A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I imagined I must look Like a brown Lump from the outside.

“Ciara,” Master Damien said facing me, “outside these walls are others who will not appreciate you. Having a slave is a privilege, most cannot afford it. Speak to no one, including us. You will be punished severely if you speak in the village. Can you do this?”

“Yes, Master Damien,” I said.

We walked out a thick door nestled Low in the wall. The men allowed me to follow Master Damien out and then took up positions. The men were on either side and behind me; I was surrounded.

The way they moved and the tight grouping they held told me two things First, I couldn’t run from them out here. It wasn’t Like I had anywhere to go anyway. The second thing was that no one else on this street was going to touch me. Since running was out of the question and I felt safe, I was able to just look around,

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

The area was alive. There were men everywhere standing outside the large buildings that lined the narrow streets. Everything looked like it had been made out of putty colored sand. Strange paintings adorned the outsides of the buildings. I wondered if that wasn’t their ‘language.

like that. The street itself was crowded with tent vendors outside the main buildings. No one said a word to our entourage. I made good use of my ‘peripherals’ and noticed almost all the vendors held something out toward my owners. It was a silent request to look. They

got my attention. Despite my circumstances, I still noticed the beautiful jewelry. Shiny things always grabbed my

to turn my head as we passed the earring vendor’s cart and sort of succeeded. One pair had a silver loop with a blue stone

to a stop in front of the vendor’s cart and my owners rearranged themselves

to what you are Looking at,” Master Evan said

I quickly gestured with my

had Looked curiously at it; like he wanted to touch

Damien bartered with the man and handed him several pieces of stone from inside his belt. He retrieved the earrings from the salesman and passed

quietly asked Master Damien, “Do

it does and the things are in our colors,” he answered and kept his brisk pace through

opened to us. I followed him past the guard at the gate. We were in a courtyard with what seemed

midst. It was quieter here and only Warriors with slaves seemed to be present. These shops must