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.

G E L A ‘s L I B

well then, be sure to keep to the

and thanked my lucky stars

General’s talk the Warriors stayed in the courtyard to discuss what he had said. I walked when I was told to walk 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 it still had oil on it. I would have thought

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 naked

our meal upstairs and the men sat around playing a card game. Finally,

Damien?” I asked looking

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

you going to leave this thing in

to finish the question when

Master Evan on the

men filed in watching us, they all seemed to think this was