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.

ordered walking out of the bathing room, “it is

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me held up his bowl and asked me what I called it in my first Language. I told him and he repeated the word until he could say it. In between bites, I was instructed to teach them the names of all the things around us. It was

me and kept the annoying

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 would

my physical self, other than it was cleaned and fed.

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 the inside of a

months I had to speak English. They ordered me to teach them the entire language. I was threatened that if they spoke it

owners, they acted

keep them busy. They were always doing something. Often I found myself sitting and watching their family like I was merely a piece of the furniture. I was useful when they wanted me to be and nonexistent

learned that very quickly. Their conversations with one another were complicated and I

did things in their spare time Like take apart transport pads in the sitting area. They enjoyed difficult time consuming tasks and I was never asked to participate. Unless they were asking about Earth, they didn’t speak to me. For