A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

He was a large man with long slightly graying hair and a beard. His face had a nasty series of scars across his cheek. There was no humor in his eyes at all. He appraised me top to bottom.

“Nice to look at, but Earth slaves are hard to train, have you had problems yet?” he asked.

“No, General,” Master Damien said.

I bobbed my head in agreement.

“What is it doing now?” the General asked releasing my chin. iara, what are you doing?” Master Damien asked.

“I’m agreeing with you, Master Damien. On my planet that meant, ‘yes’,”

I stuttered out.

‘s L I B R

very well then, be sure to keep to the coupling schedule,” he said

place and thanked my lucky stars he hadn’t been in the market

kneeled when I was told to kneel. The thing was still in my bottom, but it

my earrings and ask Damien about them. Surprisingly the other men seemed to take no other notice

relaxed. We took our meal upstairs and the men sat around playing a card

asked looking

down on the table and looked at me. I had been kneeling next to him.

how long are you going to leave this thing

finish the question when

was slapping Master

dragging me back to the bedroom. My outfit was quickly removed and he pushed me toward the bed. The men filed in watching us, they all seemed to think this was really hilarious. As I watched them,