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.

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

careful note of her appearance and attire. She didn’t look the

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in a bun at the back of her head. It looked

entire appearance seemed to exude

at my own hands I was embarrassed 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

she was still staring at the men she sat with. She seemed to spend a

gave it a sharp tug. I looked up and my owners

you doing, Ciara?” Master

stammered, “I was watching her, the

I had been looking. They did look less angry when

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