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 about

trying to get back

me a piece of meat and

a woman and she learned from him. He is the best.

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opened my mouth to argue and realized he was right, in a way. Damien was supremely confident because he was the best. Obviously any offspring of his, especially

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

stretched, “You are

told me that the shopkeeper was supposed to be returned after they “found” me. Bane didn’t think this would

in

have our time with Ciara,” Christof interrupted patting Bane’s

men left me, but voices returned fairly quickly. I heard the shouting and hollering as someone celebrated outside. It was voices I recognized from last evening. They burst in the door and I huddled on the floor in my blanket expecting