A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

The wall in front of me lit up and it was me, for all practical purposes with no hair. I screamed into the air mask and struggled in my bonds. For some reason it seemed like shaving me bare would be the worst thing they could possibly do. Obviously I knew that was just the beginning.

The dark haired man turned around and watched me struggling. His face was rough with stubble and his short black hair framed his face. He raised a dark eyebrow and said something. Long hair jumped up on my platform behind me. I felt him grab my long brown hair and wrap it around his fist. He twisted my head to and fro talking to his friends.

He jumped down and leaned casually on my platform smirking up at me.

The tentacle lady hit a switch and the me on the wall was now just Like I was, hair and all. A sigh of relief escaped my mouth. Suddenly, I realized it had come out. The air mask on my face was gone.

The men spoke to the lady in a Language I couldn’t understand. Dark hair continued to watch me intermittently. I wasn’t really upset when the me on the wall had her leg, groin, stomach, and underarm hair removed.

A lanky quiet man pointed to his breast plate and addressed the group.

all wore the same design on their chest. The lady stuck her tentacle

Across the platform from him a man with brown hair and a short beard stroked the other foot as they talked. They were touching me without permission and it infuriated me. The logical little voice in the back of my mind reasoned I should get used

in to the room from the side door. They looked Like they were made of jelly. Again, the

I was on Lowered to the ground and I was now surrounded by my captors at their level. The men were enormous, the shortest was probably

platform now and

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panicked screaming filled the room. Quite

slave,” I heard in my mind. “You are now the property of the proud Warriors that stand around us. They wish your hair removed in certain places and it is being done. They

I was Laying flat at the level of the Lady’s tentacle. It felt like

a silver pen Light and pressed it to my arm.

was that?” the

for the slave’s health,” the