A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Not for the first time on this planet, I made up my mind I would be happy. There was no point in dwelling over what might happen. In order to survive I just had to make these new men pleased.

My second owners were so different from the men I was used to. My first owners had been exuberant and boisterous. These men just seemed different. They preferred seclusion and quiet conversation. I finally decided, my new owners were quintessential nerds.

These men thought about everything and always seemed to be studying something different. Their quarters were crowded with the things they were Learning about. It struck me that’s what I was too, a fun hobby when the mood took them.

Unlike Master Damien and his Brothers, my new Masters were very interested in how much my care cost. They talked about all the things I needed in terms of parts and fuel, which I found confusing. I didn’t think it was my parts and my fuel they discussed.

The worms were the first thing to go. The men stopped feeding them to me and watched me closely. When I didn’t get ill and didn’t lose weight, they seemed satisfied that was something I didn’t need.

They really detested the drink I took in the morning. The one with Long dark hair studied it one day using one of the strange devices they had made. He boiled it and appeared to distill it. He said it wasn’t nutrients at all. Eventually, they stopped giving it to me. I didn’t seem to be getting weaker or sicker, so I didn’t worry about it.

about, though. One day, for no apparent reason, they told me I was not to

to hear me speak. They liked to hear me argue even less. Breathing deep, I agreed to this new

place. Even if I

I did find one thing to be glad about. They stopped pulling

to feel one

and it had my new

one of them told me, “that is

complimented them on their new

“You

Angela’s Library

Masters,” I

Keepers I had a name. People spoke to me and didn’t just fire questions. I