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.

a new sword someone had gotten. I drank the whole cup and handed

L A ‘s L I

shook my head ‘no’ and he Laughed tousling my hair. It struck me to wonder if they could just stick to their own stupid rules.

fitting in the next couple of days.

problem when I

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

about the campaign and who

he was raised and what it was like to use a sword, all the stupid stuff we used to talk about at mid day. At some point during the meal I started to cry again.

told him I was thinking of my family again. He said the same thing Master Damien had, I wasn’t permitted to think about them. They had not done a good job

It made it easier to disappear in the

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

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 this strong or fast. I remembered an old lifeguard telling me