A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“You may explore all you wish,” Master Bane said in a hard voice.

“Careful of the Warriors that patrol the area,” Master Kein warned.

“You are nothing to them, just a tool to use and discard.”

I paled and reached for them. They couldn’t be leaving me to the others.

“Perhaps if you are good enough one of them may choose to put their symbol on you,” Master Damien sighed, “but I doubt it. They have no reason to take home and be burdened with what they can freely use here.”

I screamed for them as the pad lifted off and they Left. Dropping to my knees on the dusty ground I cried like a baby. I couldn’t figure out why they would go to all the trouble to save me just to kill me themselves.

Once the tears dried I looked around. This area once had been bustling, there were the foundations of innumerable buildings. A crumbling wall surrounded the entire area. I wandered toward the only building with a roof. There was no door, just an opening in the wall.

brown stone and it crumbled a little under my fingers, this place was falling apart. I stepped into the doorway and immediately

just stood and hyperventilated. The rational part of my brain decided to take over at some point. I tried to remember how long it would take for me to die. The lack of water would kill me first. If I was

ground dug into my feet. The smooth cobblestones I was used to were cracked and broken here. I tripped and stepped hard

a stump and examined the wound. Blood seeped slowly from the broken skin and dripped to the ground below me. The injury

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was leaving bloody tracks where ever I went. I wandered all over and didn’t see anything that looked like a well or a water source. Except for my sticky Little

sticking to my damp skin and felt disgusting. Limping I moved back to the building with the skeleton. I crouched inside the doorway out of the sun and watched the bones. I wondered

room I glanced into the recess, inside was a small jug that bore my owners’ insignia. I hadn’t been this thirsty since I was in the ocean. Glancing down I noticed several small bugs swimming in the jug. Picking up the dirty pitcher I looked closer

filthy and there were little silver things swimming in it. I placed the jug carefully down and looked for something I could pour the water

even another jug to be found. I did find more bugs. Swarms of the nasty silver things were everywhere. At some point I thought

to the jug. I was parched and dry, bugs or

them now. I sobbed and choked down the water, drinking a handful of bugs with it. They tasted disgusting. I wanted to scream and cry, but that wouldn’t do any good. In fact, it would