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.

Everything was draped in the shade of blue they considered their

closet off the main room. Just

doing

been thinking about cleaning for my

Angela’s Library

left me at home when I bled,” I started to say and

I’d been left alone, and

The bleeding is normal. I think it started because they

to see things neater

with. If it was related to stopping the

let us lay the whip to them,” Master

are masters of the whip, Brothers,” Master Christof assured