A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I loved my days off. I took the bus and went down to the coast. There was a place there the tourists never went. If you climbed the steep slope down, you had your own private rocky beach.

I’d spend hours diving and exploring the deep bottom. It was quiet under the water and the fish never bothered me. I learned to hold my breath a really long time and explored the underwater caves and crevices as far as I could.

If I ever got enough money together, I considered taking scuba classes and renting the equipment. That kind of cash was long way off for me.

That was life for me and I was finally happy. My little world wasn’t very exciting, but it was mine.

I shopped after work at the mini mart a block away. I came back to the motel late one night and noticed a faint glowing coming from around back. I dropped my groceries in my room and went to investigate.

There was a small wooded lot behind the building. Drunks sometimes started fires back there. The manager didn’t care unless they got out of hand and then we called the police and fire trucks.

me to go investigate. I should have gone and gotten Mr.

stepping over empty beer bottles and discarded syringes. The light was coming from somewhere in the center. I wove between the trees watching the light. It

That’s the Last thing I saw

surroundings were all very clean, sterile almost and completely foreign to me.

I was in was bright white including the Little bench I had been laying on. There were no windows in the room and the Light seemed to be coming from the walls themselves. I put my feet on the floor and it felt Like hard plastic. Reaching out and touching the walls I couldn’t find anything

coming rapidly and I figured this must be hyperventilating. Suddenly it felt like the room was moving, the sensation was slight, but prominent. My arms and legs were stuck, held in place by strong air currents. The air pulled my arms out from my sides and separated my legs. I turned my head and saw

disappeared, that’s the best way I could

L A ‘s L I

they weren’t. I was on

through a sea of faces. They were humanoid, most of them.

My mind just wanted to shut off and be back at the motel fixing Ramen noodles. This could not possibly be

soft look I hated. The same went for my enormous breasts. I longed to