A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I had no idea who he was talking about and just stood staring at the floor. He cursed several times and grabbed my chin forcing me to Look at him. The man pantomimed eating.

“Feed-them-this,” he said slowly enunciating each word and pointing to the pot.

“Do-you-understand?”

This was the mountains, I reasoned. Hopefully the same rules did not apply about not speaking to or looking at other men. They must not, because this man was demanding I answer him

Angela’s Library

“I understand you, sir,” squeaked out and he looked relieved.

The man turned on his heel and left without another word.

uncomfortable temperature, but my hands were still regaining feeling from the freezing trip here. A motion along

glow of the fire, the room was cast in darkness. A small torch lay unused by

I moved to where I had seen movement. Whoever was laying in a lump on the floor I was evidently supposed to feed. I crept closer and recognized the type

was a man, Laying on a pad on the floor. Around his neck was a thick metal collar and a very short chain attached him to the wall. His clothing was what I was used to from the compound, leather pants, leather boots, and white shirt. He didn’t move

man was filthy. Dirt was matted in a wound on his scalp and his shirt was sprayed with blood. His pants were a soiled mess on the front and ripped in several places. From the smell of it, the area around him was soaked

I stepped closer. The face was bruised and bloodied. His Lip was split, but I knew him. It

his head and called his name several times. He didn’t rouse at all. My hand went instinctively to his chest. He

tugged futilely at the chain attaching him

Kein, wake up,” I whispered urgently in his

didn’t move. He Looked bad, very bad. The women had nearly killed

looked wildly toward the door. The two men from before were standing just

help!”