A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“I took you to the clearings in the forest,” he said, “I always knew where I was going. You were very fond of wandering, though. I never understood it.”

They were being impossible, so I changed my tact. I pointed to a hill in the distance and asked if we could go see it. Having a destination made the men feel better and we walked in that direction.

I asked about all the different little plants around us. There were also several sets of tracks made by animals. They seemed happy to tell me about the animals that had made the prints in the ground.

What I really wanted to know about was that strange sexual encounter we had just had. What was the purpose of me not calling them Master in the bedroom? It seemed like it was important to them, but I couldn’t figure out why. I was disgusted with myself for not having the courage to talk about it. Instead, I just made small talk and enjoyed their company.

Over the next four days, I never asked them about the strange new rule.

We made Love daily, sometimes twice daily, and the new rule stuck. They did not want to be called Master in the bedroom, ever.

in bed was way down or I never would have survived.

men seemed to be doing the

you again, Ciara,” Master Damien told me. “You

understand, Master Damien. It was a

to take their colors off of me, I didn’t cry. I

in several Layers of the dull brown cloth. The cold weather in the early evening would chill my sensitive skin. I smiled sadly knowing

was setting as I stood on the transport next to my temporary Masters. They Looked like they had been to hell and back, but they were happy about it. I imagined most men on this world must enjoy

else the way Master Damien and his Brothers Lived would be seen as

A ‘s L I B R A R

and his Brothers hated the women and had unlimited access to them.

me. I was kept for them, if they didn’t want me I would certainly be sold. The very idea of being owned and used

the Keepers I couldn’t contain my excitement. I told