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.

imagined how I would sound when I saw Master Damien

them said, as he bent down and

surprise the surrounding men. I suddenly realized I never spoke to the men I called Master and they never touched me. Using

mentioned the bath house. No one ever said it had been a good idea. I don’t think these men could

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

addressed me, “you said your men-stru-ation comes each

days, Master,” I told him, “but the bleeding usually only

different here.

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men talked so long at the table, I thought the conversation would never end. Having learned not to

came

men decided fairly rapidly they couldn’t put me in the box every time. I was weak and obviously ill from that experience. Men with human