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.

N G E L A ‘s L I B R

be sure to keep to the coupling

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

and kneeled when I was told to kneel. The thing was still in my bottom, but it didn’t bother. The way it slid between my ass cheeks it felt Like

them. Surprisingly the other men seemed to take no other notice

the men sat around

asked

and looked at me. I had been kneeling next to him. es, Ciara,” he replied raising an

you going to leave this thing

chance to finish the question when

slapping Master Evan on the

got up and pulled me to my feet, 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, they all