A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

He was right I felt dirty and sticky. I would have wanted to bathe. It wasn’t clear to me how he knew that.

After Master Bane finished washing my body, he washed my hair. I’d never had such a thorough cleaning of my scalp. My face was pushed into his chest as he massaged the soap everywhere. After a complete rinse job he ran a Light oil from roots to tips.

All in all, it was a far cry from the quick showers I’d taken at the motel.

Once he was done bathing me my captor got a jar off one of the shelves in the room. I was bent over as he rubbed it’s contents over my labia, into my vagina, and into my ass. It tingled a little at first, but it seemed to dull the soreness substantially.

Master Bane noticed several places where someone’s hands must have dug too excitedly into my hips. He carefully treated those with the cream.

Making a sound of disgust he rubbed the cream all over my sore arm.

been. Whatever the

they still Looked cracked and dry. I assumed it was because my hands had been Like this for months. Master Bane seemed irritated that they didn’t heal quickly like the

over completely and was satisfied he

suck the water off of me. When he used it on my

Angela’s Library

robotic, but Master Bane didn’t seem to notice. I did what he said and that’s all that seemed to matter to

lose my cool. I just hoped it could be out of the line of sight of these

Bane did not. He instructed me to open my mouth and rubbed something all over my teeth. It burned a little. After a while, he had me spit it out and rinsed

clean, like I had just been

hair out of the way, Master Bane brusquely rubbed my flesh with a purple goo. The purple faded as the cream sunk in. It didn’t Leave my skin oily, but it gave me a silky glow. In

follow Master Bane as

this, I was not a creature to be bought and sold. I took a second too long and