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.

Evan’s hands had been. Whatever the cream was

went away, but 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

over completely and was satisfied he

suck the water off of me. When he used it on my hair it ended up almost dry. I couldn’t imagine what something

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Bane didn’t seem to notice. I did what he said and

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

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

clean, like I had just been to

very Last part of my bath was a silky rub. After pulling my 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

to follow Master Bane as

a moment my mind screamed at me to resist and to refuse. They had no right to do this, I was not a