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.

but my hands were still regaining feeling from the freezing trip here. A

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

where I had seen movement. Whoever was laying in a lump on the floor I was evidently supposed

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

with blood. His pants were a soiled mess on the front and ripped in several places. From the smell of it,

closer. The face was bruised and bloodied. His Lip was split,

dropped to my knees beside his head and called his name several times. He didn’t rouse at all. My hand went instinctively to his chest. He had a heart beat and his

chain attaching him to the wall and it would not

I

lightly and he still didn’t move. He Looked bad, very bad. The women had nearly

toward the door. The

help!”