A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I yawned loudly and Master Evan smoothed my hair. They’d worn me out earlier. If they finished what we had started earlier, I would be too tired to enjoy it. That did not particularly bother them, no one felt denied.

“It is time for sleeping,” Master Damien announced rising and stretching.

We crawled into bed as a group perfectly content to rest and I dropped off to sleep.

“Where are we?” Christof asked looking around the large crowded auditorium.

It was the school near the motel. This was a branch campus to the local community college. I had planned to attend the next semester’s courses.

“Again with the dreams, Ciara?” Damien questioned leaning his tall frame against a desk beside us.

I felt rushed and frantic. My pen was buried in the bottom of my bag and I’d never find it in time to take the test. The paper I was supposed to be filling out kept disappearing off the desk. Failure was imminent if I didn’t find a pen and hang onto the paper.

of me, “this is a dream. There is nothing to do. Tell us where this

but it wasn’t possible. My men didn’t feel anxiety in this

next semester. If I got a degree, I could get a better job,” I explained. “I

figuring out

dream had been ripped from me, just like everything else. I would

he believed. They took good care of me. I had done a horrible job of looking after myself. He shuddered remembering my

G E L A ‘s L I B R A

in the dream. “I was going to

the barriers to such an outburst existed in my conscious mind and that was not present in dreams. The anger rolled through me and I wanted to escape them. I hated what they

I ran through the halls of the school and onto the road. I ran as far as I could, but I could not escape them. When I

myself feel this. The sense of loss was too great and I crumbled beneath it. Moving quickly I

my

get me. He had persuaded the other men to let me be