A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

After the bathhouse we didn’t go back to our rooms right away. The men had brought clothing with them and had changed into their outfits in their alcove. They didn’t bother to dress me. Not that it made much of a difference, the clothing I typically wore was almost see thru anyway.

I kept my head down as we walked, but I recognized the wide steps to the General’s quarters. Master Damien approached the door and politely knocked twice. The door creaked open and I recognized the voice of the General’s brother. I could hear the General’s booming voice in the background.

“Greetings, Hersham,” Master Damien said politely, “we only came to tell the General we plan on using the tent tomorrow, if it pleases him.”

“He will be happy to hear it. Did you accomplish what you wished today?” the man asked.

“ALL is well, Hersham,” Master Damien said as he stepped back.

“You are welcome to visit, Damien,” Hersham said and I heard the door open further.

I knew they didn’t belong to my owners. A moment later strong fingers were lifting

at me, slave,” the General

eyes shot open and I drank in the burly man

had heard it was injured in the village,” he said

Master Damien replied tersely, “and it is well

of my face with his massive hand and smiled alittle. “Tell me slave, will

a coupling soon,” the General addressed

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be ready,”

The men changed out of their outfits and into their nighttime clothing. They put me in the bed and lay down around

just liked the sound of

surprised the women let us keep these slaves,”