A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“No, Damien, I am a slave. You do not pay me and I cannot ask for days to go other places. We are different,” I assured him.

ALL the men were silent and they didn’t move to clean me. I felt sticky and was slowly leaking their cum; I wanted to bathe. Still, they just lay there around me.

“Humans are different,” Bane suddenly said. “That is why it is a happy slave.”

The men murmured agreement and I had to suppress the urge to roll my eyes. I wanted to explain to them I wasn’t happy being a slave; I’d just made up my mind to make the most of my life. Being miserable would just make me feel worse and I would still be a slave.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Finally, Christof rose from the bed and picked me up.

you know about courtesans, Ciara?

chuckled. “I heard other humans talk about them. Courtesan is an old word in my

My chance for a bath diminished and I looked longingly at the

about

I’d seen a show on the History channel at home. Strategically, I left out the part that the courtesans I knew about were all women. I just allowed the word “human” to suffice to explain them and let

my world were humans that were the sexual partners of other humans. They did it as a job for money, but often found themselves in positions

“Where is the power in

for sure; most of what I was saying was based on my best guesses. I’d never expected to need to use this knowledge to keep them alive. There was no plan.

patrons, the people that paid them. Those patrons were relaxed around the courtesans. It meant the courtesans could suggest things that

face carefully as he considered

women do sometimes talk with their

women, but I have