A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

It was the middle of the night when I was startled fully awake. I’d been sleeping lightly, following the pull of the Brothers. Now Christof was rising to take his turn at watch. He Looked over at me and motioned me back down. I should rest, this was just his turn.

My eyes were wide open, though. I rose and stretched.

“I’LL just sit with you for a moment,” I smiled quietly.

“For some reason I’m too restless to sleep.”

The men relented. I was awake and not at all sleepy. It shouldn’t harm me to sit up for a moment. I felt the other four fade into Light slumber as Christof and I walked toward the cave opening.

I’d experienced them take watch in the dreams. It was always the same. They took in the surrounding area and then settled on a place where they could monitor their Brothers’ safety most effectively.

actually been attacked by things in the night. There were things to look for, telltale noises that would indicate something creeping up on us. It wasn’t hard to do if you had experience and Damien’s family had

pallets. He bid us a good rest and patted his Brother on the shoulder. The closeness reassured

stones and I tagged along for the rest of the day. She fed me twice more, but not them. The men ate

eleven days. I was dirty, achy, and barely rested. Sleeping deeply was prohibited and for some reason I couldn’t anyway. All night my mind

concerned by their own circumstance, but worried about

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of this. I remembered seeing stories on the television about how some humans lived. They subsisted on

good in this situation. The family was together and not separated. We were fed and had water to drink. There was no use complaining about

She could keep us miserable or comfortable for even the smallest reason. The sooner we did her bidding without questioning, the

though,” Christof still said, “she’s never put this much work into making

encouraged independence. Something had changed, we just didn’t know