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

wasn’t possible. My men didn’t feel anxiety

to take classes the next semester. If I got a degree,

motel I had my application all filled out. I had been figuring out how to work the financial aid the state offered. It was complicated, but

else. I would never be able to do anything Like this. I was taken and

misdirected, he believed. They took good care of me. I had done a horrible job of looking after

‘s L I B R A

the dream.

barriers to such an outburst existed in my conscious mind and that was not present in dreams. The anger

I ran as far as I could, but I could not escape them. When I turned

loss was too great and I crumbled beneath it. Moving quickly I went into the bathing room and sat

pregnant belly and prayed for my child.

persuaded the other men to let me