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.

less enjoyable to me. Some of it tasted like breads dipped in gravy. That was not my favorite. It was soggy and had a weird texture. The men seemed

tipping a Little soup over it for flavor. Sometimes I just ate a bowl of cereal and called that a meal. I never had

refuse a bite from Master Evan and he frowned at

us a way to force

to myself that it would serve them right if I threw up because I ate too much. I nearly did retch when a thought crossed my mind.

out of me. I wondered what would happen when I got a cold. That usually made

me. I was still chewing my Last bite and smiling at my own sick sense of humor when

my eyes as I gulped down my food. I was terrified I must have missed

you thinking about?” he asked looking far

E L A ‘s L I B R

I’m sorry I wasn’t listening. Did I miss something, Master Damien?”

my chin and seemed to consider for a moment before he spoke again, “We gave you our Language because we wished to hear you speak. Always answer me when I ask you a question and always tell me the truth. Now