A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“Your mark is always on me, Master Damien,” I said soothingly touching my stomach. “I know that you care for me everyday. It never occurred to me that without your collar, you would not think of me as yours.”

They were silent and I chanced a glance up. Their eyes were softer as Master Kein placed the jewelry in my nipples. My argument had worked.

“We are not Master in this room, Ciara. Did you forget that?” Damien asked instead.

“Hello, Damien,” I smiled looking up at him.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

I touched the lines of strain around his eyes and they softened slightly. I pulled on his shoulders until his lips came down to mine.

I whispered before

each of them with a kiss and spoken affection. They relaxed and took off their weapons. Still dressed they settled on

they talked, I listened. I only spoke to get more detail or to agree.

the women and their new Life. Damien did not want to be a General. A General led the men, Damien didn’t mind that. He hated knowing every order he gave came from the women. They were slaves to the demands of the women and

they harm you?” I

Perhaps pain and humiliation was at the root. Slaves could be

Evan grunted sprawling across my Lap, “we

you?” I asked stroking Evan’s hair. “Are you kept

and I ran a hand up

be sold to their cousins in the

back and throwing a hand over his

said, “perhaps