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

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 Damien and his Brothers that kept

Brothers began to really get to know them. Obviously they had a Lot in common, but here the different

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

as one of the smaller boys held his Brother down, “look at the placement of the hands,” he

like this. All the force is

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

the hold. Bane made me crouch down and

released each other and stood when I backed away from them. They looked concerned. My reactions always seemed to throw them off guard. I was special

a second later with Christof right behind

wrong?”

will not harm you Ciara. They did not move when you were near.