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.

need your Master’s permission,“ she said. “If you pricked yourself with the

faint scar that

while they were at this coupling was not

never gotten so many injuries in such

no one else would want to beat me up. A

from my musing when Rose stood up. Curiously I watched her walk across the dwelling into a dark room that was probably where they slept. Her men followed and I cursed inwardly. Did I really

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

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

floor. They were climbing on the bed and I did not want to watch. It would be impolite to watch Rose have sex

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you hungry for us,

up. A man was standing behind Rose rolling her nipples between his thick fingers. It was the man in front speaking and this