A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

The nausea was strong the next morning when I woke in the black box. I turned my head to the side and retched in the closed bed. It stunk and I was lucky to get it out without choking myself. When I retched a second time my head hit the top of the box and I felt a bump forming.

The smell just made me sicker.

That’s how my fake Masters found me when they pulled the bed out. I was covered in vomit and had a bruise forming on my head. It was the worst situation I’d ever woken to and I include the day I woke to enslavement .

The men cleaned me with concern on their faces. Something was wrong, they just couldn’t figure out what. Still, they debated about calling the Healers.

“If it is unusual, they will want to study it, the same way we wish to study it,” one of the men said.

“Damien and his Brothers. talking. another Brother said and then stopped

Brothers. Master Damien would be very displeased if I was taken for study. He would destroy these men just for fun if

would have to heal myself, they finally decided. No Healers

reeked of my vomit, so after breakfast I cleaned the box. I realized as I cleaned there were

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was insanity, I’d gladly take

around my waist was slightly tighter. It had to be shifted up a

must be healthy to be gaining weight, despite my nausea. That made them feel

strange rhythm for me over the next fifty three days. The emotions and errant thoughts that came, I did my best to ignore. It took time, but I got better about not faltering every time one struck. At least that meant

I saw fantastic places in my dreams. It felt

learned all their moves. I imagined every place they had ever been on

to go to sleep every night and spend time with my lovers and friends. I knew it was