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

as a dare, they seemed to enjoy

and his Brothers began to really get to know them. Obviously they had a Lot in common, but here the different ranks of age rarely conversed with

only my family would be wrestling with me, but the younger

as one of the smaller boys held his

cannot rise with Tyson holding him like this. All the force is here

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

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

seemed to throw them off guard. I was special to Damien and his Brothers

was in my face a second later with Christof

is wrong?”

frighten you? They will not harm you Ciara. They did not