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.

lot at flea markets and it 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

what Looked Like earrings and they got my attention. Despite my circumstances,

not to turn my head as we passed the earring vendor’s cart and sort of succeeded. One pair had a silver

Damien stopped. He came to

are Looking at,” Master Evan said gruffly under

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

curiously at it;

with the man and handed him 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

we walked away Master Evan quietly asked Master Damien, “Do you

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

even have to knock, it just opened to us. I followed him past the guard at

of armed men present with Little brown bundled creatures in their midst. It was quieter here and only Warriors with slaves seemed to