A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I followed them out the wall and balked when I saw the transport pad.

My uncles all rode roller coasters, but I was too chicken. I’d never even been on an airplane. I hated heights.

“This eve will be very difficult or very enjoyable for you, depending on how you act,” Master Damien threatened in my ear.

Gulping back my fear I followed him onto the pad. It shot up Like a rocket and I screamed, dropping to the floor. My eyes were shut tight as I begged them to please make it stop. When the thing started to move forward I grabbed onto the closest leg and cried.

I felt hands removing me from the pant leg I was clinging to and Master Damien’s voice was in my ear, “You will learn to stand and act respectable during transport. We are taking a trip tonight. It will only end when you stop this ridiculous behavior.”

They had the driver swoop the pad every which way. I screamed I would fall off and die crashing to the ground. They thought that was amusing.

“Do you remember the currents that prevented you from moving at the auction?” Christof asked. “Similar barriers prevent you from falling off the sides of the pad.”

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Master Evan said pushing me with a quick thrust toward the edge. He was supremely

go off the side of the platform. They were right something was stopping me. The invisible barrier swooshed against my hand when I

of the pad acted like I wasn’t present, most of the rest glowered

faces was undeniable, except for Christof, who still just seemed amused. The lines of skin color that were usually so Light seemed to darken

zipped left or right. I stayed in my position and kept my

our door. I waited patiently for Master Damien to open the gate and followed him off the pad. It felt funny walking on solid ground again,

took me down to bathhouse with them after dinner. I heard several Warriors commenting on my morning ride. Evidently, everyone had seen

owners were colder and less interested in me than they had been the last two days. I learned the lesson quickly, a good slave does not embarrass its

a slave was different. I would say difficult, but I guess my mind set made it easier in a way. Since I was determined to survive, I didn’t concentrate on being unhappy. I made up my mind

easier. He came almost every day at Lunch. He kept to his word and never treated me Like a slave. We

did have to just verify one more time that escape was not