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.

they planning to eat me? Perhaps telling me I was a sex slave was just a ruse, so they would have an easier time. In fear, I started to shake and

asked holding my trembling limb as I tried vainly to

it ill?” Master Kein

my head. He Looked deeply into my eyes for several long moments. I

we will care for you now. Relax and allow us to prepare you for

what he meant by preparation, though. Once again, I forced myself

If I wanted to survive this experience with my lower half intact, I would need to control myself. I concentrated on the ceiling and tried to

torso now. I felt warm lips on my stomach and a tongue running over my flesh. He tasted my belly button

L A ‘s L I B R A

said. “We cannot

breast. He Lapped at the underside of the large round orb before coming to the tip. The sensitive tissue crinkled under his

with his fingers. When he quickly achieved the desired result