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.

“I used to wear clothes all the time. No

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

outfit was changed. I was in my collar and cuffs. My torso was wrapped

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told them, “this outfit would not have been good to wear at the place I

in

permanently read “Vacancy” flashed along the roadside. The men understood the sign through

outside his door in a lawn chair asleep and drooling. The place was dingy and they sensed my discomfort at walking here with

beer bottles I had cleaned up. As we passed room thirty

hall, but a woman had been brutally raped there one

my small room at the hotel, I showed them the things I was

bag in the toilet tank. Damien asked why