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

Damien would be very displeased if I was taken for study. He would

to heal myself, they finally decided. No Healers could be

I cleaned the box. I realized as I cleaned there were two messes in there. The vomit was one, the second was the wet sticky goo from

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myself, I thought about the dream.

insanity, I’d gladly

on me. The chain around my waist was slightly tighter. It had

reasoned I must be healthy to be gaining weight, despite my nausea. That made them feel better about not calling the Healers. As we left for the

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 appeared more normal, even if I didn’t feel

Master Damien and his Brothers. I saw fantastic places in my dreams. It felt Like the men

cheered as they battled other men and learned all their moves. I imagined

his Brothers. We did everything together. I hungered to go to sleep every night and spend time