A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“CIARA!” Master Evan boomed standing right in front of me.

I bounced up and nearly ran into Master Bane who had been leaning over behind me.

“Have you Lost the ability to hear?” he asked sounding exasperated.

“It still has ears, brother,” Master Bane laughed, “I checked.”

Master Evan continued to glare at me until Master Kein patted him on the back, “It looks contrite and quite afraid of you. Do not be cruel, brother.”

Master Evan put a hand on either side of my face and kissed my forehead, which was an extremely weird gesture for him. In all the time I’d known him he’d never kissed me like that. “Please pay attention when we’re speaking to you, Ciara,” he said pleadingly.

“Yes, Master Evan. I’m sorry,” I apologized.

us off at the bathhouse. The men stripped themselves and then undressed me hurriedly. I bathed Master Damien, as normal, but the rest of the men washed themselves. They had gathered their things and we were back in our apartment before

expanded. My stomach fluttered with apprehension as I noted the chairs in the sitting room arranged around an open area. Obviously that

Ciara?” Master Damien asked when he caught me staring at

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were all in a wonderful mood. It was

me as I requested. I asked them to

we always wore what they called a hip scarf. The one I had at home had coins on it that shook when I

cymbals or zills. Nobody stopped me from talking; it seemed I was already entertaining them. Master Bane even

other heartily and sat down to feast. I thought I’d be

fed me, but it was all from their

the table. If dancing meant no worms I had

My owners debated strategy with them and never let on. I wondered if that was hard for them to know the truth and have to lie