A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

They were going to pierce me. I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes tight. My breath was puffing out in little pants. I tried to do that breathing Rose had taught me, but it wasn’t working. I felt Light headed.

“Ciara,” Master Christof said, “open your eyes.”

I did and looked at him. “This will not hurt for long. We have a cream that will force you to heal quickly. We have used it before. Do you remember?” he asked me and stroked my cheek.

“Yes, Master Christof,” I answered him with fear still Lacing my voice.

Master Christof continued to look down at me questioningly for a moment. Suddenly he Lowered his Lips to my ear.

“We wish to do this and we will not let it hurt you. Trust us not to harm you. Please, may we do this?” he asked softly.

The choice shocked me as Master Christof stared back into my eyes. I would never had dreamed someone would ask me for my permission again.

The pleading was evident in his face and I knew they would stop if I asked them to. The idea empowered me and I wanted to reward them for the generosity.

“Of course, Masters,” I whispered taking a breath, “I wish to do this for you.”

Christof looked thrilled as he reached down and took my hand.

“Shut your eyes,” he instructed, “I promise you will not feel this.

Blain is very good at his job,” he stated confidently.

My eyes stayed shut tight and I waited for the pain. The man, Blain, just seemed to be playing with my breasts one at a time. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

I expected the bite of needle, but I felt a sensation like ice coating me. I peeked and Blain was literally painting my nipples with a brush and small jar of liquid. Starting at the base of the areola he drew small circles until the entire nipple was coated with the chilly Liquid.

A second tiny jar was produced and Blain showed it to Master Damien.

ninjanovel.com

“Use it,” Master Damien ordered.

“It is four extra stones per application,” Blain advised.

Master Damien hated to repeat himself and I heard his frustrated grunt as he repeated the command.

“Our mark will always protect the slave,” he explained patiently. “If our symbol brings pain the slave will come to expect that and be fearful of it. We do not wish a fearful slave.”

“Ahh,” Blain answered pulling out a very tiny brush. “It is different in the red mountains. The owners often do this as punishment.”

Master Damien and Master Evan discussed how foolish the men in the red mountains were as Blain painted just the tips of my nipples very cautiously.

The long needle was picked up and Master Christof reminded me to close my eyes. I felt a dull pressure at the tip of one and then the other Once Blain released the second breast I took a peek again.

“It looks wonderful,” Master Damien said in awe and I opened my eyes fully