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.

you, Damien,” I whispered before I

of them with a kiss and spoken affection. They relaxed and took

the bed for a Long time. Well, they talked, I listened. I only spoke to get more detail or to agree.

hated 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

you?” I asked

humiliation was at the root. Slaves could be treated in any way at all. I had to help them, so I had

across my Lap, “we

you?” I asked stroking Evan’s hair.

and I ran a hand up his arm

want to be sold to their cousins

Christof said laying back and

said,