A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

It was my own private horror. My friend was gone, lost into the chasm that was their collective mind. All that trouble to save him and I’d helped to send him away permanently. A single tear ran down my cheek as I stood up.

“Why are you making tears, Ciara?” he asked curiously taking it off my face.

“Sometimes humans make tears when we are happy about something. I’m really happy for you Master Christof,” I Lied.

I don’t think he believed me, but he let it slide.

I was so depressed. The one person here that didn’t insist I act like a mindless slave was now a mindless slave. I barely noticed when Master Damien let me choose between two different pieces of ornamentation to wear to the Keepers today. They’d never done that before, but I was too upset to give it much thought.

The men were still in phenomenally fabulous states of mind. They didn’t seem to notice my mood, which was a good thing. It would have been impossible to explain.

After all the exertion Last night I was really thirsty. They had set me between Master Bane and Master Kein and I kept asking for a Little more water during the morning meal. Master Kein must have gotten sick of me, he handed me a full cup and went back to the conversation.

talking about a new sword someone had gotten. I drank the whole cup and handed it back to Master Kein, he filled it and asked if

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if they could just stick to their own stupid rules. That would

still down when we got to the Keepers compound. They weren’t though. Master Damien kissed my cheek and told me to have fun. He said we would go for a fitting in the next couple of days. I needed to describe to the tailors how the outfit I danced

problem when I

a special relationship with just one person. They tried to cheer me up, but it didn’t really work. I was

room, of course. I ate what he gave me and didn’t complain. He talked with the other Warriors about the campaign and who was going for a coupling next. They gave each

talking to him about how he was raised and what it was like to use a sword, all the stupid stuff

I wasn’t permitted to think about them. They had not done a good job protecting me. In truth,

swam out my Little hole. I surfaced and saw the Keepers were busy with the girls on the beach. I was glad for the way they obsessed on us. It made it easier to disappear in the afternoons. They were always helping someone undress or walking them to the bathroom. It was stupid the way they acted Like

little yellow fish that hung out at the edge of the rock wall by the inlet. I chased them sometimes. I saw a cluster of them now. Swimming toward them, they scattered and then all went left. Weirdly enough, they all kept going and didn’t go back to the

caught in the current. I’d forgotten it was higher up now. The undertow sucked me along at a rapid pace. Back at home, I’d been taught never to fight an undertow, but I’d never been in one