A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

It wasn’t even scratched, causing my family to surround the outfit and really look at it.

“Made from the leather of some animal the women catch and skin. They have to provide us with special tools to cut and sew it. Your slave would be undamaged even if you put it in the middle of a battle,” Fredrick said proudly.

The hood on the outfit had a shield for my face. The men could attached a fine, strong mesh to the front. No one could see in, but I could see out just fine. If the men wished me entirely covered they should just pull up the hood and attach the mesh to the front.

“Some men,” Fredrick said conspiratorially, “require such material for their pants and coats. The Administrators instruct the shopkeepers when they are making clothing. Those of us that work with fabric talk. We know of a few men that require such specialized clothing.”

Fredrick looked at Damien and stepped slightly closer.

“Can you tell me why certain men require such tough clothing?” Fredrick whispered.

I could see it from the look on

Paterian male. My fragile skin was what Nu-reeh wanted

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and he saw where my

skin than us. I imagine that the offspring of those creatures would have to

smiled at Christof and Looked him up and

After a while the Administrators sent down

Christof had human ancestry. Obviously no one had been sure how tough his skin would be when he was small. I was personally uncomfortable sharing such information with him. Evidently Damien

door. “We must be on our way. Nu-reeh

guided out quickly. Christof’s ancestry was family business and not for public knowledge. I personally was relieved that Damien had shooed Fredrick out. Certain things just shouldn’t be spread

and boots were put on me. The material was very Light, but I felt no wind at