A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

As each man took her Rose continued to scream her pleasure. She told them she Loved them and that they were the most important creatures on the planet. It sounded like what my owners had told me I should be feeling. Evidently that was what they wanted to hear. I’d have to remember that.

After they were done one of the men walked by me. He was carrying a very drowsy Rose in his arms. As they walked out I heard her ask him to use a certain soap, because she liked how it smelled. He told her he would be happy to.

I looked back to find the man named Karis Looking down at me.

“Rose is a good slave,” he told me. “You would do well to act as it does.”

“Yes, Keeper,” I replied quietly as I stood up.

My continued antics here had not been missed by the rest of the

must be the worst slave they’ve ever brought

the bed and told me to lay down, which I

he said stretching out next to me. “You will wake me by tapping on my arm

the bed. She sounded like she was already

my eyes and tried to sleep. I wasn’t all that tired. Frankly, I’d done a lot of nothing all day, except stand. My feet were sore and I was restless. Suddenly, warm breath was on my cheek and I

don’t you sleep, slave?” Karis

sore, Keeper. I

Little and got off the bed. I went to follow him and was pulled back down by the man on the other side of me. My insides were all bunched up wondering what they were going

sound asleep. I could hear her steady Light breathing from the other side of

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by my feet. I had horrible images in my head of what they were going

pass out from