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.

at night. They had

to climb safely down, though. The men inspected the length of the shelf, counting their steps. It was

what the rocks were for. Christof had done a similar chore when he was

Ciara, I’m sure,” Evan said. “I am quite

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room, this would be so much worse. At Least with the sorting room there was a point to the

daylight left.

attempted to entertain them. I sang and told stories, anything to make

The wind was cold and the men felt the chill even through their jackets. It got worse as the sun dipped Lower in the sky. The mountains were not a

in front of us and we all stared at her. She dropped a

know why you are here?”