A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Only one man was Left outside. He had tripped and gotten stuck under an overturned cart. The man tried to crawl under it to hide.

ALL of the sudden something dropped out of the sky. It was just as Rose had described. The beast was covered in long brown fur. It had to be at least nine feet tall with clawed digits and the largest teeth I’ve ever seen. The creature’s wingspan was folded, but I could see the dagger sharp tips along the edges.

There were hints to the sex of the beast. I saw four distinct nipples on small taut breasts poking out of its fur. That was the only feminine quality I saw on the thing.

I stayed quietly in a crouch and didn’t move. She walked right past me like I wasn’t even there. Her attention was all on the cart with the man beneath it.

She picked up the cart and tossed it away. The shaggy haired man hiding there shrieked and tried to run. The woman grabbed him and started to take off.

Men piled back into the street, four of them to be exact. They attacked the woman with knives and flailing fists, but it was to no avail. She laughed at them and picked a second man up.

“You are mine until the next Lunar cycle,” she Laughed spreading her wings.

Warriors were there suddenly, there were five, so they must be a family. They attacked the woman, but she just jabbed them with the sharp tips of her wings. The woman held her struggling bounty tight and took off.

The Warriors ordered the three men back into their house and they took off running following as she flew away.

An earth shaking screech sounded and I saw two other women taking off into the air. The two struggling men were being held by the original women. I pitied them as I heard their cries. To be

kidnapped so ruthlessly and taken from home was awful.

My stomach felt weak and so did my legs. I sagged into the building next to me and sunk down to my knees. My ears were ringing, but I heard men piling back into the streets. I prayed they wouldn’t notice me.

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I saw shoes in front of me and cringed. My Warriors wore boots; I had been noticed.

“What are you?” the man asked harshly.

There was nothing to do. I couldn’t speak to him. I shouldn’t even Look at him. I stared at his shoes and waited to see how badly this would end.

“That belongs to Damien and his Brothers,” another man said. “Leave it alone, they won’t Like you talking to it.”

“It distracts them from their job. They should not be playing with a slave, they should be finding my Brothers,” he said grabbing my hood and veil.

I cringed when the bright light hit me. This was not going to end well.

I closed my eyes and held my breath, but nothing else happened. No one seemed to be moving in the street.

“Did you touch our slave?” Master Damien asked in a low voice.

“My Brothers were taken,” my aggressor shrilly answered, “you should be looking for them.” id you touch our slave?” Master Damien repeated.

“I only touched this fabric. I don’t want your slave. I want my Brothers back. You must go find my Brothers!” he cried.

I felt bad for the man. He was just upset. Now that my owners were here I had the Luxury of such feelings again.

I kept my eyes down and saw boots appear before me. I wanted to kiss those boots I was so happy to see them. Hands gently replaced my cover.