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

chuckled. “I heard other humans talk about them. Courtesan is

My chance for a bath diminished and I looked longingly

about them,”

part that the courtesans I knew about were all women. I just

my world were humans that were the sexual partners of other humans. They did it

asked. “Where is the power in this arrangement

on my best guesses. I’d never expected to need to use this knowledge to keep them alive. There was no plan. I was just winging

throat, “human courtesans often talked to their patrons, the people that paid them. Those patrons were relaxed around

watched Christof’s face carefully as

sometimes talk with their men,”

have never heard what