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.

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

defense and he understood what thecameraswere for. The women didn’t really care what the men did, but

many entrances and exits. If there were an

watching openings that may or may not be attacked and none would be in reserve. The danger

designed, though,” I argued as we walked

women mined here and then used it once the mining

such obvious ignorance of defensive strategy. If the women were just passing through, camping here would be fine. The women knew they would stay. They should have built a mountain stronghold and ignored the hunt for the

chided knowing how much had probably been

Angela’s Library

as we entered

they knew about defending your territory. It was crash course in military tactics. Bane was right, from his perspective. The women had

lounging in the pool as we entered. They called a greeting to Damien and we