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

pointed to the cup. My voice was

brother,” Master Evan said as he helped me to sit

it burned going down. I coughed and sputtered, but I wanted more. I clung to

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

is to be the waking dream of the tentacle again,” said Master

Master Christof said

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

grated out. “Why did you mark my leg

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

know who we are?”

my owners,” I