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.

bruises showed where Master Evan’s hands had been. Whatever the cream

still Looked cracked and dry. I assumed it was because my hands had

me over completely and was satisfied he

they had here amazed me. The soft Linen Looking towel he used seemed to suck the water off of me. When he used it on my hair it ended up almost dry. I couldn’t imagine what something

Angela’s Library

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

my mind, I knew I would eventually melt down or lose my cool.

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

teeth feel clean, like I had

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

instructed to follow Master Bane as he

do this, I was not a creature to be bought and sold.