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.

Master Evan’s hands had been. Whatever the cream was made the marks

my hands received the same treatment with the cream. Some of the redness went away, but they still Looked cracked and dry. I assumed it was because my hands had been

he had Looked me over completely and was satisfied he dried

soft Linen Looking towel he used seemed to suck the water off of me. When he used it on my hair

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didn’t seem to notice. I did what

cool. I just

was done, but Master Bane did not. He instructed me to open my mouth and rubbed something all over

feel clean, like

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 any other circumstance I would

Bane as he walked

at me to resist and to refuse. They had no right to do this, I was not a creature to be bought and sold. I took a second too long and Master Bane turned to look