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 you moved deep

he understood what thecameraswere for. The women didn’t really care what the

hard to defend. There were too many entrances and exits.

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

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

mining was done. This is a secondary use for

If the women were just passing through, camping here would be fine.

knowing how much had probably been pulled from these

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entered the short hallway

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

lounging in the pool as we entered. They called a greeting to Damien and we responded. I was stripped of my outfit and we all got into the