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.

my favorite. It was soggy and had a weird texture. The men seemed to pay attention to my facial expressions

a plate of instant rice and tipping a Little soup over it for flavor. Sometimes I just ate a bowl of cereal and called that a

full. I tried to refuse a bite from Master Evan and he

us a way to force food into you. It did not look pleasant

another bite. I thought to myself that it would serve them right if I threw up because I ate too much. I

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

strangely quiet and my companions were all staring at me. I was still chewing my Last

my chin and looked into my eyes as I gulped down my food. I was terrified I must have

are you thinking about?” he asked looking far

N G E L A ‘s L I B R

listening. Did I miss something, Master Damien?” I

Language because we wished to hear you speak. Always answer me when I ask you a question and always tell me the truth. Now tell me, what were you thinking