A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“How do I know when they make a point?” I asked watching the confusing display in front of me.

It looked like there were multiple balls in play and the men were running all over the place.

“Just cheer when your men cheer,” was the answer from farther right, “I’ve been watching this game for ages and I still don’t understand it.”

ALL the women in the tent laughed at that. Suddenly, Fuji rose up and jumped around, when she was done she knelt back down. Some men on the field had also been cheering.

I saw a ball pass to Master Evan and he threw it in the air shouting.

The rest of my men also made a lot of noise. I’d played drums in the marching band, so I’d cheered in many football games. I hooted and hollered like back then.

Angela’s Library

from my right said, “they Loved that! I’m Rose

asked questioningly, “Didn’t they

for the name of the most beautiful thing on my home planet and that was the first thing that came to

used to be Rachel, but I guess it’s Ciara now,” I

Rose sighed, “whatever you do, don’t say that again. They get really angry if

you,” I

more difficult than

didn‘t look over so I only knew Rose, Tamia, and Shi by the sounds

five of us only

onto a planet where slaves were worked to death. That didn’t take long for a human. Earthlings were too frail for most other planets. Our needs for oxygen and

huge prices for us. We were everything they wanted in a sex slave. Weak, intelligent, mostly hairless, and with

never going home. The dimensional portals the slavers used had trouble operating on earth, something to do with the atmosphere. It was getting harder and harder to acquire an