A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Sleeping with strange men should have been impossible, but I felt oddly safe with them. Master Damien would not have left me anywhere I would get hurt. That was abundantly obvious now. I slipped into a sound sleep almost immediately.

I woke in the middle of the night Like I was accustomed to doing. As I was restlessly trying to back to sleep with a full bladder, the man next to me woke up.

“Slave, what is wrong?” he asked sounding concerned.

I told him and he walked me to the bathroom. Once I was done he walked me back toward the bed.

“They will have to punish you, you know,” he said softly before we entered the bedroom. “Such defiance cannot be left alone.”

“Yes, Keeper,” I answered dutifully.

“I do not understand what you have with Christof, but it must be important. He needs to share his bond with his brothers, though. It is essential,” the man said as we Laid down.

wondered if I should ask the man what he meant. Unfortunately, the thought was lost as I drifted off

me about being so deeply asleep. I let her Lead me to their bathroom, where I received my morning cleaning,

toe and wishing it wasn’t happening. Fuji touched

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waste, sir. On

I said shifting around.

get used to the plug. They had removed it before we went to the

he said Lifting my chin, “are we dirty men, slave?” he

sir,” I stammered out

of the morning meal consisted of the Warriors discussing whether they were what I called

it that way. Please, don’t