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.

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

but it wasn’t possible. My men didn’t feel

college, to be exact,” I said Looking around. “I had planned to apply to take classes the next semester. If I got a degree, I could get a better job,” I explained. “I wanted to teach,” I told them as they walked around the

at the motel I had my application all filled out. I had been figuring out how to

like everything else. I would never be able to do anything Like this. I was taken and trapped on a

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

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him in the dream.

not present in dreams. The anger rolled through me and I wanted to escape them. I hated what

as I could, but I could not escape them. When I turned to look they were always merely

great and I crumbled beneath it. Moving quickly I went into the bathing room and sat cross legged on

belly and prayed for my child. Her life

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