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.

I wondered if I should ask

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

accept the enemas and the plug from my Warriors, this was so much worse. I was blushing from head to toe and wishing it wasn’t happening. Fuji touched my face as I Lay over her Warriors lap and asked why it was that color. I shook my head

don’t

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waste, sir. On earth only dirty men

I said shifting around.

in the morning to get used to the plug. They had removed

he said Lifting my chin, “are we dirty

I stammered out

what I called ‘dirty men’. I was terrified they would

didn’t mean it that way. Please, don’t tell