A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I loved my days off. I took the bus and went down to the coast. There was a place there the tourists never went. If you climbed the steep slope down, you had your own private rocky beach.

I’d spend hours diving and exploring the deep bottom. It was quiet under the water and the fish never bothered me. I learned to hold my breath a really long time and explored the underwater caves and crevices as far as I could.

If I ever got enough money together, I considered taking scuba classes and renting the equipment. That kind of cash was long way off for me.

That was life for me and I was finally happy. My little world wasn’t very exciting, but it was mine.

I shopped after work at the mini mart a block away. I came back to the motel late one night and noticed a faint glowing coming from around back. I dropped my groceries in my room and went to investigate.

There was a small wooded lot behind the building. Drunks sometimes started fires back there. The manager didn’t care unless they got out of hand and then we called the police and fire trucks.

what prompted me to go investigate. I should have gone and gotten

coming from somewhere in the center.

Like a steady pulse. That’s the Last thing I

gone to sleep. My surroundings were all very clean, sterile almost and completely foreign to me. I bolted upright and realized I

I had been laying on. There were no windows in the room and the Light seemed to be coming from the walls themselves. I put my feet on the floor and it felt Like hard plastic. Reaching out

like the room was moving, the sensation was slight, but prominent. My arms and legs were stuck, held in place by strong air currents. The air pulled my arms out from my sides and separated my

walls just disappeared, that’s the best way

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weren’t. I was on the white lighted platform

to the dark and now I could see faces. My little platform was drifting slowly through a sea of faces. They were humanoid, most of them. Others

consciousness. My mind just wanted to shut off and be back at the motel fixing Ramen noodles. This

so humiliated. I wasn’t fat, but I wasn’t skinny either. My tummy and hips had a soft look I hated.