A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

He chuckled and stroked my cheek, “I am Master Damien,” he said then pointed to the lanky man on the other side of the bed. “That is Master Christof.”

The bearded man was between my legs inspecting my calf and Looked up into my eyes, “You may call me Master Bane.”

“I am Master Kein,” the man that had brought the jug said as he traced my hip bone.

Master Christof was the only man that didn’t seem to want to touch me.

He sat on the other side of the bed watching his companions.

The exploration of my body continued as I lay there. The switched places and took their time. Most of the men explored with their hands, but the one named Master Evan started Licking. He tasted me everywhere.

his tongue ran over my arms. Were they planning to eat me? Perhaps telling me I was a sex slave was

my trembling limb

it ill?”

and crawled up by my head. He Looked deeply into my eyes for several long moments.

is afraid again,” he diagnosed correctly. “Do not fear Ciara, we will care for you now. Relax and allow us to prepare you for your purpose,”

sound like they wanted to eat me. I didn’t really understand what he meant by preparation, though.

taught me that tensing up before sex made it worse. If I wanted to survive this experience with my lower half intact, I would need to control myself. I

felt warm lips on my stomach and a tongue running over my flesh. He tasted my belly button thoroughly, he seemed

N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R

correct,” he said. “We cannot use it here. It is not deep

men murmured as lips ran up over my left breast. He Lapped at the underside of the large round orb before coming to the tip. The sensitive

Kein started to work on the other breast with his fingers. When he quickly achieved the desired result he was thrilled. He continued to change his stroke watching the skin