A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“Come for my Brother,” he ordered quietly.

“We don’t think you are done yet.”

It was a long time later that they finally let me up. My female body had Long been primed for orgasm, especially with them. They wrung every bit of that from me. I barely remembered being cleaned up and the dinner we had afterward. My men had exhausted me.

The days became a pattern and I got used to it. In the morning I worked with Rose, in the afternoon we swam, and then talked. I used that time to come to terms with this life. At night, my family took me to the training grounds.

The men enjoyed the physical exercise. They bound my breast and we’d run the perimeter of the ground. Usually we worked on the slow motion stances and I used the fake sword. Some days we worked on precision and I swung my piece of wood at a target to practice actual sword play.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

continued to come and work with us. Their confidence in dealing Damien and his Brothers grew. Although they’d obviously started this as a dare, they seemed to enjoy conversing with my family. It had originally been curiosity that brought them to us. It was interacting with

get to know them. Obviously they had a Lot in common, but here the different ranks of age rarely conversed

wrestle. Obviously, only my family would be wrestling with me, but the younger men demonstrated. They stripped down and showed

the smaller boys held his Brother down, “look

with Tyson holding him like this. All the

nodded and Looked at the two boys straining against each other on the ground. Bane was right. The smaller boy, Tyson, had the larger boy, Aryn, trapped beneath him. Tyson had Aryn’s arm twisted so the Larger boy could not rise without

to hold a man like that, but I paid attention to every detail of the hold. Bane made me crouch down and really look at them. My eyes lingered

from them. They looked concerned. My reactions always seemed to throw them

was in my face a second later with Christof right behind

wrong?” Damien

They