A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“I wish to go down to the bathhouse,” Master Bane called behind us.

“I will hurry brothers. We cannot take it down like this. It is a mess,” he answered leading me into the showers.

I didn’t understand Christof’s refusal. It made even Less sense as we stood in the shower. Christof disrobed to wash me and his staff was erect and ready. He was certainly sexually excited. There was no way to tell why he didn’t want to have sex with me.

Christof washed me quickly. I was rinsed and the cream applied to several over exuberant marks. My hair was brushed and they pulled me out the door. My coverings were deemed unnecessary, since we would all be naked and in the pool. They didn’t seem to see the need for coverings either and walked around me nude.

The men were all in remarkably high spirits, so I thought one question wouldn’t get me in that much trouble. Although I had made the choice to make the best of this; they had chosen not to beat me into submission.

I wanted to know why they didn’t just do that.

“Master Damien, may I ask a question?” I asked hesitantly.

narrowly avoided running into his chest. We had stopped just

seems the

them. If questions made me happy, they would tolerate them, the men finally decided. I had

A ‘s

are slaves on earth and they treat them terribly. I know you could hurt me if you wanted. Why

shallow part of the pool. He handed me soap and a silky rag, so I started

and they always did what we said. They just

see who had the oldest slave,” he said and then continued with a warning. “Don’t confuse not wanting to hurt you with a lack

keep going with

sighed but seemed to be enjoying the soapy massage, “One more, Ciara, you were a very good slave

feed me and bathe me. I can do those things myself. I CAN take care of myself,”

were free and the slavers took you, isn’t that