A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

The dining hall was crowded with men now. They didn’t pay my Masters much attention, except one group.

I didn’t look up as boots stopped by our table, but I knew who it was when I heard the voices.

“You are too weak to be her favorites,” the man said. “No one is better at keeping her attention than we are. Soon she will understand what pathetic sniveling creatures you really are and sell your worthless selves.”

Master Damien didn’t even acknowledge them. He chewed thoughtfully and took another bite swallowing it down with a swig from his cup.

“Meat’s better tonight,” Master Evan said.

Master Kein disagreed, “Still too heavy with the gravy.”

The man slammed what was most likely his fist on the table and Master Damien offered me a chunk of meat. I took it and chewed like I was supposed to, but the tension was rising in the air. This would not end peacefully.

My Masters were ready for a good fight. They just wanted this family to get a Little more worked up. Master Damien and his Brothers were rulers of their tempers. They knew men didn’t think right once the rage took hold of them.

The other men surrounded our table and I swallowed what had been in my mouth. Master Damien was very clear in his internal command. When the fight started, I was to get under the table and stay there.

One of the men swung out at Master Damien and I scrambled into my hiding spot. The fight started swiftly. The men were battling it out amid the shouting of their excited cousins.

Part of me was glad to be ignored and under the table. A Larger part of me wanted to be out there with them, tearing those guys up. I could feel it. My owners were having a wonderful time.

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The men they were fighting were from a different compound. Their style was novel. Master Damien and his Brothers were fascinated at the moves they were using. Not to say the other men were winning, but my Masters were enjoying playing with them.

A roar stopped all the noise from the men. I peeked out and some women were entering the hall. The men separated like nothing had happened and everyone went back to their seats. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

I waited until Master Damien motioned for me and I crawled back to my kneeling place. They fed me and talked as the women wove through the crowd.

“Fighting, young men?” Nu-reeh asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” we answered as a group.

“Did you enjoy it?” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress.

She seemed satisfied and walked off, her talons clattering Lightly on the floor.

I heard the internal discussion as my men contemplated the women. Nu-reeh Liked to see them riled up and fighting. When the men were fired up they were entertaining.

We walked back toward our rooms and were accompanied by Ronal and his three Brothers. Walking with the other men I had the strange memory of a three Legged dog that Lived down the street on Earth. The dog never seemed aware of his disability, but everyone else was.

My men had watched my internal musings with some amount of humor. They seemed to find the analogy strange. It was fitting, though. Ronal’s loss was visible to everyone that saw them. The only men seemingly without issue with it were the Brothers involved.

Inside our rooms Master Christof whisked me into the back to change. He tied the skirt so my Lower body was entirely covered. The wrap for my top was also looped around me several times.

I danced around the fire pit as Master Kein strummed his stringed instrument. Dancing, for once, was strange. Master Damien and his Brothers were torn between wanting to see my flesh teasing them and hiding it from our guests. I did my best to be conservative with my moves.