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? Were you one?” he

other humans talk about them. Courtesan

holding me. My chance for a bath diminished and I looked longingly

us about

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

humans. They did it as a job for money,

the power in

I’d never expected to need to use this knowledge to keep them alive. There was no plan. I was just

their patrons, the people that paid them. Those

Christof’s face carefully as he considered

with their men,” Kein said sitting

the women, but I have never