A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“Do we send for Healers?” one of my owners asked. “They are very expensive.”

“It didn’t even need the Keepers yesterday,” another of them groused.

“We paid them to sit and stare at our experiments all day.”

I hated to be seen as a burden. My cost should always be nominal so they would continue to keep me, so I risked irritating them and spoke up.

“When I was sick on Earth, I always stayed home alone. No one ever watched me, Sirs,” I told them honestly.

My fake Masters hated to hear me speak, but that is what they wanted to do already. They left me in their rooms and told me to heal myself.

Much like my period I was on my own for the day.

I felt fine now. My stomach was settled. Long ago, I had found where they kept food in the kitchen, so I ate a little about mid morning.

Angela’s Library

Everything stayed where it was supposed to.

Bustling around I cleaned the apartment and straightened everything up.

I hummed to myself as I worked and thought of Master Damien and his Brothers. It was morning, so they would be training.

Suddenly, I felt vicious. I wanted to tear the head off of my opponent.

A good fight was really what I needed. Being made to sit and watch a fight was boring, even if I was supposed to be learning new techniques.

My Brothers all agreed with me.

The feelings faded and I stood in the living area confused. I didn’t have Brothers and I wasn’t watching a fight. Perhaps I was losing my mind, I thought. Shaking myself free of the strange feelings I got back to work.

I was sent to the Keepers the next day. The morning nausea happened so I wasn’t given a morning meal, but otherwise I was well. Keeping me at home too long might alert the other men something was wrong with me. My owners were tired of hearing about what a sickly slave I had become. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

They wanted everything to look normal, so they wouldn’t have to hear about it.

“Your cycle will come soon, anyway,” one of my owners told me on the transport, “and then we will be forced to keep you in our home.”

“I would Love to study the organs that make it bleed,” one of them said bluntly, “but a human would die if we opened it that way.”

My skin crawled and I felt overwhelming fear for a moment. They wanted to dissect me. I saw myself spread out in the Living area with my guts hanging out.

A strange comfort came over me a moment later and I spoke with confidence. “Master Damien and his Brothers would find a way to repay you if you injured me like that. You know it is so, I have nothing to fear from you. You are intelligent, but you are not as strong.”

The transport stopped abruptly and the Warriors around me stared at me.

The looks on their faces should have had me cowering on the floor, but they didn’t. I knew that what I had said was the truth.