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.

the woman had to be kept tied to the bed. When it was sent to the Child Keepers, I thought we’d never hear the end of

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

that part, but I ignored it. My curiosity had

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who sold the boy and

the other woman did. She put the boy in a family. What I heard at the

strike you as unusual?” Master Damien asked. “They seem

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

Damien scoffed and cupped my cheek as though examining me, “Only wondering why this happened to

unusual. That was what they had wanted to

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 described the life of

Long does it Last?” Master Evan