A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Master Damien brought the cup to my lips slowly. He tilted it and the liquid ran into my mouth. It tasted medicinal, almost like when you get a Tylenol stuck in the back of your throat. Thankfully there was very little in amount, so I downed what he gave me quickly.

“Do not attempt to refuse us again, Ciara,” Master Damien warned. “You will take this everyday.”

“Yes, Master Damien,” I said quietly.

The meal continued with Master Damien and Master Evan feeding themselves and then feeding me.

There was a wide variety on the tray the man had brought. I knew nothing about the quality of food here, but it seemed to be much better than I was used to eating. It was quite good.

The meal seemed to divided into courses. We had started with what tasted like meat. Next they fed me what I thought of as fruit. The juicy brown junks were sweet and sour all at once. I liked it a lot.

tasted like breads dipped in gravy. That was not my favorite. It was soggy and had a weird texture. The men seemed to pay attention to my

over it for flavor. Sometimes I just ate a bowl of

was soon very full. I tried to refuse a bite from Master Evan

saleswoman showed us a way to force

opened my mouth and took in another bite. I thought to myself that it would serve them right if I threw up because I ate too much. I nearly did retch when a thought crossed my mind. Master Evan would probably want to taste it. I held my food down and had to

happen when I got a cold. That usually made my nose run

and my companions were all staring at me. I was still chewing my Last bite and smiling

Lifted my chin and looked into my eyes as I gulped down my food. I was

thinking about?” he

G E L A ‘s

I wasn’t listening. Did I

held my chin and seemed to consider for a moment before he spoke again, “We gave you our Language because we wished to hear you speak. Always answer me