A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

It was done and decided. I was not their slave anymore. My men were satisfied.

I fought the collective opinion and I could feel the disconnect causing a headache.

“Iam still a slave. You are still my Masters, There is nothing else I can do on this planet. If you don’t claim me, someone else will. I am not strong enough on my own, remember?” I asked.

Their sudden decision had me worried. I knew the reason everyone left me alone was because I was theirs. Without my powerful Masters, I was as good as dead.

“You are not a slave,” Master Evan insisted. “We could never part from you. You are part of us, you are family.”

“Do you want to be a slave?” Master Bane asked incredulous. “I know you don’t. I can’t understand your resistance.” I breathed deeply and tried to calm my rampaging thoughts.

“If I walk out of that flap,” I said pointing to the main door, “and tell those men I am not owned by Master Damien and his Brothers, what do you think will happen to me?”

thing to do,” Master Kein said echoing the thought

blinked and tried to focus on why they had to claim me as a

because I am owned by you all. If you stop claiming me,

don’t like slavery anymore,” Master Evan

are family,

put the knitting needles down and tried to make them see reason. “You can tell me that, Master Evan,

valid point,” Master Damien conceded. “Since we do not wish to see you harmed, we will still call you our slave. We will all know

Angela’s Library

said politely, feeling happy

Master if it’s just

taken a long time, but they had finally seen what he

“free things should be left free.” “Can we still use

seem possible. They knew I loved what they did to me when I wasn’t pregnant. The collective decided I would still have