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.

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 into the mountain a single camera would occasionally watch places where men would

and he understood what thecameraswere for. The women didn’t really care what the men did, but comings and goings were monitored. The

to be hard to defend. There were too many entrances and exits. If there were an attack you’d waste valuable fighters

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

designed, though,” I argued as we walked down a corridor

mined here and then used it once the mining was done. This is

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

had

Angela’s Library

we entered the short hallway to

was crash course in military tactics. Bane was right,

They called a greeting to Damien and we responded. I