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.

turned and I narrowly avoided running into his chest. We had stopped just before entering

a question? It seems the human enjoys its

decided. I had been a good

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I know you could hurt me if you wanted. Why don’t you hit your

and walked with me into a shallow part of the pool. He

never asked questions and they always did what we said. They just didn’t Live very

competitive, as you’ve noticed. We started to try to keep our slaves alive. It became an honor, to see who had the oldest slave,” he said and then continued with a warning. “Don’t confuse not wanting to hurt you with

to be good, I decided to keep going with my luck, so

the soapy massage,

do those things myself. I

another slave you were free and the slavers took you,