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 and bled they may become

her stroking the faint scar that I still wore on my

they were at this coupling

gotten so many injuries in such a short time

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

Curiously I watched her walk across the dwelling into a dark room that was probably where they slept. Her men followed

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

I scooted it outside the bedroom, but quickly lost that idea. Of

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

Angela’s Library

hungry for us,

behind Rose rolling her nipples between his