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.

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 thing in

the voices of the women from the

hair that cascaded in curls down her back. 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,

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

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a little strange. She was dressed in panels similar to me. She said her owners originally just

subject of clothing abhorrent for

her natural glow. The swaths of color over her shoulders were something her Masters wanted. She despised

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

Keepers. My cheeks blushed crimson as I tried to think of a way not to say why I didn’t want

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

talking and the other girls went to 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 about the chances of getting away