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.

She took us to a group of females already there. We all sat on pillows arranged in a circle. Actually, thanks to the thing in

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She Was 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 thick strips of fabric all hung from her collar to her knees, when she moved they shifted around. She Laughed when she saw

to put this on me every day, but my Masters Like it. They just enjoy seeing me surrounded

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said her owners originally just painted her in their colors. It didn’t really bother her either way, no one wore clothes

of clothing

her natural glow. The swaths of color over her shoulders were

in all, the girls were really friendly. It was Lucky I liked them, the slaves I hung out with was determined by who my Warriors were friendly with. It

me kneeling and Laughed 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

get used to it,” she said more quietly to me. “Eventually, when they think you don’t need it, they

talk to a friend on the other side of the room. For a moment, it was just Rose and I. I took the chance to ask her