A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Instead Christof picked out the sandwich I had made and looked at it. I explained I brought food with me when I came here and he tasted it, as did his Brothers. They also tasted the applesauce and pudding cups I’d brought. They found the flavor not very interesting, but the texture of the applesauce was disgusting to them.

“Come into the water,” I ordered laughing. “That’s where all the fun is!

I dove into the churning ocean and went down deep. The men followed and I pointed out the fish in my memories to them. They wanted to go in the caves deeper down, but I couldn’t show them that.

“I never went that deep,” I told Master Christof underwater, “and if I got stuck in the caves I wouldn’t have a way to breath.”

We crawled onto shore and I looked down at myself. I was dressed Like I always was when I came to the beach. A faded grey t-shirt soaked and stuck to my skin and an old pair of cut off jeans.

“What is this?” Master Damien asked touching the torn denim fabric.

Luxuriating in the sun, “I used to wear clothes all

me. “My Brothers and I protect you, you do not need such thick fabric. We ornament you to show you in our colors. That

collar and cuffs. My torso was wrapped with a gauzy piece of blue

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not have been good to

understand, so in the

motel. The sign that permanently read “Vacancy” flashed along the roadside.

Life, I felt the men judging it. Albert, the motel’s most senior resident drunk, was sitting outside his door in a

memories they saw the pointless violence I had witnessed in this place. They saw the bloody beer bottles I had cleaned up. As

down a dark hall, but a woman had been brutally raped there one afternoon. After that happened I never walked that way again. Even in the dream, I feared that dark secluded hall. The men felt my

the hotel, I showed them the things I was

hidden in a plastic bag in the toilet tank. Damien asked why I put it there. He understood it was an odd place for something I considered of