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

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

they finally decided. No Healers

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

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about the dream.

was insanity, I’d

bed was cleaned up the men put their ornamentation on me. The chain around my waist was slightly tighter. It had to be shifted up a Little father than was

nausea. That made them feel better about not calling the Healers. As we left for the Keepers their

came, I did my best to ignore. It took time, but I got better about not faltering every time one struck. At least that

Damien and his Brothers. I saw fantastic places

there. I cheered as they battled other men and learned all their moves. I imagined every place they had ever been on this world. In

go to sleep every night and spend time