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.

courtesans, Ciara? Were you one?” he

humans talk about them. Courtesan is an old

bed still holding me. My chance for a bath diminished and I looked longingly at the

us about them,” he

out the part that the courtesans I knew about were all women. I just allowed the word “human”

did it as a job for money, but often found themselves in positions of power,”

“Where is the power in

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

that paid them. Those

face carefully as he

talk with their

speak to the women, but I have never heard what they