A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

The story my owners made up was quite believable. The cleaners had interfered with a delicate experiment, my owners wanted to do their own cleaning now. It was an oddity in the compound, but as a rule, my owners were an oddity. They only demanded that the supplies be brought to them once every eight days.

During the day I still went to the Keepers, but at night I was truly their slave. Once we were back in the apartment they stripped me of my one outfit and I was put to work. I scrubbed and cleaned the apartment top to bottom as they engaged in their research.

My temporary owners had carefully debated if I really needed to go to the Keepers at all. They could save that money entirely if I just stayed in their rooms. Lucky for me, they decided that would be too obvious. The other slave owners might notice if I disappeared altogether.

The men brought out the brown outfits early one morning and I squealed with delight. They found the sound annoying and told me never to make it again. The smile never left my face despite the scolding. We were going to see my Masters.

Their transport went faster than the other transports in the area.

Several Warriors raced them as we headed to the mountains. These men had made the transport they owned far superior to anyone else’s. I knew that it pleased them to win the little races, in their own way, they were very competitive.

my hands waiting anxiously for the time I would get to see my owners, my friends, and my lovers. I wished I had a gift for them. If I’d thought about it I could have sewed their symbol onto a piece of cloth and given it to them. Quite quickly I rejected

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bolted for the door. My temporary owners stopped me and made me wait for them. They started the fire and inspected the Little dwelling. It took forever in

my collar came off I wished them fun with the women

days we have without you, slave,” one of them said sounding happy. “Five days of women and fighting, we are very Lucky men. I have no idea what you do for Damien and his Brothers, but I assume they are happy to

that said he removed my collar

paced the little room for several moments. I tried to kneel, but I was too excited. After checking outside for the third time and letting the hot air out, I decided to try to

used. Men must come here occasionally,

supplies and started to sweep. Soon I was singing and cleaning to my heart’s content. I decided the cabin should and would be

as bad as the main room and I cleaned and straightened it. Since I was alone in the bedroom, I was still singing

looked into five sets of eyes I

clothing was still fine and nice. Their features just looked angry and