A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“No one is hurting her and she’s dressed, Masters,” I finally said confused. “She’s not even bound in a way that would be painful. I don’t understand.”

They all stood Looking at me for a moment before Master Christof leaned in and spoke in my ear.

“That slave would not find being stretched out between the posts uncomfortable at all. Being covered in that smock means its skin is too hideous to be seen. You’ve seen how the flesh glitters in the light, correct?”

I nodded and he understood me.

“Its owners put that on it to accent its natural glow. On its planet the only creatures to cover up are ill and embarrassed by their skin.

Its owners are saying it is too hideous to look at. They are putting it out here for us to mock.”

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“WiLL you touch her and hurt her?” I whispered.

“No, that kind does not feel pain the way you do. It would take the blade of a knife to make the skin suffer and that would leave a permanent scar,” Master Christof told me.

I watched, with my peripherals as a group walked by and commented how ugly the slave was. The men wondered who would claim such a horrid thing. They continued to talk until Fuji screamed her master’s names, begging them to claim her.

I heard one of Fuji’s owners say to the other men to move on and then he left. Letting my hair fall forward I Looked through it and saw her owners sitting in a small tent behind her. They were sipping on drinks and talking.

“Ciara,” Master Damien warned pushing back my hair, “you know you aren’t supposed to do that.” Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

“I’m sorry, Master Damien, I just didn’t understand where their voices came from,” I admitted to him. “Will you say things to make Fuji upset?” I asked to change the subject.

“No, we keep this slave, we will not be part of punishing it,” Master Evan said and grabbed my chin so I Looked at him. “Do not look at other men, Ciara, only us.”

“I only want to look at you, Master, I just was curious where the men watched from,” I said beginning to fear they would put me up there also.

“Ciara, when you are curious, ask us and we will tell you,” Master Christof sighed. “Do not do things that you know will get you in trouble.”

“I apologize, Masters,” I said in a pleading voice hoping they would let this go.

“Follow me, Ciara,” Master Damien said, “and keep your eyes where they belong.”

Master Damien and his Brothers went to talk to Fuji’s owners. I knelt on a pad in the Little tent and waited while they talked. They were discussing the hunt for the men that had been taken. I had never been in the mountains, but it sounded really intense.

As we sat there one of those stupid silver bugs Landed on my thigh. I hated those bugs and swatted at it viciously. I struck my thigh with an open palm and left a hand print, but the bug got away. I felt a tickle on my arm and thought it was another bug. I swung, but several sets of hands stopped me.

“Ciara!” Master Damien said pulling me up, “Do not punish yourself! You are forgiven!”

“We will bind your hands if you continue to strike yourself,” Master Evan threatened. “You cannot be injured.”

“I wasn’t,” I started to say and stopped; they looked upset. “I won’t hit myself anymore, but honestly, that kind of a hit won’t cause permanent damage,” I told them. “I was slapping at a bug.”

They stared angrily at the red handprint on my thigh, so I rubbed at it.