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

her stroking the faint scar that I still wore

this coupling was not to get

injuries in such a short time

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

musing when Rose stood up. Curiously I watched her walk across the dwelling into a dark room that was probably where they slept. Her

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

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

did not 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, Rose?”

I glanced up. A man was standing behind Rose rolling her nipples between his thick fingers. It was the man in front speaking and this time he demanded she answer