A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Laying beneath the green blankets I fell quickly to sleep. I dreamed of Master Damien and his Brothers all night Long.

The next morning one of the men woke me. I asked him his name and he told me to call him and all his Brothers ‘Master’. Evidently, I would not be talking to them much. The man that woke me took me to the shower and cleaned me completely.

My first shower with this new Master was practical. The man used the sponge to clean most of my body. When it came to the sensitive bits between my legs he used his fingers. I flinched and backed away inadvertently. This new Master just grabbed my hip and held me still as he cleaned every nook and fold. He was almost disinterested in the task.

I dreaded the plug. It was so degrading to be cleaned and prepared that way. I had no control over such a personal thing. It was awful.

This new Masters didn’t really seem bothered either way. He did each step with clinical detachment. Once they were done he stood me up and moved right to the silky rub.

When Master Evan had rubbed me with the purple goo, he always lingered on the places I Liked. It was a morning massage as much as a skin treatment. This new man made no such alterations. It was rubbed in and then he was done.

walking out of the bathing

A ‘s L I B

Language. I told him and he repeated the word until he could say it. In between bites, I was instructed to teach

slave. They cleaned me and kept the annoying thing in my bottom, but otherwise did not touch me. I was glad, but I couldn’t help but find

apartment at night. I waited for them to descend on my body the way Master Damien and his Brothers had. At some point I was certain they

in my physical self, other than it was cleaned and fed. They made me tell them about Earth. These Masters

some aspect of life on Earth was explored. They made me relive moments from the most mundane to the most exciting. I spent seven day cycles explaining

I was threatened that if they spoke it to another Earth slave and I had lied, they would have me whipped. I did the best

wasn’t teaching my new owners, they acted like

and watching their family like I was merely a piece of the furniture. I was useful when they wanted me

me, I was not to interrupt them. I learned that very quickly. Their conversations with one another were complicated and I was chastised if I interjected. The truth, I soon realized,

enjoyed difficult time consuming tasks and I was never asked to