A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

The strange purple cream was put on my skin and rubbed in. I marveled at the soft feel it left behind once the color faded. It was the best moisturizer I’d ever encountered.

Once Evan was done I followed him silently into the kitchen and found my place, now between him and Christof. id it complain, brother?” Master Damien asked as he ate.

“Questions, brother, forever with the questions, but very little complaining. You are learning, aren’t you Ciara?” Master Evan asked me.

“Yes, Master Evan,” I replied taking a bite from between his fingers.

The talk at the table was pleasant and I was distracted from feeling the plug up my ass. I was dying to know how Long they were going to leave it in. Obviously, my questions were annoying, so I just figured I’d wait and see. I hoped they would take it out eventually.

After breakfast I was dressed in a panel outfit and my earrings like the day before. There was a pad in the bedroom and I was instructed to kneel. I waited while they all got ready. The plug wasn’t bothering me necessarily; I just wanted to know how Long I was going to have to wear it.

I Looked mournfully at Master Damien once he was dressed but didn’t say anything. He Looked at me Like he was waiting for something. The post experience was still forefront in my mind; I didn’t want to go back there. Being shaved bald Like Master Evan had threatened sounded awful, too. I just sat quietly.

he is speaking. You may speak to him if he speaks to you. He has no patience for obnoxious slaves.

I answered him as we made our

Master Damien’s heels and followed him to a spot. I noticed their mark was on the ground where we were standing. He laid my kneeling place over their mark and they all stood behind me. I knelt down and waited. Except for the shuffling of feet it was quiet; no

other groups standing around their

one that made sense. The way they determined I needed to be cared for made

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the middle of the compound. I looked up dutifully at him while he talked. According to him, women from the blue mountains were taking men from the village. He congratulated my Warriors on finding the last shopkeeper they had

they would patrol. I wished I had watched more military shows with my uncles, I might have understood some of what

got up to speak. I snuck a glance over and saw another slave sitting with her hands in her Lap

the panels the men

edges was intricate and detailed, whoever had done this had put time into it. It really was Lovely, see through, but

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