A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Fuji’s Warriors came and picked us up and transported us back to the Warrior’s compound. They poked fun at me and made Little comments; I didn’t let it bother me. There was a good reason to act like I had this morning. I’d take the lashing if it meant that I got to keep my friend.

We went to the bathhouse as a group, but I wasn’t asked to wash anyone.

I just sat on the little steps by my Keepers and kept my head down.

That didn’t mean I didn’t get attention.

Groups of Warriors would come over intermittently to inspect me. They didn’t touch me, thank goodness. They watched me and tried to get me to respond to them. Most commented on my scene that morning.

Angela’s Library

I was relieved when we finally Left the bathhouse; perhaps my day was finally over. That was not to be. Fuji’s owners wanted to see her dance, she had promised them.

the ones I played every day. Dutifully I played the drums with a sensual,

her over his shoulder. I could see the erections grow as Fuji had danced. Sex was the obvious outcome, but

friend screeched and fought the Warrior

in their Language and said she wanted to finish her dance. My hands were stopped in mid air

I was too stunned to resist him. The large man

man got between her legs and started

my friend get raped by her men, but I knew I couldn’t stop them. In

in the hands that held her. She Looked like she was in the throes of ecstasy as a man with long dark hair grunted and

dance and they were a series of words I couldn’t understand. I’d never seen this side of Fuji, not that I really

by the sounds of it she did, over and over again. The scent of pungent sex

a cloth and gave her a long drink. Once they were

all. I tried to sit up and he got behind me and pulled me down. He brought my back flush to his front and wrapped strong arms