A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“She’s doing really well, I think,” I said while we ate. “Damien should be happy to know his daughter is faring so well.”

The identical blank look I got from the two of them was comical.

“On my planet,” I explained, “a male breeder would worry about his offspring.”

Bane took another portion of meat and seemed to be differing the conversation to Christof.

“You didn’t know your male-breeder,” Christof said thoughtfully. “You only knew men from your female breeder’s Line.”

That flustered me. Of course Christof would have pulled from my memories something that seemingly insubstantial.

breeder,” “would worry

to get back

piece of meat and

learned from him. He

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he was right, in a way. Damien was supremely confident because he was the best. Obviously any offspring of his, especially one that learned from him, would

Little less worried about my daughter. She was female, which obviously denoted power. She was Damien’s daughter, which again denoted power. That made me feel better,

me quizzically as he stretched, “You are a strange

supposed to be returned after they “found” me. Bane didn’t think this would go

the damned shopkeeper got himself lost wandering in the mountains,” he groused complaining

with Ciara,” Christof interrupted patting Bane’s back. “This

celebrated outside. It was voices I recognized from last evening. They burst in the door and