A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“How is it you were able to buy a slave?”

“This is not your concern,” my owner said stepping out of the pool.

For the first time, my owners seemed uncomfortable. I judged it was due to the amount of negative attention they were getting. Usually everyone just ignored them or was put off by their cold, contemptuous answers.

Their usual tactics to evade the attention of the other Warriors were not working.

I watched as they came toward me. The other men had not Let up and were actually following them. When they got close enough to me, I spoke up.

“Masters, I am so glad you returned. I missed you so much,” I said as authentically as I could.

sound when I saw Master Damien and his Brothers

us,” one of them said, as he bent

the men I called Master and they never touched me. Using the moment of confusion, my owners exited the pool and walked me

mentioned the bath house. No one ever said it had

returned to the eating area. A man brought food to the table and we

comes each lunar

told him, “but the bleeding usually only lasts for four

different here,” the man said directing his comments to his Brothers, “time is different

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the table, I thought the conversation would never end. Having learned not

they came to a

weak and obviously ill from that experience. Men with human slaves had told them using the box for too many days caused that problem. It was a well known