A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I heard feet approaching behind me, but I didn’t dare turn my face from Nu-reeh.

“It made them happier, though,” she mused. “Continue to be their comfort and I will continue to let you live.”

Before I could answer a hand was across my face, nearly smothering me. I was pulled back against my attacker. I had no idea what was going on.

The hands parted and I saw men using two small jars to cover me with cream. It was the calming cream, I recognized the small jars. The way the men were using them, I’d sleep for a week.

“Mistress,” I called frantically, “this is too much cream!”

She ignored me and I suddenly didn’t care anymore. The men released me and I slid to my knees. I would have smashed my face into the rock in front of me when I fell, but a hand caught my hair. The last thing I remembered was staring down the long, winding trail I’d walked for so many days.

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like I had been laying in the same position for hours. I tried

open. The world was held in hazy relief,

my other side and with great effort I turned my head. A fire burned low beside me. Just beyond the fire I saw a sight that made me

showed me in the caves was creeping up to me. It’s bite could kill me; I knew that much. In vain I tried

A woman was killing the spider

worry, but I couldn’t. Sleep was a more pressing issue and I fell back into

and I woke up. My face was toward the fire and I opened my eyes to see it blazing mightily. Someone had piled it high,

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men’s voices. They were hunting, looking for something. I heard one of them

of me. Several hollowed out gourds sat around me like someone had been using them. Pelts of dead