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.

owners never touched me, but I felt their lack of interest in me made me weird.

I blurted out staring at

tree. The breeze blew and I played

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before Rose spoke. “What do you mean they don’t use

want them to, it’s just I feel it’s strange. Have there been other slaves the

why they buy us,

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

“It’s

next. “Have you made them angry?” she asked.

I can’t hope to answer adequately. I know they must be smart, they understand things at a level I never have. When I can’t answer questions they lock me

my chin and looked at