A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

It had been ages since I’d been included in a conversation. I started to tell the men my Keepers knew how to build a transport and stopped mid sentence. For the last long time I’d been heavily chastised for interrupting.

“Why do you talk and then stop, Ciara?“ Master Kein asked pulling me onto his lap. “Did you forget what you had planned to say?”

“No, Master Kein,” I answered embarrassed, “the Keepers don’t Like to hear me talk most of the time. They only like to talk to one another.

I’m trying to learn not to interrupt.”

“We will speak with them,” Master Damien said patting my head, “we wish you to be happy.

“It really doesn’t matter, Master Damien, I’m only happy when I’m with you all. I don’t care about talking to them,” I freely admitted.

The men relaxed sitting around the fire. They told me about their life now.

They Learned about how to run a compound and how to control the men.

There were classes on all the different types of slaves they kept, too.

They were expected to know everything about everyone contained in the village they ran.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

The second part of their new job seemed to upset them. The women used them almost daily for sex. Master Damien said he assumed they were sold each afternoon to a different group of women. The

women were different from what the men were used to. They only fought them if Master Damien was willing to fight.

Morosely, they all sat and looked into the fire. Talking about their new life seemed to depresses them. I couldn’t stand to see them this way.

“There is no music, Master Damien,” I said kneeling in front of him, “but I could dance for you. I don’t really need the music anyhow. Would you like to see me dance, Master?”

Master Kein bellowed, “I had forgotten our surprise. Would you like to be surprised, Ciara?”

I was confused and excited. This whole day had been a surprise, of course I didn’t mind.

The men had me kneel in front of the fire and close my eyes. I heard them bustle in and out of the cabin. Chairs creaked as they took their seats again.

My eyes shot open when the first chords were played. Master Kein sat beside the fire and watched me as his fingers deftly moved over a small stringed instrument. I leapt to my feet and started to sway, but he stopped abruptly.

“We are not done yet, Ciara,” Master Damien Laughed pointing to a Large bag sitting in front of him. “Look at what else we brought.”

Quizzically looking at him, I knelt next to the big bag. The men all moved so they were watching me. I had no idea what to expect. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Inside the bag was a mass of fabric, I thought it might be wrapped around something. Putting my hand inside I rustled around and something jingled at the bottom. I slowly pulled the deep blue pieces from the bag. As I laid the fabric beside me, it made sense.

It was a three piece belly dancing outfit, complete with a hip scarf full of jingling coins. They had bought the one that the men at the store had made for me. It was perfect, especially considering no one that made it had ever seen one before.

Stroking the waves of fabric, I was touched. They had bought this even after they had lost me. In hopes we could see one another again, they had kept it. Master Kein had even learned to play an instrument so I could dance for them. They never forgot me, not for a moment.

Tears spilled down my face and I thanked each one of them.