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.

do you know about courtesans, Ciara? Were you one?” he

talk about them. Courtesan

chance for a bath diminished and

us about

courtesans I knew about were all women. I just allowed the word “human” to suffice to explain them and let the men assume

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

the power in this arrangement we have with

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. I was just

their patrons, the people that paid them. Those patrons were

carefully as he considered this

women do sometimes talk with their men,” Kein

women, but I have never heard what they say,” Damien