A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

After I had all I could take there was still water left in the jug. I didn’t want the flies to get it. Apparently neither did the men who left it. A small plug was present and I used it to seal up the water.

My owners were taking care of me.

I had nothing but time on my hands and I could only do one thing that pleased them. I filled the floor with their insignia. After my “chalk” was exhausted I decided to put my message outside. Limping around I cleared a large area in front of the building and used stones to delineate their mark.

My hands and body were filthy. I was slightly hungry and I ached all over. I missed being clean and comfortable. Overall, I felt awful. As I wandered back inside to sit with the skeleton I thought about what I had done to end up here.

I wanted to be free, so I pretended I was. This was not a planet to pretend on. It was harsh and I was not suited for it. Without the protection of my Masters, I was as good as dead.

It pained me to realize how much I needed my owners. I didn’t know how to find water or which foods I could eat. The inhabitants on this planet obviously thought I had only one use. If they didn’t own me, it didn’t matter if I was happy about that or not. My survival was only important to one very small group of men and they had disowned me.

I watched quietly as the sun travelled across the sky. Transports flew by quietly in the distance, but they never stopped. Eventually the fear waned some and I started to recognize the pattern.

transports were watching the village. There were six different transports as far as I could tell. They did regular sweeps in a set series. Someone was monitoring me, keeping me safe, with the exception of the near

pondered that horrible

fend for myself. Someone fed and watered me twice a day, though. They sent someone to tend my wounds. Master Damien and his brothers

G E L A ‘s L I B R

the man had said when he was over me. There was movement at the window and no one else ever came in. Someone had stopped him. My owners had stopped him. They were

rest well, but there was a reason to be happy. I had not been left. I was just on a longer leash

If I had to guess I’d say farther than I was from the village now. I wondered how my owners had found me way out

remembered the times he’d tasted me, everywhere. I’d never seen him taste his brothers, except

came close to the building, but didn’t stop. I was getting used to

to be good to have found me. It was dark by the time

in the mood for my questions I’d have to ask them about it. When the men came later that

it felt Like I was earning