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.

No one said a word to our entourage. I made

earrings and they got my attention. Despite my circumstances, I still noticed the beautiful jewelry. Shiny things always

turn my head as we passed the earring vendor’s cart and sort of succeeded. One pair had a silver loop with a blue stone floating in the

Master Damien stopped. He came to a stop in front

what you are Looking at,” Master Evan said gruffly under his

I quickly gestured with my mittened hand to

it; like he

from the salesman and passed them to the

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

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

us. I followed him past the guard at the gate. We were in a courtyard with

It was quieter