A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“She will not allow Ciara to be harmed,” Bane soothed his Brothers. “We will merely be uncomfortable until she is satisfied.”

We took the time to inspect the cave thoroughly. A hole in the back was for waste, we’d already found the water we could drink or use to wash with. The blankets would provide minimal bedding on the hard, cold floor.

“Guess this is why she told us not to insert Ciara’s plug,” Evan said staring at the bleak interior.

Not Like any of us would be thinking about sex while we were here. This place was going to be uncomfortable and trying. Nu-reeh would make sure of our discomfort.

I felt guilty, my face was chilly, but not the rest of me. Evan had bundled me in my long blue dress and, not one, but three brown outer layers. I’d been dressed very warmly for this excursion.

“She instructed us to,” Damien said patting my shoulder.

many layers I’d be warm even at night. They had not understood the directive at first, now it made more

climb safely down, though. The men inspected the length of the shelf, counting their steps. It was perhaps a fifteen hundred steps each way. They found a pile of large

what the rocks were for. Christof had

sure,” Evan said. “I am quite certain we will have a

Angela’s Library

repetitive work. The men hated the sorting room, this would be so much

daylight left. The men took that as

the men and attempted to entertain

so far. The wind was cold and the men felt the chill even through their jackets. It got worse as

dropped in front of us and we all stared at her. She dropped a small, wrapped container on the ground and glared

know why you are here?”