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

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

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

not an uncomfortable temperature, but my hands were still regaining feeling from the freezing trip here. A motion along the wall

in darkness. A small torch lay unused by

was laying in a lump on the floor I was evidently supposed to feed. I crept closer and

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

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

didn’t move again, so I stepped closer. The face was bruised and

He didn’t rouse at all. My hand went instinctively to his

at the chain attaching him to the wall and it

I whispered urgently in

very bad. The women had nearly killed him. I had no idea how I was supposed to

the torch and looked wildly toward the door. The

help!”