A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

The man I asked became enraged and told me not to speak of it; it was a secret. Another of my owners calmed him and told me when the small moon completed a cycle. That meant nothing to me. Time continued at its slow pace.

I woke up late one night and felt sticky, nasty and sticky between my legs. I dipped a hand down and it came back wet and dark in the moonlight. My brain took a minute to process and I realized I was having a very heavy period.

Jumping off the bed, I startled all my owners awake. They were used to my night time bathroom breaks, but this was different. I apologized and explained about human menstruation and told them I couldn’t have controlled the bleeding all over their bed.

I had hoped they wouldn’t be mad at me for leaving a spot on the covers. They weren’t mad, they were terrified. None of them believed me when I said that it was normal.

In the shower they brought in a bright light and made me spread my legs. They watched the blood flow out and inspected its origin. The cold of the bathroom wasn’t comfortable and I had cramps, too. I tried to explain that.

The men were beside themselves. They discussed calling the healer, but feared to do it for some reason. Finally, they seemed to get control of themselves.

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turn of the moon I would bleed Like this for five or six days. I used pads to soak up the blood when it came

in the bathroom

so it rested between my legs. They put me back to

hear what they were saying and that concerned me. Something told me

refused to let me go the Keepers and they didn’t want anyone to see this happen. They wrapped me in

all right. I had been put in the box multiple times before. In a way, I liked it for short periods. It was the only time I was alone. Quickly, it started to make me crazy, so they used the calming

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There was no telling how long it went on. They put me in the box after my morning routine, slathered me with cream and closed it. I awoke drowsy and confused at Lunch when they fed and let me relieve myself. More cream was placed on my head

out in the evening, with my bleeding nether regions wrapped up tight in a towel. The first night I couldn’t sleep, so more cream was used. By the time I stopped bleeding I was a

stumbled into the compound and sat dully in the sunshine outside. The light broke through the fog that seemed to have

cushions to me. We