A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

This time, I asked. “What’s so funny?”

“It is one of the benefits of that type of slave,” Master Christof said stretching out now that there was more room, “that slave can take them many times. Except for the temperature difference the sex organs mirror our females. It is not sensitive like you are, it is accustomed to having many male partners each time.”

“You knew I was used to having only one sexual partner at a time?” I asked him looking into his eyes.

“Yes, and my Brothers also knew with the proper stimulation you would respond just as favorably to us,” Master Christof told me.

“You’re better than the man I had sex with on Earth,” I blurted out. “I react more favorably here than I ever did there.”

“Of course,” Master Evan laughed, “we are a far superior race.”

Things were normal for a couple of weeks after that. My Warriors talked about a meeting that the General had scheduled and they were very curious about it. Unlike his usual meetings it was to be held at his private residence. That was unusual, but not unheard of.

The day of the meeting came and the men were very animated. They dropped me at the Keepers early. I noted each man was dressed in his finest attire. Being asked to speak with the General privately in his home was evidently quite an honor.

Something happened at the meeting, I was sure of that. My Warriors were subdued that evening and didn’t want to talk to me. When I asked what had happened they told me it was not something I should concern myself with. It was a strange reaction and I didn’t know what to do.

Life for me changed subtly. Something was very wrong, I soon knew. As the days passed I felt more and more left out. My owners talked about almost nothing in front of me. Except for cleaning me, they rarely even touched me. All of them watched me, as though appraising me for some reason.

My Warriors became more keyed up and anxious. They weren’t sleeping well, which was strange. When I woke up in the middle of the night they were sitting and talking by the fire. As soon as they noticed me the conversations always stopped, though. I knew they were hiding something.

At lunch they’d come and take me to the forest. Everyday I’d try to talk to the Brother with me, but they told me to eat and watched me wistfully. Asking what was wrong got me no answers. Getting upset with them just earned me a rebuke.

“We enjoy you, Ciara,” Master Kein had said once. “Can’t we just spend time with one another and find pleasure in it? Why must you act this way?”

The criticism startled me. Every time I wanted to ask again after that I redirected myself. A slave should always defer to their Master’s wishes and pleasure. I had to be what they wanted, so I stopped pressuring them.

The worry gnawed at the pit of my stomach, despite my decision. I bit one of my nails to the nub and my stomach constantly hurt. It felt like I was reacting to their anxiety, which obviously I was. If something happened to them, I felt sure I would suffer also. It began to panic me.

One night at dinner I had suffered enough of the strange silence and odd looks. My anxiety got the better of me and I had to ask them.

“What is going on? You all seem upset and you won’t talk around me, what did I do, Masters?” I asked.

“You did nothing, Ciara, take your sustenance,” Master Damien told me dully.

He had that same look as when the problem with Master Christof had been going on.

“Is your bond broken? Did something happen?” I pressed.

“This is not your concern, Ciara,” Master Evan told me. “It is time for you to take your meal.”

“You are my concern!” I stormed standing up. “You are my Masters. You are the only reason I survive here and something is wrong with you. Please, tell me what has happened, let me help you,” I begged.

“You have helped, Ciara, you fixed our bond. Now Master Damien is being considered for the position of General. If he is chosen, he will train to take the General’s place in a Warrior compound,” Master Christof finally admitted.

“Oh,” I said deflated, that wasn’t so bad, “congratulations, Master Damien, that sounds like an honor.”

Master Damien threw his plate and upturned the table in front of him. I backed into the wall and watched him. He’d never lost his temper like this in front of me. It was terrifying.

“A General,” he said stalking toward me, “cannot own a slave. They take too much time. They distract him from his one endeavor, the good of the compound. My needs will be sated by our women, no more waiting for couplings. I need only ask my Mistress.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

I stood shocked looking at him. They were going to get rid of me. I always knew it was a chance, slaves were meant to be sold and traded. Silly me, I had trusted their promise, though.

I put my hands over my nipples and felt their insignia burning into my palms. How many times would I be traded before it stopped hurting? I wondered. Next time I would not get so attached, I swore to myself. Tears ran in rivers down my face and I bolted for the bathroom.

The food I had just eaten came back up in a rush. Someone held my hair back as I vomited. Once I was done, I curled over my knees and bawled. The idea of being without them left me with a feeling of emptiness and terror.

“We should not have told it,” Master Bane chastised.

“No, you should have told me. I would hate to be surprised with something like that. To be… sold is terrible. I need time to prepare for it. Thank you, Masters, for not surprising me with the auction,” I stuttered out trying to sound professional.

This was a business transaction for them. They were moving up in the world. I shouldn’t begrudge them this. I would deal with my own fear and leave them to their lives.

“We cannot sell it back to the slavers. I will not see Ciara sold to another,” Master Damien growled. “I will not do this. There must be a way…”

“It wears our brand in the hair on its stomach,” Master Kein said, “we could argue it cannot be sold to another with such a mark.”

“They will remove it, Kein,” Master Christof said, “or they will tell us to kill it, if it cannot be sold. If Damien becomes General, the Administrators will make us part with Ciara.”

“Ridiculous,” Master Damien fumed, “I do not want this change, now. I am happy. Our lives are good and we are satisfied. They will force us to make this change if they choose me. I do not know what to do.”