A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Bane and Kein agreed with him. This did not count and it wasn’t the same thing.

“I will not vomit,” I laughed taking a big swig of the fizzy drink they’d had prepared; it was oddly settling.

I focused on my stomach and didn’t feel nauseated at all. They concentrated on me for a moment before they got back to eating. It would still be dishonorable to have me vomit my meal all over the floor.

“Told you the root would work,” Kein said emptying his plate a second time.

After dinner we took a Long, meandering walk to our rooms. The men were looking all over very surreptitiously. It became a game to find thecamerasnestled in the walls.

Kein was good and hard to beat. His sharp eyes could easily pick out the aberrations in the solid stone walls. It was Christof that determined the pattern, though.

mountains. One pointed to watch women Leaving and one pointed to watch them coming in. During the long stretches of closed in caves, there was no one watching. Once

didn’t really care what the men

imagined this mountain home had to be hard to defend. There were too many entrances and exits. If

may not be attacked and none would be in reserve. The danger would come at you from all sides. The attackers

though,” I argued as we walked down

and then used it once the mining was done. This

grunted his displeasure at such obvious ignorance of defensive strategy. If the women were just passing through, camping here would be fine. The women knew they would stay.

chided knowing how much had probably

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foolish,” Bane argued as we entered the short hallway to our

knew about defending your territory. It was crash course in military tactics. Bane

to Damien and we responded. I was stripped of my outfit