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.

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

the faint scar that

coupling was not

gotten so many injuries in such a short time

bring. Hopefully, no one else would want to beat me up. A bruise would probably be just as upsetting

dark room

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

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

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

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for us, Rose?” a

behind Rose rolling her nipples between his thick