A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

It had been ages since I’d been included in a conversation. I started to tell the men my Keepers knew how to build a transport and stopped mid sentence. For the last long time I’d been heavily chastised for interrupting.

“Why do you talk and then stop, Ciara?“ Master Kein asked pulling me onto his lap. “Did you forget what you had planned to say?”

“No, Master Kein,” I answered embarrassed, “the Keepers don’t Like to hear me talk most of the time. They only like to talk to one another.

I’m trying to learn not to interrupt.”

“We will speak with them,” Master Damien said patting my head, “we wish you to be happy.

“It really doesn’t matter, Master Damien, I’m only happy when I’m with you all. I don’t care about talking to them,” I freely admitted.

fire. They told me about

a compound and how to

classes on all the different types of slaves they kept,

to know everything about

E L A ‘s L I B R

seemed to upset them. The women used them almost daily for sex. Master Damien said he assumed they were sold each afternoon to a different group of women. The women were different from what the men were used to. They only fought them if Master Damien

all sat and looked into the fire. Talking about their new life seemed to depresses them. I couldn’t stand to

I said kneeling in front of him, “but I could dance for you. I don’t really need the music anyhow. Would you like to

forgotten our surprise. Would you like to be

confused and excited. This whole day had been a

I heard them bustle in and out of the cabin. Chairs creaked as they took their

when the first chords were played. Master Kein sat beside the fire and watched me as his fingers deftly moved over