A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I rolled over and got comfortable resting on my arms. I heard Master Damien start to talk. It sounded like a lecture on health. The topic could have been, How to Feed and Care for a Human.

A hand came down and started to caress my back. The oil still had my skin feeling slick. It was relaxing, Like a massage. I peeked through my lids and saw Master Bane leaning on the floating pad while he petted me.

I marveled at what a good looking man he was. His short beard covered a very attractive jaw line. I wondered what he’d look Like without the extra hair. He didn’t seem to notice me watching him.

I closed my eyes and felt breath in my ear, “Don’t do that again, Ciara,” Master Bane’s voice warned.

Master Damien went over every aspect of my care. It was interesting to realize what they noticed and I started to listen closely. My weight, the speed at which I moved, and the way my skin Looked all were part of determining my overall health.

They were very specific about my grooming needs; especially the way my hair should be treated and cared for. Several men in the audience snorted and said they would take it all off. Master Damien advised against that, humans were obsessive about their hair. It would make the transition worse. The men murmured amongst themselves for a while before Master Damien continued.

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how to watch the centers for fear, anger, happiness, and arousal. When I was ill or not sleeping well the eyes became

to sit up on the table,

If I want you to lie I

Damien,” I

his command I looked out into a sea of faces and my head jerked down reflexively. Master Evan lifted my chin and told me to look out. The Warriors were all watching my face intently. I preferred not to Look at

It took a while to find my voice, but once I did it was not hard. That part was easy and the questions were all

At first it was hard, I knew they didn’t like it when I Lied to them. I made a game of it in my

time I told the truth and each time I did not. The way they spoke it

back. My legs were spread Like I was in stirrups at the gynecologist office. It was the air

glad to see the tension, he pointed it out to the surrounding men. If they used me now, I would find it painful. I wasn’t like the women on this planet, my flesh was tender in my sex organs and I may even tear. If I

ear and Master Damien repeated to the crowd what he was saying to me. It was bizarre, but despite that I did start to relax. They had never