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 and bled they may become

stroking the faint

coupling

gotten so many injuries in such a short time

no one else would want to

a dark room that was probably where they slept. Her men followed and I cursed inwardly.

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

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 did not want to watch. It would be impolite

Angela’s Library

hungry for us, Rose?”

was standing behind Rose rolling her nipples between