A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Eddy had been merciless with picking at me. He made my personal life a topic of conversation with all my uncles when they sat and drank beer in the front yard. Before I moved, it had gotten to a point I snuck out my window and walked around the back of the house when I went anywhere.

The constant jibes and hurtful remarks were too numerous to take.

I was scowling and staring at the floor when I felt Master Bane pinch a nipple. I Looked up at him shocked.

“Ciara, what are you thinking about?” he asked curiously offering me a piece of food that had obviously been delivered while I was daydreaming.

Oh God, I couldn’t tell them what I was thinking about Master Christof.

That could be really offensive here. I stammered out an answer about a creepy relative of my mother’s that this place reminded me of. That seemed to satiate them.

As we ate I took the chance to look furtively around the restaurant. I glanced at a girl at a table near ours that seemed to be human. She was sitting like I was, but she Looked up at the men that sat around her.

odd to me. Staring at someone openly Like that, I would consider rude. Perhaps that was the

look the way I thought a slave should. Her skin was clean

‘s L I

was wrapped in satiny orange strip of fabric. Long, blonde hair was bound in

entire appearance seemed to exude

for some reason. Despite that strangely effective cream, I still had cracks on my palms and thick callouses on my fingers. Comparing myself to the beautiful creature at the other table

the men she sat with. She seemed to spend a little time watching each of them, whether they were talking or not.

this time he also gave it a sharp tug. I looked up and my owners were staring daggers at

doing, Ciara?” Master

stammered, “I was watching her, the way she acts. I’m sorry, Master

direction I had been looking.

or a she,” Master Damien informed me. “That is a slave. You will notice