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.

she said. “If you pricked yourself with the needle

faint scar that I still

goal while they were at this coupling was not to

many injuries in such a

the new dangers in my life, I wondered what tomorrow would bring. Hopefully, no one else

musing when Rose stood up. Curiously I watched her walk across the dwelling into a dark

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

and I did not want to watch. It would be impolite to watch Rose have sex with her owners, even if they didn’t seem

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hungry for us,

sounded hungry in my opinion and I glanced up. A man was standing behind Rose rolling