A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“Evan has determined it is the same chemical the women use to mark us,”

Master Christof said absently.

“Tell me, Ciara,” Master Damien commanded. “How did you avoid the fleint before we arrived?”

I told him I had felt them brushing my legs. They didn’t understood floating, so I explained laying still and flat in the water. iow did you find me, Masters?” I asked.

“You don’t Listen, Ciara,” Master Evan said, “I already warned you I have a sense for creatures I have tasted. I followed my sense to you.

We heard the scream and saw your bubbles rise from the water. We went down to find you,” he finished stroking my arm.

I thanked him, kissing his hand. They made me thank all of them individually, which I did.

Masters. How did you fix that?” I wondered out

It went deep into you and pulled out the water, pumping in air. They are quite useful. The Fishers that took us to find you had one they allowed

me up and moved me into the showers indicating an end

you near water in two cycles,

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stand on, so he let me sit. Master Evan helped him and they washed me head to toe. I fought when they

so sensitive it felt like they were washing

a thin blanket over it and Master Christof looked curiously at me. He Left the room and returned with the foul smelling goop. He put a generous portion

of the stuff was nearly instantaneous. I relaxed and watched the men crawl into bed around me. It didn’t take long

or the day after. My owners barely allowed me out of bed. Healers came to see me and marveled over my leg. Living through the attack of a fleint was quite a feat. They congratulated my

an exotic appearance. The marks started on the bottom of my foot and ran to just under my knee. Two parallel lines of deep black ran around my leg about

turn over on the bed by myself. One of them watched me at all times. If I slept one of them would sit by the bed and stare at