A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

Master Kein had removed his shirt, but was still wearing his pants. His state of undress was typical for the room. Pulling my back flush against his bare chest, he stroked the soft tissue of my breasts, tugging at the tips lightly.

I tried to cover my chest and prevent him from touching them. He just laughed at me. Both my hands were rapidly captured by one of his and pulled behind my back. Master Kein held me with one hand and the other took its time fondling my chest.

The other men watched Master Kein, but didn’t move closer to us. Since they had stopped stalking me, I felt less like prey and was able to calm down. Master Kein continued to roll and tweak my nipples. The restraining hand around my wrists loosened and I bravely stroked the long rod still in Master Kein’s pants.

I had promised myself to not fight them. If they wanted sex, I would have to submit to them. Those magical fingers teasing and stroking the soft skin of my chest made it easier to want to do just that.

“Naughty slave, I lost the bet when you didn’t ask before the morning meal,” Master Kein whispered in my ear.

Master Kein pushed me toward Master Bane next. I was thrust toward the wide hairy chest and put my hands up to stop myself from smacking into him. Master Bane took both my wrists in one of his hands and ran the other down my back.

The exploring hand moved expertly to the flesh of my butt. Master Bane took hold of the plug and pulled it lightly. My back arched in an attempt for my body not to feel the stretch of the thing’s removal.

Master Bane didn’t want to take it out completely. Instead, he slowly fucked me with the strange phallus. I allowed myself to loosen around the thick width of it and he had an easier time moving it in and out.

It was such a strange sensation as he pulled and twisted the plug. It felt kind of like I had to go to the bathroom. In another way, it was deeply sexual. Moaning against Master Bane’s chest, he chuckled and told me he had bet I would ask in the courtyard after the talk.

The combined sensations of touching such an intimate place and my soft body rubbing against his coarse hair was stimulating me terribly. By now Master Bane had released my hands and I was pressed firmly to his chest. His palms were separating the bouncy round flesh around the plug as his fingers worked between them.

I still had enough presence of mind to be glad I didn’t ask when he thought I would. This would have been awful in the courtyard.

Everyone groped me and told me when they had bet I would ask. I was passed from man to man. They were still in various states of undress. All the attention had the desired effect. I was rapidly starting to want this as badly as they did.

Master Damien was the last to grab me and he pushed me onto the bed with a laugh. Sitting on the butt plug wasn’t comfortable and I got to my knees. Master Evan was behind me a moment pushing my knees apart and kneeling between them.

Master Evan pushed with his hand on my upper back until my chest was flush with the mattress.

“I choose here today,” Master Evan said pulling my cheeks apart and tapping firmly over the plug.

Nervousness started to set in. I was still anxious about anal sex and I remembered Master Evan wasn’t small. He must have sensed my fear because he sought to calm me with long strokes over my low back and butt.

Again the plug was pulled out and then slowly reinserted several times. The widest part got less and less uncomfortable with each pass. I was so embarrassed sprawled on my chest with my ass in the air. I struggled to get in a less exposed position and Master Evan told me to stay.

The plug was gone completely quite suddenly. I felt empty at its loss, but not for long. The oil they used was being dripped over my loosened hole and then Master Evan pressed into me.

Despite having done this the day before, I still expected pain. They were good and getting what they wanted from me, though. Although I thought I was tense, my ass was slack from their manipulation and slippery with the oil. The head of Master Evan’s cock pushed into me, quickly followed by the rest of him.

It was different from the plug, fuller and warmer. Thankfully, it was not a painful experience, though. Master Evan stayed still for a long moment cursing liberally.

“Just like our women, Bane,” he gasped.

Master Evan’s hands stroked over my back and came to grip my plump buttocks, pulling them apart. Small, fast movements in and out was all he did for moment. His big thumbs dug into the sensitive tissue just beside where his cock moved. I looked back to see he was completely focused on what he was doing.

Through the utter humiliation at being watched like this, I realized it was arousing me. The thought of each of them watching me and then taking me was a sexual thrill. I longed for fingers on my clit or lips wrapped around my nipples. A little more stimulation and I’d be orgasming madly. The frustration made my hands grip futilely at the sheets.

No one else touched me as Master Evan started to thrust into me with longer, less controlled thrusts. Embarrassingly, I missed the extra attention. I assumed that must have been part of the bet or perhaps that had been a one time thing. How shameful to realize I had liked it.

Using my hair Master Evan pulled me to my knees so my back was flush with his front. His cock was still buried deeply locking us together. He licked at my sweaty neck and then spoke.

“Tell me, Ciara. Do you prefer when my brothers take part or do you prefer for them to watch?” he panted in my ear.

I wasn’t sure what they wanted to hear and I told him that.

“Preference, Ciara, there is no right answer. There is only the truth. Give me the truth now or we will put you back at the posts when we are done,” he said into my ear continuing to hold me up and giving my head a shake.

Master Evan’s hand had fisted in my hair at the base of my skull as he pulled me farther back, so I arched painfully in front of him.

Perhaps they were mind readers, at this point I didn’t know. If I ever had to explain it to myself, that would be the excuse I used. There touches were magical when they worked together; I liked it.

“I like to be touched, Master Evan,” I whispered.

I almost hoped they wouldn’t hear me.

“We had hoped you would feel that way. Though convincing you would have been enjoyable,” Master Damien said coming forward to pinch and pull on my nipples.

Master Evan released me and I went back to leaning on my hands and knees. My face was flushed bright pink in embarrassment. He didn’t notice and started to take longer deeper strokes into my body.

The hands were back on my flesh, touching and exploring. I shuddered enjoying all the extra attention.

“It is too bad, Ciara,” Master Kein said reaching beneath me and touching the moistness between my legs, “that you only have two areas we can use for this.”

“Three, Master Kein,” I moaned as Master Evan continued to thrust into me forcefully.

All action suddenly stopped and I looked around.

“What is the third?” Master Christof asked curiously.

“My mouth, Master Christof,” I said self consciously. I knew they wouldn’t want to use that, it had just slipped out. “On Earth men sometimes use the mouth, sir. You don’t have to though. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

Master Damien traced my lips with his fingers and nudged them apart. Master Evan had lost interest in the conversation and was back to restlessly moving his hips. I sucked Master Damien’s finger between my lips and ran my tongue along it. His eyes looked alight. Through his lips I could see the hint of his fangs, he was tempted.

I have no idea what made me think it was a good idea, but I looked up at him after he removed his finger and said, “I dare you, Master.”

Master Damien’s eyes got wide and I thought I had made him angry. I cringed, but had nowhere to go, stuck as I was to Master Evan’s pole. My body tensed up and Master Evan stopped moving. They were going to hurt me, I was sure of it.

All of the men were excitedly yelling words I couldn’t understand. I wanted to stammer out an apology, but my mouth wouldn’t work. Master Damien just looked down at me for a moment and then finished unlacing his breeches.

The thick mushroom tip of Master Damien’s cock was presented to me and I relaxed. He wasn’t angry; he was just taking the dare.

Master Evan must have wanted to watch, because he withdrew from my ass. The men all got as close as they could and watched. Master Damien had a grip on his cock and held it level with my face.

My tongue flicked out and wetly brushed the flared head in front of me. Master Damien looked shocked and took a step back. I looked up into wide, confused eyes.

Master Bane and Master Evan were laughing and yelling now. I couldn’t understand most of it, but they did ask Master Damien if I had won. That comment seemed to steel his resolve.

He stepped back toward me and only flinched when I took the head in my mouth. I ran my tongue over it like it was a lollipop and Master Damien groaned. Gaining courage, I pushed my mouth down over the length of him.

I couldn’t get it all in the first time and withdrew. No one said anything, so I tried again. This time Master Damien pressed forward and I felt him at the back of my throat.

I’d heard other girls talk about gagging when their boyfriends did this. It had never been an issue for me before. I understood completely now as Master Damien passed well into my throat, but I suppressed the reflex to gag. I sucked as I withdrew this time and swirled my tongue along the length of him.

Was I doing a good job? I wondered.

I felt hands on the back of my head. When I reached the tip the hands forced me back on the shaft. The hands didn’t give any reprieve and made me to take Master Damien to the root.

I couldn’t breath when he did that, so I held my breath. It was like being underwater. The hands pulled back now and I followed them. Breathing through my nose, I expected to be choked on the next stroke, so it didn’t surprise me.

Someone was behind me and slid into my ass with ease. I moaned at the stretch and Master Damien made and incomprehensible sound of pleasure.

“Again,” he moaned a moment later.

I continued to groan and hum as I moved on the thick shaft. Looking up at Master Damien he was looking down at me. His fangs were enormous and the look on his face surprised me. He was fierce and intense. My teeth brushed his shaft accidentally and he grunted.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Don’t do that again, Ciara,” he ordered.

His teeth weren’t comforting to look at, so I lowered my eyes. I concentrated on sucking and humming.

“Look at me,” he commanded and I did raising my eyes to vicious fanged beast fucking my mouth.

He kept a hand on the back of my head, pulling and pushing for his pleasure. The other hand, in sharp contrast to the appearance of his face, cupped my chin gently. I took reassurance from the hand on my face that he wouldn’t hurt me.

Master Damien’s hands weren’t the only ones stroking me. Being aware of what he liked, I could now pay attention to the fingers strumming my clit and pulling on my nipples. My God, these men were magic when they worked together.