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

I told her stroking the faint scar that I still wore on my

they were at this coupling was

never gotten so many injuries in such a

one else would want to beat me up. A bruise

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

as he pulled me

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

watch. It would be impolite to watch

Angela’s Library

for us, Rose?” a male

in my opinion and I glanced up. A man was standing behind Rose rolling her nipples between his thick fingers. It