A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“Ciara,” Master Damien scolded looking askance at me. “That was an embarrassingly Light punishment and we are not weak men. Stop with this line of thinking.”

We arrived back at our quarters and my men cleaned and wrapped their wounds. I tried to help, but they had done this before and knew what to do for one another. They pecked me on the lips and made their way to the mating chamber in good humor

Despite the irritation the men had at the thought, I still believed that they were strange creatures. The pain didn’t even phase them. They barely acknowledged it, yet they would rather die than Live without even one Brother.

“We’re tough,” Master Bane had argued.

“Not easily undone,“ Master Evan had informed me.

Strange nonetheless, I still thought.

That afternoon I sat in our apartment and experienced my men mating with the women. Since I didn’t have anyone talking to me, I was forced to really feel what my men went through.

took Master Evan. Dinah took

the group. Here in the mountains the women made no show of allowing men

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let the women mount them. That is how the men were always taken, unless the women felt kind. If the

friend and her vaginal area literally sucked him in. Within moments the tight heat of her sex had him hard

suckers could be used to drag the penis into

prior impotence in the face of his stress had been unheard of. Since he was functional again the women took him like he was a rare treat that might dry up at any time. Dinah

their chosen men and then released them. When they were ready to fight and fuck, they took them again.

that, too. The women always made a point to dig into their sensitive spots. This was a

sleep Later that night still wondering about this strange and bizarre world. Tonight it was dreams of the wide plains Leading to the mountains. I was

came to teach me again

Something had happened in the sorting room and all the men were working to fix it. They were frustrated and annoyed, which kept

family names specifically. By the time my tutors left I understood the marks men wore on their shoulders. They were brands that