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.

chose his family and they put the mark, the woman had to be kept tied

better. The women would mark the child even if it was mine. It would not be an outcast. The bit about us being “attached” to our children wasn’t really news to me, but it was to my

had about that part, but I ignored it. My curiosity had to deal with how they sold the boy. Who made sure his

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Ronal who sold the boy and the

the child as hers. That’s what the other woman did. She put the

Master Damien asked. “They seem to

than any of you that choose this Life,” Ronal said Looking confused. “You have some unusual attachment to

though examining me, “Only wondering why this happened to

his eyes and the understanding passed between us. The bond was unusual. That

things Ronal described, like nursing, but I had. They neglected to tell Ronal they were already intimately aware

Long does it Last?” Master Evan