A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Master Damien and his Brothers were confused by my line of thinking. They’d never heard of evolution. No one had ever talked about how creatures came to be. They just were. Master Christof found if fascinating.

Our internal musings were cut short as a man strode into the hall and broke up the men standing around. He called for the men to move to their daily jobs.

“Mistress Nu-reeh didn’t leave assignments for your family, Damien,” the man said. “The rest of you know where you should be.”

The crowd dispersed quickly. Most went toward the large exit at the end of the hall.

Master Damien led me into their rooms. They lit the smokeless torches and the central fire pit in the main room. Warmth spread out in the space as I explored their living areas.

It looked surprisingly like the compound. Large arched doorways separated the different rooms, giving the space an open feeling. There was no eating area. I poked my head from the sitting area into the bedroom and then through the doorway to the bathroom.

The cold stone floor I’d been used to walking on in the main hall was covered in here. There were animal skins over the main areas of the floor, making a soft area to step.

rooms. Everything was draped in the shade of blue they considered their color. I touched the various

off the main room. Just like at the compound, I thought. The men gasped

doing

about cleaning for my fake

Angela’s Library

I bled,” I started to say and the men surrounded

couldn’t understand why I’d been left alone, and they were furious I was used to clean for the men

like to clean,” I stammered. “It gave me something to do. The bleeding is normal. I think

really did Like to clean. It made me happy to see things neater once I was done. I had been

was related to stopping the drink, they would make Rue and

will let us lay the whip

of the whip, Brothers,” Master Christof assured