A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

When I became winded Master Damien called a halt to me and I knelt before him. He wanted me closer to him, so I crawled into his lap and rested.

“So, Ronal, you’ve seen a slave that had this problem before?” he asked stroking my stomach.

“Yes, many lunar cycles ago,” Ronal said simply.

“I believe they were from the red mountains.”

Master Evan was irritated. Ronal was being evasive and dragging this out. First the dancing and now he was giving the same information he’d already told them. Master Bane agreed and his anger started to rise. Their emotion was combining and mixing internally, readying to spill over.

Men don’t think right when their tempers are up, I reminded them and the fire all receded into the background.

“You’ve mentioned that, Ronal. What else do you know?” Master Damien asked calmly.

had to be kept tied

child even if it was mine. It would not be an outcast. The bit about us being “attached” to

I ignored it. My curiosity had to deal with how they sold the boy. Who made

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Ronal who sold the boy and the other

as hers. That’s what the other woman did. She put the boy in a family. What I

you as unusual?” Master Damien asked. “They

you that choose this Life,” Ronal said Looking confused.

cheek as though examining me, “Only

was unusual. That was what they had wanted to know and Ronal_ had inadvertently answered

My men had never seen things Ronal described, like nursing, but I had. They neglected to tell Ronal they were already intimately aware of what my breasts could produce. My Masters Listened intently as Ronal

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