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.

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 never got in our

Like earrings and they got my attention. Despite my circumstances, I still noticed the beautiful jewelry.

tried not 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

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

to what you are Looking at,” Master Evan said gruffly under his

gestured with my mittened hand to the set I had

curiously at it; like he wanted to

the man and handed him several pieces of stone from inside his belt. He retrieved the earrings from the salesman and passed them to the back of our group. Master Christof placed them in a small pouch at his

asked Master Damien, “Do you know what we just

in our colors,” he answered and kept his brisk pace through the

it just opened to us. I followed him past the guard at the gate.

men present with Little brown bundled creatures in their midst. It was quieter here and only Warriors with slaves seemed to be present. These shops must cater