A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

The arm across my middle shifted and he started to lightly pluck at my nipples. I bit back the moan in my throat as he fondled my chest.

“I find,” he said low into my ear, “my left hand to be more accurate for detailed work…like this. Other men have no such preference. My brothers have no preference.”

Squirming under his ministrations I grasped at his arm and felt the play of muscle beneath my hands

“You are very talented with both of your hands, Master Damien,” I whispered.

The chuckle rumbled from his chest and into mine and that tormenting hand thankfully ceased it’s chore.

“Go to sleep, Ciara,” he said tucking the blankets around us.

I sighed and settled down quite satisfied with myself. Master Damien wasn’t angry I had noticed, perhaps it would even make him happy I paid them that much attention. Tomorrow I would continue at the task I had set myself. It was a plan.

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wanted me to notice the details of their lives and personalities.

in the restaurant had been staring at her owners. It was the only way to keep up with them. With five to Look

learned what the men needed to be happy with me, life settled into a rhythm. Being at my new home in the compound was consuming, but I enjoyed my time at the Keepers. It was my time to relax.

Fuji told me we would probably end up entertaining our

plucked at a stringed instrument. It seemed the right thing to do,

dancing class for exercise one year. It was one of those New Year’s

since

thought my modesty was kind of silly. Considering what was expected regularly of me when I was home, I knew they were

men that owned me, I was a living, breathing sex

me. I had my daily vitamin drink, which I had heard them say was expensive. They washed me with the finest

hair was healthy and shone in the light. Even my palms, which had stared out looking so bad, were now satiny to the touch. They spent