A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

My five Warriors stepped off the pad and came toward me, I just kept backing up. Master Damien’s eyes were searing into me, he was really mad. I stopped when I backed into a wall. Master Damien stood beside me and knocked several times on the wall. He didn’t say a word to me. He just glared.

The wall opened and a skinny guy with dark hair greeted him.

“Go in,” Master Damien commanded.

I was still shaking from head to toe, but complied and slid into the doorway.

Master Damien followed me in and turned me to face him, “These are the Keepers, you will address them as such. They will feed and clean you while we are gone. You will obey them. If you cannot obey them, they will tell my brothers and I.”

He turned to leave and then spoke to me one more time. “Your behavior on the travel pad is unacceptable, never act like that again,” he said before stepping out the wall.

I turned and looked around. The skinny man turned and left me. I was in @ small courtyard surrounded by several large open doorways. Flowering plants lined the walls along with flags of bright pillowing fabric. I followed the skinny man through one of the doorways.

was in my face a minute Later, pulling me along with her. She took us to a group of females already there. We all sat on pillows arranged in a circle. Actually, thanks to the

voices of the women from the chuke games. Rose

small woman with perfect pink tipped breasts and a tiny waist. She was dressed in bright flowing red fabric that sort of covered her. The

every day, but my Masters Like it. They just enjoy seeing me

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laughed a high pitched giggle. She only had one eye, which was a little strange. She was dressed in panels similar to me. She said her owners originally just painted her in their colors. It didn’t really

entire subject of

every day, she said they accentuated her natural glow. The swaths of color over her shoulders were something

with was determined by who my Warriors

telling me I could just sit at the Keepers. My cheeks blushed crimson as I tried to think of a way not to say why I didn’t want to sit. Rose just

preparing her. It’s not comfortable to sit on at first,” she said to the group. “You get used to it,” she said more quietly to me. “Eventually, when they think you don’t need it, they may stop using

friend on the other side of the room. For a