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.

the long stretches of closed in caves, there was no one watching. Once you moved deep into the mountain a single camera would occasionally watch

women didn’t really care what the men

were too many entrances and exits. If there were an attack you’d

of defenders necessary to hold off an invasion. The way it stood now all your fighters would be busy watching openings that may or may not be attacked and none would be in reserve. The danger would come at you from all sides. The attackers should be funneled to a few key access points. The men were surprised the women had

wasn’t designed, though,” I argued as we walked down

women mined here and then used it once the mining was done. This is a secondary use for

ignorance of defensive strategy. If the women were just passing through, camping here would be fine. The women knew

much had

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entered the short hallway to our

in military tactics. Bane was right, from his perspective. The women had left themselves wide

entered. They called a greeting to