A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I recognized the men that were my fake Masters. They Lay listlessly on pallets beside one another. They reeked and weren’t moving.

Master Kein approached the men and waved a hand in front of their open eyes. The men on the pallets didn’t seem to notice him. They just lay silently, staring straight ahead.

It wasn’t safe to talk here, so the internal conversation took over. We weren’t friends with these men. They had been useful, but we were angry at how they had used our Ciara. No one wanted to fix them.

“Nu-reeh said to,” I said out Loud and Master Damien placed a finger over my lips.

We didn’t know how to fix their bond. Damien’s family was not a family of Healers, we were Warriors. These men were not friends with us, we didn’t know anything about them.

“I know them,” I told Master Damien and he looked harshly at me, “and I know they need to be cleaned up.”

Master Evan was irritated with my persistence. None of us knew how to fix someone else’s bond. Had it been friends we would try, but these men were not friends.

loud and

minor pain dissuade me. I was fairly certain Nu-reeh was capable of much

Evan stalked up and got right in my

Angela’s Library

do not know how to fix them,” he whispered. “We cannot

by Nu-reeh steeled my faltering determination

“I say we can.”

toe to toe staring at one

whispered, now we

Ciara

Master Bane stood undecided for a moment looking between Master Evan

clean pallets and we need to wash

We would do what I said, if