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.

fell asleep, I wondered if I

when I woke up. She was bouncing happily around the bed teasing me about being so deeply asleep. I let her Lead me to their

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 and looked away while her Warrior

think this is embarrassing, don’t you slave?” he

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where I make waste, sir. On earth only dirty men would touch

I said shifting around.

the

“are we dirty men, slave?”

I stammered out

rest of the morning meal consisted of the Warriors discussing whether they were what I called ‘dirty men’. I was terrified they would tell

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