A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I blanched and gagged. “What did I do, Masters?” I panicked.

“Not you, Ciara, we already told you we were pleased with you. The slave that ate the worms. It is being punished in the courtyard,”

Master Evan said rising.

The men dressed me in my panels and after glancing at my chest they put the covers over my breasts. I glanced down and saw what they did.

Despite the healing cream my nipples were red and puffy. They looked like they had suffered too much attention very recently.

It was near dusk and the yard was lit with torches. A warm breeze was blowing intermittently and lots of men were outside. Everyone seemed happy and relaxed after the last couple of days.

too bad. I wondered if I would have to look. I did remember the one horrible time I’d been at the

suddenly and I watched the backs of Master Damien’s

tell us if you would wish this to happen to

Master Bane ordered.

imaginable. My fists clenched in anticipation at my sides. Taking a big breath I looked up at what they had done to

platform dressed in an ill fitting white dress that fell past her knees. One ankle bound her to a post. She stood silently

G E L A ‘s

me and I looked at them. If the question was, did I wish to wear clothes again, the answer was yes. Somehow I doubted that was the point of this exercise.

don’t understand,” I

raised an eyebrow. arth slaves aren’t very

our decoration,” Master Bane commented touching the cuff on my

demonstrated it likes our symbol. We all remember