A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I was outnumbered. Pushing the memories away I let their combined consciousness take over. The girls would be fine and we would be fine. The worry floated away and I let it go.

“Good girl,” Evan praised as he poured warm water over my hair to start cleaning it.

The bath was just what all of us needed. It was warm and relaxing. The water washed away the strain in their muscles as they cleaned away the dirt.

The men weren’t particularly bothered by being dirty, but the cleanliness was expected of them. As children they had been trained that lack of concern over one’s physical being indicated weakness. A man must keep himself in top condition at all times.

I remembered my uncles for a moment. They’d never bathed well enough to wash away the stale sweat or the odor of alcohol. Of course worrying over their physical health had been the last thing on their list. I remembered Uncle Eddy with his paunchy gut and toothless smile.

“Earth is a strange place,” Christof said laughing at my memories. We finished the bath and I was in much better spirits. The men were glad for my settled state of mind.

told me quietly as

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acting so strange. Damien and his Brothers would make the rounds and find out what was going

safe leaving me with her. She would keep me from silly thoughts. They settled me at the table she was at and

to have me back. She’d been trying to work on the stories herself, but she didn’t know enough words. Her owners’ Mistress, Mistress Catna, wanted her productive. Rose had been making blankets for men in the compound, but enjoyed writing a great deal more. Since I was here, we

chairs and talked for a moment before Rose insisted we do some work. The woman that owned Rose’s men was quite insistent she not be lazy. Rose was terrified of the woman. She pressed the pad she’d been given into

came up with what to write about and Rose made it sound good. I thought for several

scars,” I offered drawing the symbol for that horrible creature absently

a drawn replica of the Scar from many different angles. She

asked,

resembled a scientific journal article written for specialists. I read