A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

He raised an eyebrow at me and swung again landing the next hit in the same place on my other leg. I had expected him to hit with the entire length of the leather. He didn’t. Damien snapped the flogger each time kissing the skin with the implement.

“Thank you, Damien.”

The snap of the flogger was accompanied by the sting each time. It was a strange sensation, like an itch you can’t quite scratch. The sounds coming from my mouth could easily be described as a mix between pleasure and pain. I found myself raising up to meet the snaps involuntarily.

The men noticed and I felt their hands on my arms and my stomach further securing me to the bed. It was strange and unexpected that the gentle touch made me feel protected and cocooned. My muscles stopped straining against the rope and I relaxed further with each strike.

“Will you bite me?” Damien asked simply when he had reached the top of my thighs.

“No, Damien,” I panted almost wanting more.

on my torso and they slowly dragged them up across my prominent nipples until four sets of hands rested on my

moaning woman beneath them, taking the pain they offered with

standing

G E L A ‘s L I

he asked as

I whispered as he slowly

the opposite breast and moaned as each strand of leather caressed and then bit the supple

and again; I answered as many times as he asked. Each slap on

lips I won’t feel teeth, will I?” He asked

out did not please him. Damien made me

Damien, I will not bite you,” I promised and his fingers slid