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.

was falling apart. I stepped into the doorway and immediately stepped back out. A skeleton lay

how long it would take for me to die. The lack of water would kill me first.

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

to the ground below me. The injury was

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was leaving bloody tracks where ever I went. I wandered all over and didn’t see anything

home. I was sweating profusely. The dust I kicked up was 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 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

water teased me. It was dirty, I could tell just looking at it. The container was 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 into. If I had a cup I could

did find more bugs. Swarms of the nasty silver things were

the building I went straight to the jug. I was parched and

jug was covered with the little silver things. The water was thick with 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 dehydrate