A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“You are very hard to confuse you for one another,” I told him, “especially you.”

Christof seemed pleased and our Lunch continued with quiet thoughtful conversation.

I swam out my hole in the grate that afternoon and thought about it.

That something I had been missing about my Masters. It was so obvious I had missed it. They wanted me to notice them.

My head bobbed up and I took a breath before diving again. They Liked to be appreciated for their differences. It made sense.

That single thought gave me a plan and a purpose. They liked to feel special, so I would give that to them. Their happiness was the key to my survival and I was determined to live.

In the bathhouse that night I washed Master Damien as usual. He seemed to like me to rub along his lines, so that’s usually how I organized myself. I ran my hands over his chest and back softly massaging and cleaning. He was so well proportioned.

favor, Master Damien?” I asked as

looked quizzically at me. His expression seemed to be warring between curiosity

your questions,” he commented, “and no, I

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use one arm when he trained and fought. My attention moved to his fingers and I

said

uncomfortable, “but I am trained to use both hands,”

one,”

slightly and I looked away. I hadn‘t meant to

said, “and no

I would try again. Evidently some things they

still on my mind when they put me to bed that night. I curled up on my side between Master Damien and Master Evan. There would be mistakes, I soothed myself, but they wanted me