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.

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

stroking the faint scar that I

were at this coupling was not

never gotten so many injuries in such a short

life, I wondered what tomorrow would bring. Hopefully, no one else would want to beat me up. A bruise would probably be just as upsetting as a

I watched her walk across the dwelling into a dark room that was

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

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

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

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for us, Rose?”

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