A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“It will fade, Masters, I promise that kind of hit won’t Leave a mark,” I pleaded.

The men sat back down to talk, but Master Christof pulled me on his lap. He held both my hands in one of his, presumably so I couldn’t whack myself again. I Lay may head on his shoulder and relaxed.

I sat quietly for a while, but soon wiggled free and was tracing the lines on Master Christof’s palms. As I played with his long fingers I heard a sigh from Fuji’s owners.

“This is going to drive us mad watching you all. We wish to enjoy our Slave. This punishment is over,” one of them said and I heard them rise and leave the tent.

The Last man to leave told Master Damien they would see him tomorrow, but they were going to be occupied for the rest of the night. My men laughed outright at that.

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.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

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. C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

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.