A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“Unbelievable! Master Evan exclaimed throwing his hands up and grabbing his head.

“We will not survive this,” Master Kein moaned sinking next to Master Damien.

It was hilarious. They were all upset and it was so silly. I laughed out loud. They Laughed with me.

“The slave will be the death of us,” Master Bane said holding his side and chuckling.

This wasn’t funny to them. It was serious. Our Laughter subsided and they were all looking at me warily.

“Remember when Ronal told us this morning that he remembered human slaves having a child, Damien,” Master Evan said. “He seems to know about the human slaves that come to the mountains. We should find out if our cousins from the red mountains had the same..

Master Evan faltered and the internal conversation took over. Being bonded to me was not necessarily a problem, he did not want to phrase it as such. It wasn’t normal and it did pose a challenge, though.

“Perhaps,” Master Christof stated gesturing toward the sky, “they have not been honest with us.”

The internal conversation took over. This may happen more than anyone knew. If it happened, no Warrior would admit it.

We started back toward a different place suddenly and as a group. Master Damien needed to talk to Ronal.

We walked briskly through the large hallways. We moved through the labyrinth of tunnels toward the opposite side of the mountain where Ronal worked.

Ronal and his Brothers had been free Warriors, just Like Damien and his Brothers. One of Ronal’s Brothers had been killed. The four wounded family members limped home to their compound and waited to die. The women had picked them up and brought them to the mountains.

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Ronal and his remaining Brothers had slowly healed. Their owners in the mountains had told them men could survive losing a Brother. Such talk was unheard of in the compound, which is why they were removed from there.

We walked into a huge hall that seemed like a factory. Master Damien walked us through the commotion to the center where Ronal stood.

“Damien,” the other man acknowledged my owners, “good to see you. Come to visit the sorting room have you?”

The men were very busy around us, putting pieces of rough metal of various shapes into different bins. They weighed, measured, and examined each piece carefully. It was quite a production.

..le‘’d like to talk tonight,” Master Damien said.

“My Brothers and I would be happy to, Damien,” Ronal answered. “Your slave could provide entertainment,” he offered. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

My owners were shocked. No man ever requested such a thing of another’s slave.

“Come now,” Ronal laughed, “we have seen many slaves here. They all have a talent for entertaining us. Does this one? We wish some compensation for our evening.”

I swiveled my hips experimentally. Yes, I could still dance, even with the belly.

“You see,” Ronal pointed, “the slave is bursting to show her skills. It’s settled,” he said smiling.

Master Damien thought it best to spell out exactly what skills I would be showing Ronal and his Brothers. Best leave no room for confusion later.

“The slave will dance for us,” Master Damien stated, “but only we touch our slave.”