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.

how I would sound when

course you have missed us,” one of them said, as he bent

interaction seemed to surprise the surrounding men. I suddenly realized I never spoke to the men I called Master and they never touched me. Using the moment of confusion, my

house. No one ever said it had been a good idea. I don’t

then returned to the eating area. A man brought food to the table

addressed me, “you said your men-stru-ation comes each lunar cycle on your world. How

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

different here. We can anticipate it will not follow the

N G E L A ‘s L I B

end. Having learned not to interrupt, I just sat as they determined what they

they came to a

fairly rapidly they couldn’t put me in the box every time. I was 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 issue