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.

with my questions. I was happy my 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 in the compound not

blurted out staring at

The breeze blew and I played absently with

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were quiet for a moment before Rose

for sex. It’s not that I want them to, it’s just I feel it’s strange. Have there been other slaves the Warriors didn’t use for sex?” I

“That is why they buy us, Ciara. There

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

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

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

they must be smart, they understand things at a level I never have.

my chin and looked at