A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“Carry these rocks up that hill,” she pointed. “Pile them at the top. Work quickly, I will punish you if you are lazy.”

I Looked up the Long slope and then at the pile of rough, heavy looking rocks, It wasn’t clear to me why this grouping of rocks needed to be moved, but I didn’t argue. I just set myself to work as Nu-reeh flew away.

The rocks were nominally heavy, the real issue was the incline. It was steep and long. I walked as quickly as I could and piled the rocks at the top.

The work was hot and dirty. Some of the stones were covered in a Layer of thick dried muck. It stuck to me, stuck to my clothes, and got in my hair.

At noon that strange filling food and a jug of water were given to me. The woman delivering the food demanded I work faster. I wasn’t nearly as far along as I should be.

When the sun set I was delivered back to Nu-reeh’s quarters. She fed me my dinner and demanded I work on the outfit. I worked until I nearly fell asleep sitting over it and then crawled to lay down by the fire.

days took on a terrible monotony. I moved stones all day. It

me Long to realized I moved the same pile of rocks up the hill every day. Part of me was tempted to just

intervals weight dropped from me almost daily.

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bathing was also prohibited by my new Mistress. The streaks of dirty sweat caking my features seemed to please her. I truly looked the part of the

She had me wash and wrap it. The healing cream was applied to it generously. I failed to understand why that cut was healed and

often thought of Hannah. I hoped her life would be filled with wonderful adventures. I wondered where she was and what she was doing. Looking ruefully down at my heavy load, I knew it was better than how I was

Sometimes it was songs I had made up, other times it was songs I had heard. Anything

I worked. She Looked at me as though there was a question she wanted to ask.

me, “foot

and I placed the stone I had been carrying