A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

Master Kein groaned at the comment, but kept his eyes on his staff moving between my pierced tits. His strong hands pushed mine away and he held my breasts himself. The look in his eyes was feral.

“Pull the rings, Ciara,” he ordered looking down at me.

I did as ordered and his teeth grew watching me. I twisted the rings until I was moaning. The sharp pain in my breasts went straight to my cunt and it felt like I was leaking liquid fire.

Suddenly Master Kein was off of me, flipping me on the bed and driving his shaft without mercy into my tender ass. He didn’t even give me a moment to get used to him before he used my breasts as levers to pull me tight up against his cock.

It was a brutal fucking from a man who was notoriously gentle. Moaning half in pain and half in pleasure, I collapsed under him and he followed me down. His hands didn’t leave my breasts as he ground his hips into my pliant flesh.

“Say my name,” he ordered driving his full length in and out with each plunge.

“Master Kein,” I started to chant over and over again.

“NO,” he roared above me, “only my name.”

The hands on my breasts tightened painfully.

“Kein,” I cried.

That was what he wanted. I said his name repeatedly and his violent thrusts slowed. The hands released their death grip. Instead, warm lips were placing kisses along the edge of my back, but I kept chanting his name.

“Keep saying my name,” he said dropping kisses along my exposed neck and cheek.

He was so gentle and tender, in sharp contrast to several moments ago, the relief was overwhelming.

“I love you, Kein,” slipped out and he nuzzled my neck affectionately.

“Say it again,” he requested softly and I did.

He continued with slow controlled thrusting until he released. When he was done, I just lay panting on the bed beneath him. He withdrew and stretched out beside me.

“Say my name,” he ordered watching my face.

“Kein,” I answered breathless.

His hand stroked down my back. It was a soft caress. This was what I expected from him, not the force. Some idea had him terribly frustrated or upset. His voice broke into my musings and the question stunned me.

“Do you love me?”

“I love you, Kein,” I answered and he grinned.

“Do not address us as Master while we are in the sleeping room,” he said bounding off the bed.

I lay there stunned as he called to his Brothers he was getting me water. This was a strange and unexpected turn of events. I couldn’t figure it out. Was I supposed to call the rest of them ‘Master’? Should I ask them? Would they chastise him? My God, these were the most confusing men I’d ever met.

Kein came back in the room with a jug and I sat up on the bed to watch him. I was really thirsty, so I found a kneeling place on the floor. Kein looked happy and relaxed, thrilled even. He fed me the water grinning down at me.

I glanced around the room and his Brothers looked like nothing unusual had happened. Master Christof and Master Bane looked sated, Master Evan and Master Damien looked horny.

I crawled dutifully back on the bed and laid back. My ass throbbed a little so I hoped if I laid face up, they would just use my pussy. I ran a hand from my knee, to my hip, and to cup my breast. I winced when I reached my breast, they were sore, too.

Kein was smaller and it was easy to forget he was as powerful as the rest of them. He’d certainly left his mark this time, though.

“Master Damien, Master Evan do you want me?” I asked trying to be seductive.

Master Damien crawled on the bed beside me and lay down with his head propped on his arm. He traced the line of my collarbone on that side and smiled.

“Have you forgotten already, Ciara? In this room we are not Master. Kein has already told you this,” Damien said watching me.

“Yes, Damien, I understand,” I answered cautiously watching his eyes.

Damien was gentle with me, thank goodness. All the pent up anxiety that had plagued his Brothers was not in him. He just wanted to rock slowly into my body and hear his name on my lips.

Evan was much the same way. After Damien was done Evan crawled between my thighs and suckled my clit to another earthshaking orgasm. While I was still sensitive and spasming he crawled over me and drove himself home.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

I expected some roughness from Evan, but there was none. He stroked my cheeks and kissed my lips as he made slow sweet love to me. It surprised me, Evan was typically hard and fast, all rough and tumble. Today he had no use for such actions. All he wanted was to hear me say I loved him.

Before I was carried to the bathroom by Kein, both Christof and Bane wanted to hear me say their names. They also wanted to hear ‘I love you’. After I was done, Kein whisked me off to the room for bathing.

There weren’t showers here, but a large sunken tub that could accommodate all five men. The water came to us through a series of pipes that must have run over a heating element somewhere, because it was warm.

My body was tender. I felt worse after this round of sex than I ever had before. There were bruises forming everywhere it seemed.

I let myself enjoy the water and felt it take some of the soreness out of my body. Master Kein had completely lost that aggressive tendency and cleaned me softly. Both eyes slipped closed as he ran his hands over my skin. I felt utterly relaxed.

Once I was clean, dry, and treated with the cream, we went back to the main room. The men started to take things out of the bags they brought. I was laid on a chaise to watch them as they prepared our meal.

My eyes followed every movement, drinking them in. They turned intermittently and seemed pleased when they caught me watching them. I had almost forgotten how much these men liked the attention of their slaves.

They produced a meal that we ate together at the table. I was surprised the nutrient drink was there. Part of me was tempted to say something, but I didn’t.

In all honesty, I wasn’t suffering from my lack of the drink. If these men fussed at the men that kept me, it could be very bad for me. My Keepers had a great deal of power in this relationship. I took the drink, but stayed silent about its usual absence.

As we ate, the strain that had been gnawing at them seemed to have released somewhat. They relaxed a little and talked about people from the compound I lived at.

I wasn’t much help, because the other Warriors didn’t talk to me. My men seemed to miss their friends. They complained the men they played chuke with now were not as competitive and the games weren’t as good.