A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Master Damien brought the cup to my lips slowly. He tilted it and the liquid ran into my mouth. It tasted medicinal, almost like when you get a Tylenol stuck in the back of your throat. Thankfully there was very little in amount, so I downed what he gave me quickly.

“Do not attempt to refuse us again, Ciara,” Master Damien warned. “You will take this everyday.”

“Yes, Master Damien,” I said quietly.

The meal continued with Master Damien and Master Evan feeding themselves and then feeding me.

There was a wide variety on the tray the man had brought. I knew nothing about the quality of food here, but it seemed to be much better than I was used to eating. It was quite good.

The meal seemed to divided into courses. We had started with what tasted like meat. Next they fed me what I thought of as fruit. The juicy brown junks were sweet and sour all at once. I liked it a lot.

things on the tray were less enjoyable to me. Some of it tasted like breads dipped in gravy. That was not my favorite. It

Little soup over it for flavor. Sometimes I just ate a bowl of cereal and called that a meal. I never had the variety or quantity of food

to refuse a bite

the saleswoman showed us a way to force food into you. It

much. I nearly did retch when a thought crossed my mind. Master Evan would probably want to taste it. I held my food down and

when I got a cold. That usually made my nose run like

the table had gone strangely quiet and my companions were all staring at me. I was still chewing my Last bite and smiling at

into my eyes as I gulped down my food.

about?” he asked looking

N G E L A ‘s L I B R A

Did I miss something, Master Damien?” I lied to

before he spoke again, “We gave you our Language because we wished to hear you