A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“Why would they come back?” another man spoke. “This thing has no sense, it looks right at us and dares the consequences. It doesn’t learn. What would make such proud men take this stupid creature back?”

I continued to writhe and cry for Master Damien and his brothers. The men held me tight and fondled me everywhere. They even took the chance to fully examine my marked leg.

I heard rustling as new feet came into the room. The Warriors currently man handling me held me so I couldn‘t see the new participants. When a sharp pain came from my tender Left foot I shrieked and started to struggle anew.

“We will beat you if you make that sound one more time,” one of the Warriors warned me.

The piercing pains in my foot continued and there was nothing I could do to stop them. It took every ounce of control I had to not cry out.

Master Damien and his brothers had never treated me Like this. I wanted them to come back for me desperately.

I guess the new men didn’t want me either. The nasty fondling stopped and they threw me into a corner of the room and left. Huddled on the dirty floor, I panted for several minutes.

in a clean bandage. The top of the bandage

pitcher with my owner’s symbol on it was just beginning to attract the bugs. Crawling across the floor I downed the contents before it attracted anymore insects. A bowl with their mark contained several worms crawling around in the slime. I was hungry and ate quickly, bugs and all, sucking down every bit of the liquid in

and watched the moon rise into the sky. Part of me

Lay down

dropped and I curled into a tight ball trying to stay warm. My foot was throbbing. To make matters worse the bugs found me interesting and crawled all over me when I Lay

was two fold, when they weren’t there I feared something prowling in the night. When I could hear the transports, I feared the men that would be on them. I slept a little, but was wide awake when

the men from Last night. Again, I looked right at

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hungry. My foot ached and I couldn’t run on it, so I hadn’t even made it to the window this time. Once again, I screamed for my Masters. The men

mark, fix it when it is injured,

to avoid looking

me hard across