A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Two outfits sat in front of Rose and me when the conversation was finished. The long leather skirts would go to our ankles and the thick brown blouses would cover our tops. Something that looked like boxer briefs were produced and laid on the table, there were several for each of us. Hannah must have told them what a bra was because Armant pulled out two of those also.

“How did you make these?” I said picking up a bra and staring at it. The thing Looked Like it would probably fit me. The smaller one Rose picked up would probably fit her. The backs were made so they could be adjusted and they Looked perfect.

“Hannah told us,” Armant beamed as his family puffed with pride. “Your female offspring told us a human woman from your part of Earth would want to wear this. She estimated a size for each of you.”

Rose and I were ushered to the back of the room to a secluded nook to change. Kennedy had explained humans Liked privacy. The men wanted to do everything they could to make us feel human again. Thom explained we had been treated badly for too long.

Fuji wasn’t offered clothing and I was glad. She would have been offended. Kennedy must have remembered her tolerance for cold and explained it before hand when they ordered our clothing.

G E L A ‘s L I B R A R

deep pocked in the skirt I handed her.

to Hannah,” I told her. “My daughters will

men that kept slaves. There was no Great Harmonious Spirit for men like Damien, Basin,

nice and well suited for the weather here. I kept on the

gave you back on if you are cold,”

pointedly at Thom. The other man just stood looking at him. Armant touched his throat and his wrist, but

aren’t slaves, but they are still wearing the bands,” Armant finally said sounding exasperated. “I cannot believe that Gunth did not remove them himself. The old

looked at Rose and I and muttered a curse to himself. He appeared embarrassed to not have noticed. Thom came toward me and

will not hurt you, but you cannot walk

I’d been badly hurt when it was removed. My instinct was to wear it, even if it was a slave’s mark. The

a slave collar. This is a free society. You need to