A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

One of Rose’s owners faced me and crossed his arms. I was still stuck to the wall and panting with fear. I hated the whip with a passion.

Once had been enough for a lifetime. id you hit our Rose?” the man asked me.

“Never,” I gasped.

“Did you hit the slave yesterday?” he asked.

“No, Keeper,” I answered.

“Ciara did not try to touch either of us on either day,” Rose pointed out. “She was attacked and did not fight back, Masters.”

“If we leave the slaves here they will end up getting whipped,” one of Rose’s other owners said.

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“I do not wish to see our Rose taste the whip,“ Karis said. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

The men looked at one another and then took me off the wall.

“Follow,” they ordered.

The men walked us out of the compound. I could see, using my peripherals, that all the other girls were eating Lunch. We strode out the wall onto a transport pad.

Rose’s owners took us back to their place and fed us. Before we were done a group of Keepers showed up.

“We will Leave you both with these Keepers,” Basin told Rose.

She rose up on tiptoes and kissed him on his lips. Each of her owners demanded the same treatment from her and she obliged, thanking each of them.

We sat in the afternoon and Rose taught me to play the card games the men were always playing. After losing for the fifth time, I set my cards down and Looked at Rose. The Keepers were playing a game across the room and ignoring us. I spoke quietly to her in English to hide what I was talking about.

“Why did you try to hit me? Why not just tell them what was going on last night?” I asked.

“My Masters love me. They don’t care about you that way. I knew that if anyone complained the Warriors would have demanded the Keepers fix the problem. That would mean a whipping for every slave involved. My owners would hate to have me whipped, so I had to involve myself. Now they will probably try to fix it themselves by talking to the other slave owners,” she said confidently.

“And what if it doesn’t work?” I asked her. “You are willing to take a beating over this?”

“My owners swore to me I would never be whipped. The idea upsets them terribly. They Love me; they won’t let it happen,” she said.

“They told you they Love you?” I asked.

My owners acted like that wasn’t possible.

“Oh no, of course not, the men here don’t understand what they feel. I know what it is and I know what I feel. By the way they act, I know they feel the same way,” she told me smiling.

I wished I had Rose’s confidence and knowledge about this place.