A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“I cannot do it. It is worse than before, we are completely broken.”

“No, Master Damien, that’s not true,” I said softly.

“You are with your Brothers. Your bond will be repaired. Eat a few bites for me, please, Master Damien.”

The expression on his face was heart breaking. I just wanted to comfort him, but I was determined to help him. I ignored his pained Look and helped prop him up, so I could feed him a few bites.

The impression I got was they had not eaten in some time, the other man had been quite insistent. For now, Master Damien didn’t refuse and took the warm gruel. Soon he had finished the entire bowl. His eyes drifted shut and he settled back after he was done.

My lower back was sore and my belly ached slightly as I struggled to my feet, but I ignored it. One of them had eaten. That had to be a good thing. Hopefully, Nu-reeh would be pleased and the most I would suffer would be an aching back.

I tried to feed Master Kein next, but he just stared at me dully when I managed to wake him. In an effort to gain his attention I pulled his hand to my breast. I petted myself with his fingers until he was more alert. Still, he refused to speak or acknowledge what I wanted him to do.

inspiration I put a dollop of the gruel over my right nipple. It was warm and heavy

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off my flesh. Stubborn man refused to take it any other way for the remainder of the meal. Every bite he ate was

made my breasts feel heavy and full. By the time Master Kein was done something strange had started to happen. A bluish fluid

eaten. Using a rag I wiped away the sticky feeling and errant breast milk, but it continued to appear in little beads. It would stop when it wanted to, I supposed. No time to worry about it now as Master Kein settled back on his mat and closed his eyes. There

next. I knelt on his mat and sat the bowl down. Perhaps I could persuade him to sit up if he was awake, I

pulled down. He moved swiftly rolling onto me and hovering over me while watching the line of fluid that had been

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of milk from the top of my stomach to my nipple. It

sucked. It was disappointing when he stopped and fondled my nipples with

to smile. He’d removed the nipple rings that held the

sure I wasn’t producing enough milk to make a substantial meal for a full grown man, so I