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.

E L A ‘s L I B R A R

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

lucky stars he hadn’t been

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 it still had oil on it. I would have thought it would have been dry and sticking to

other Warriors we talked to had slaves. I heard a couple notice my earrings and ask Damien about them. Surprisingly the other men seemed to take no other notice of the nearly

the men sat around

asked

table and looked at me. I had been kneeling next

are you going to leave

barely got a chance to finish

was slapping Master

men filed in watching us, they all seemed to think this was really hilarious. As I watched them, they