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

faint scar that I still

this coupling was not to get any new

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 beat

watched her walk across the dwelling into a dark room that was probably where they

he walked by. I didn’t resist as he pulled me into their bedroom.

was a kneeling pad by the door and I rested on it. 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

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

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for us, Rose?” a male voice

standing behind Rose rolling her nipples between his