A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

I turned toward the door and put my fingers on the handle. Perhaps it wasn’t smart to anger them this way, I thought. I turned to face the bedroom and they were all right beside me.

Their countenances each held the same blank look. It was the same look they had the night they decided I should go to the village for escaping. Suddenly I knew walking away from them had been a mistake.

“Going somewhere?” Master Evan asked.

“Outside, Evan… Master Evan,” I answered, shuddering lightly.

“You seem to have become quite independent,” Master Kein said.

Master Damien took Master Evan’s place in front of me and I felt my stomach drop. I must have pushed them too far and they were angry. The color drained out of my face and some sort of an answer squeaked out of my mouth.

Master Damien’s face broke into a wide grin. “Do you plan to stand in the threshold all day or are we going outside?” he asked.

Grinding my teeth a little because they fooled me so completely, I opened the door and stalked out. They were slapping each other on the shoulders and laughing at my reaction.

“I like the noise you made, Ciara,” Master Kein joked as we walked. “Can you make it again?”

“Only if you scare me, Master Kein, and I won’t fall for that again,” I said kicking a small stone.

Master Kein took a running start and kicked the same stone. It landed a couple hundred paces away. He turned to grin at me.

“I could do that, too,” I said raising myself up to my full height.

Actually no, I could not do that. I had no idea what made me claim I could. They took me up on it.

Master Bane ran around and picked up small stones all about the same size. He lined them up and then looked expectantly at me.

“What will you give us, Ciara, when you lose?” he asked.

“A kiss, Master Bane,” I said realizing I had very little to offer otherwise.

“Fine,” he smiled, “let’s begin.”

“Wait,” I demanded. “What do I get if you lose?”

“Perhaps the same thing?” Master Christof offered into my ear.

“Sounds good,” I said watching his mouth with breathless anticipation.

I was forced to prove I was weaker than them five separate times. They each had some random bet with the others about who could kick farther. Master Evan won the entire contest.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Master Evan took payment on my lost bet first. He wrapped his hands in my hair and pulled me against his chest. Our mouths met and he wasted no time on pleasantries. Master Evan tasted my mouth completely before releasing me to Master Bane for his payment.

When they finished I was ready for sex, but they were still having fun outside. Now they were having a throwing contest. Seeing the joy on their faces again, even for such a simple reason, made me feel good. I encouraged each of them as they noted who threw better.

We ended up walking between two large stone walls, so the men had a long straight passage to throw in. Much further down the rock walls turned, but here it was straight. They tossed stones of varying weights to determine the winner. They would throw and then run to their stone to mark its distance.

When it came to upper body strength, Master Damien usually came out on top, but it was close contest with Master Bane. I was the prize for throwing longest and kissed Master Damien deeply. Resting my hands on his chest once I was done, I looked up at him. He had completely befuddled me with his kiss.

The five of them were beautiful sex gods. Even better, they were fully vested and trained in pleasing women. I didn’t know what the matings were like, but no wonder Nu-reeh wanted to sell them every day.

I looked at the fine clothes they wore and knew she treated them well. They were kept men, but perhaps not in the way they thought.

“You aren’t slaves,” I said suddenly getting everyone’s attention. “You’re courtesans, Masters.”

I could tell by the look on their faces they wanted to be depressed, but they were curious.

“That is a word from your first language, Ciara,” Master Christof told me. “We do not understand it.”

“It means you are companions to society’s elite. You are paid to provide sexual services to the people in charge, Master Christof,” I said.

“We are slaves, Ciara. We are not the word you just said,” Master Kein argued.

Perhaps they were right, but I chose to see this my way for their sake.

“You stay in a nice place?” I asked instead. “The bed is made like it was at home, Masters?”

“Yes, it is a nice place in that regard. Our furnishings are very comfortable,” Master Bane said looking at the other men for agreement, which they gave.

“Do you clean it yourselves, Masters?” I asked, hoping they did not.

“No, other men have that job,” Master Damien told me.

“You have days off from your work, Masters?” I pushed.

“Of course,” Master Bane said motioning. “We are here are we not?”

“Do they pay you?” I asked next and held my breath for the answer.

That was the crux of this argument and I wasn’t sure. I thought they must be, because Master Damien and his Brothers still seemed to have funds.

Master Damien huffed and the other men made disgruntled sounds.

“You seem to still have money, Masters. I assumed you must get something,” I pushed feeling my argument falling apart.

“It is worthless,” Master Christof explained, “the shiny stones we use to trade are the cast off from what the women mine. They found we liked it and would use it to barter with one another. It has no inherent use.”

“So they give it to you still, Master?” I asked.

“Nu-reeh always gives it to us. Once she found we still wanted it, she brings us pieces regularly,” Master Kein said staring at the long rock walls beside us.

“Then you are paid, Masters. You are servants or courtesans, you are not slaves,” I said decisively.

“It doesn’t matter,” Master Evan said. “We do not want to be there.”

“Well, tough luck, Masters,” I blurted out, taking a breath I continued. “You are servants. You may not like your job, but you must continue to do it well. It is dishonorable the way you are acting, Masters.”

I felt the cool wind blow between the stone walls and for a moment I wanted it to take me away. My owners stood and faced me with mixed looks of anger and shock.

It was pure selfishness on my part. They protected me. Even more than that, I loved them and I wasn’t willing to lose them. They had to change their mindset. No going back now, I decided.