A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

My owners seemed disappointed to have purchased such a stupid slave, but they did not sell me. However, they barely acknowledge they owned me. I had one outfit they put me in every day. They didn’t even name me. I was just ‘slave’. My Masters did the absolute minimum to care for me.

They did make sure all my needs were met, though. I was fed and housed.

Reminding myself of how the life of a slave should work, I focused on being grateful. Really there was only one thing the men did that was unpleasant for me.

My new Masters plucked the hair on my stomach to remove my old Master’s mark. They worked on it and kept it plucked daily. Secretly, I was glad they didn’t have it removed by the jelly creatures. Even after they were done, I could still feel my first Master’s insignia and that made me happy.

I often wondered what Master Damien had told these men to make them buy me. It was such a strange arrangement. Slaves here were used for sex, not information. We had names and were covered in ornamentation.

Finally I had the nerve to speak to my friends about it.

new owners never touched me, but I felt their lack of interest in me made me weird. Shrugging off the shame of being the only sex slave

use me,” I blurted out staring at the sand one

I were resting beneath a large shade tree. The breeze blew and I played absently with the edge of a large

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it’s just I feel it’s

Fuji said staring at me. “That is why they buy us,

about my home planet,” I told the girls. “I teach them to speak English.

have the one outfit,” Rose said softly. “It’s getting frayed at the edges, because you wear it every

made them angry?” she asked. “Is that why they don’t touch you

can’t hope to answer adequately. I know they must be

knees up to my chin and looked at the