A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“Karis, you are upsetting our Rose with your questions,” one of the men at the table said as he stroked Rose’s head.

Rose looked at the man that spoke gratefully, but she didn’t say anything. There was fair amount of grumbling, but the man stopped asking me questions and just fed me.

After dinner the men played a game I had never seen in their sitting area. It Looked a bit like chess.

Rose sat quietly by them and sewed. Occasionally, she looked up and commented on the game. I was fascinated by her sewing. I had never seen anyone do the intricate stitching she did.

“It is for my Masters,” she said smiling toward them when I asked her what she was doing.

“I would like to Learn to do that,” I told her softly.

said. “If you pricked yourself with the needle

told her stroking the faint scar that I still wore on

at this coupling was not to get any

injuries in such a short

no one else would want to

the dwelling into a dark room that was probably where they slept. Her men

didn’t resist as he pulled me into their bedroom. Everyone else was already there, stripping themselves

it. I wondered if they would notice if I scooted it outside the bedroom, but quickly lost that idea. Of course, they would

the floor. They were climbing on the bed and I did not want to watch. It would

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for us,

was the one that sounded hungry in my opinion and I glanced up. A man was standing behind Rose rolling her nipples between his