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.

close to it. The room was not an uncomfortable temperature, but my hands were still regaining feeling from the freezing trip here.

was cast in darkness. A small torch lay unused by the pit.

on the floor I was evidently supposed to feed. I crept closer and recognized the type of

and a very short chain attached him to the wall. His clothing was what I was used to from the compound, leather pants, leather

shirt was sprayed with blood. His pants were a soiled mess on

I stepped closer. The face was bruised and bloodied.

all. My hand went instinctively to his chest. He had a heart beat and his warm breath

the chain attaching him to the

up,” I whispered urgently in his

Looked bad, very bad. The women had nearly killed him. I had no idea how

up the torch and looked wildly toward the door. The two men from before were

help!” I