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.

gravy. That was not my favorite. It

rice and tipping a Little soup over it for flavor. Sometimes I just ate a bowl of cereal and called that a meal. I never had the variety or quantity of food I was

soon very full. I tried to refuse a

to force food

serve them right if I threw up because I ate too much. I nearly

I wondered what would happen when I got a cold. That usually made my nose run like a faucet. Oh,

table had gone strangely quiet and my companions were all staring at me. I was still chewing my Last

looked into my eyes as I gulped down my food. I was terrified I

thinking about?” he asked looking far

N G E L A ‘s L I

I miss something, Master Damien?” I lied to

and seemed to consider for a moment before he spoke again, “We gave you our Language because we wished to hear you