son.

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Christof Looked at me when I made the sound and he saw where my hands lay. Our eyes met and I knew he understood now.

“Certain creatures,” he said slowly, “have softer skin than us. I imagine that the offspring of those creatures would have to be protected.”

Fredrick smiled at Christof and Looked him up and down.

“At first,” he said, “your clothing was made that way. After a while the Administrators sent down word you could wear what your Brothers wear.”

Fredrick wanted to know what we knew, namely that Christof had human ancestry. Obviously no one had been sure how tough his skin would be when he was small. I was personally uncomfortable sharing such information with him. Evidently Damien was also. The family had to be protected at all times.

“We aren’t sure, Fredrick,” he said politely opening the main door. “We must be on our way. Nu-reeh expects us to reach the cabin around night fall.”

Evan and Bane assisted Damien and Fredrick’s family was guided out quickly. Christof’s ancestry was family business and not for public knowledge. I personally was relieved that Damien had shooed Fredrick out. Certain things just shouldn’t be spread around, I understood that now.

After dressing me in a warm blue outfit, the new coat, gloves, and boots were put on me. The material was very Light, but I felt no wind at all as the transport started. The outfit would be very protective and not uncomfortable.

I looked around as we flew and four other transports went with us. Through my mask I examined the other families. They were all armed and tough looking.

“You notice your guard?” Bane asked looking down at me.

I nodded and looked up at him.

“They will fly with us all the way to the cabin we stay in tonight,” he said. “We are to share shifts with them and protect the cabin. The Administrators ordered that a family stand watch at all times. The other men are to leave in the morning, we assume before Nu-reeh arrives.”

That was the oddest thing I’d ever heard. We’d stayed several times in cabins by the mountains. Never once had we had a guard when we went or even while we slept.

My hand strayed to my belly. I’d never been pregnant with a son before, either. I wondered if all this was protection for my son. It seemed like the only answer, but I was sure that couldn’t be it.