A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I imagined I must look Like a brown Lump from the outside.

“Ciara,” Master Damien said facing me, “outside these walls are others who will not appreciate you. Having a slave is a privilege, most cannot afford it. Speak to no one, including us. You will be punished severely if you speak in the village. Can you do this?”

“Yes, Master Damien,” I said.

We walked out a thick door nestled Low in the wall. The men allowed me to follow Master Damien out and then took up positions. The men were on either side and behind me; I was surrounded.

The way they moved and the tight grouping they held told me two things First, I couldn’t run from them out here. It wasn’t Like I had anywhere to go anyway. The second thing was that no one else on this street was going to touch me. Since running was out of the question and I felt safe, I was able to just look around,

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

The area was alive. There were men everywhere standing outside the large buildings that lined the narrow streets. Everything looked like it had been made out of putty colored sand. Strange paintings adorned the outsides of the buildings. I wondered if that wasn’t their ‘language.

felt like that. The street itself was crowded with tent vendors outside the main buildings. No one said a word to our entourage. I made good use of my ‘peripherals’ and noticed almost all the vendors held something out toward my owners. It was a silent request to look. They never got in our

with a stand had what Looked Like earrings and they got my attention. Despite my circumstances, I still noticed the beautiful jewelry. Shiny things always grabbed

and sort of succeeded. One

He came to a stop in front of the vendor’s cart and my owners rearranged themselves around

what you are Looking at,” Master Evan

to be sly, but I must have been obvious. I quickly gestured with my mittened hand to the set I had seen, but

salesman had Looked curiously at it; like he wanted to

several pieces of stone from inside his belt. He retrieved the earrings from the salesman and passed them to the back of our group. Master Christof placed them in a small pouch

away Master Evan quietly asked Master Damien, “Do you know what we just bought,

our colors,” he answered and kept his brisk pace through the

knock, it just opened to us. I followed

groups of armed men present with Little brown bundled creatures in their midst. It was quieter here and