A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Master Evan was watching me with unfaltering attention. He Lay on his side in the bed looking at me. He had his head propped up on his hand as though he had been studying me for some time.

“So which horror is it to be this time, Ciara?” he asked brushing my hair off my forehead. “Though I know it serves no purpose, I will tell you again, you are safe and we are real.”

What a bizarre thing to say.

I turned my head and saw the moon through the window. It was night. I couldn’t figure how I got here or where I was supposed to be. I didn’t remember going to sleep and no one else was in bed.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

The men slowly came into the bedroom and sat around me on the bed. They were all dressed in their linen shifts. It must be bedtime. I couldn’t figure out why I went to bed first.

“What has it said this time?” Master Damien asked taking a sip from the cup in his hands.

I was

to the cup. My voice was

brother,” Master Evan said as he

I felt weak and dizzy. Inside the cup was water, but it burned going down. I coughed and sputtered, but I wanted more. I clung to Master Damien’s arm so he wouldn’t take

tried to move my leg and screamed as pain shot through me. Jerking the covers away I screamed again. My right leg was tattooed and raw looking. It Looked like an intricate snake wrapping around my entire

dream

have you, Ciara,” Master Christof said petting

burned it off of your leg, there is no tentacle stuck to you. You aren’t drowning.

“Why did you

for a moment. “Is it awake?” Master Damien asked contemplatively. iara,” Master

are?” Master Christof asked looking

are my owners,”