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.

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

darkness. A small torch lay unused by the pit. I held

Whoever was laying in a lump on the floor I was evidently supposed to feed. I

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

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

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

at all. My hand went instinctively to

tugged futilely at the chain attaching him to the wall

wake up,” I whispered urgently in his

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

the door.

needs help!”