A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“You could pleasure yourselves with your hands,” I said hopefully, “or I could pleasure you with my hand.”

That would be unheard of. A man’s seed must be deposited in a living vessel. Anything Less would be a terrible insult. Their essence should only be left somewhere alive.

The collective opinion clashed with my own and Christof gasped at my take on the matter.

“It is a form of control,” he said softly while rising to pace the floor. “We could make our own release, but the women want us to depend on them for it.”

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Damien started to understand and slowly they all did. The women force them to look forward to the horrible couplings by making sure they didn’t get relief any other way. Damien and his Brothers had never looked at it like that.

A strange memory occurred to me. My uncles had used socks and towels to clean up the resulting mess when the pleasured themselves. The women just didn’t want the men using their seed Like that.

I imagined the initial intent was to only allow sex with women. The slaves in the compound were obviously an appeasement for overanxious Warriors who would not wait. Slaves kept men on the compound and away from the mountains. The only other option was going to forced couplings. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Kein bolted to the bathing room and returned with five small towels. I sat up and watched him hand them out. Everyone was excited and perplexed about doing this.

They’d been told this was wrong and never encouraged to do it. It was such a temptation, though. It would feel so Liberating.

I knew they’d feel better if it seemed more familiar to them.

“First one to finish wins,” I said softly and to no one in particular.

Christof had done this before and took the dare first. The others followed suit and I watched fascinated at their impromptu circle jerk. They looked down at what they were doing with fascination. No one had ever said they could do this.

Kein came first, probably he was already stimulated from what we’d done. His Brothers followed in rapid sequence with Bane losing the whole contest. None of them felt they’d Lost anything, though.

They’d won a certain freedom today. The women could not control them this way. If they felt the urge again, they had an outlet. There was nothing wrong with what I called masturbating. It was markedly exhilarating.

The rags the men had used to catch their seed were all taken to the lavatory and washed. We were all elated at their new found freedom. They felt a measure of control and they liked it.

“Thank you, Ciara,” Master Damien said to me with a grin, “we enjoy the way you see the world.”

I smiled back at him and petted my growing belly. Freedom felt good and I was glad my daughter would have that.

Time passed in the mountains. I had only my five men for company, but they were always present. My thoughts were a constant amalgamation of mine and theirs. It forced us to know each other and compromise on even the littlest thing. As my belly grew, I felt more and more attached to my Warriors.

The six of us grew very close. We experienced each other in ways I’d never dreamed possible. I understood them completely and they understood me.

The dreams were always when we were closest. They saw the world through my eyes and I saw it through theirs. During the day my opinions played into their actions as theirs played into mine. It changed our relationship.

“A slave can be bought and sold,” Master Evan said one night while we sat around the fire in our apartment.

I had been knitting and not really paying attention to them at all. As it was now most days, my attention had been on Nu-reeh’s lessons from the morning. The conversation took me off guard.

“Ciara can’t be sold,” Master Kein said, “ever.”

We all strongly agreed. Selling me would be wrong, because buying and selling anyone was wrong. Sentient beings should not be sold or owned.