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.

you pricked yourself with the needle

the faint scar that I still wore on

at this coupling was not

never gotten so many injuries in

dangers in my life, I wondered what tomorrow would bring. Hopefully, no one else would want to beat me up. A bruise would

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

man pulled me to stand as he walked by. I didn’t resist as he pulled me

notice if I scooted it outside

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

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you hungry for us,

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