A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

I woke up and was groggy, as usual. Master Evan was straddling my waist and looking down at me. He pinched my nipples firmly until they were puckered and tight.

“One day these will hold our crest,” he said pulling me out of bed and toward the kitchen. We ate breakfast first today and then Master Evan took me to the shower.

He cleaned me completely and had be me lay back across his lap. This was usually when he inserted the plug. Today he was in a playful mood. He had oiled his fingers and stroked my tight pucker. Alternating between long slow penetration and shallow two fingered stretching, he had me bucking back against him.

Using a slightly different smelling oil he spread it all over my butt. It had a slightly sweet smell to it. He massaged the meaty pieces and then pulled them apart so I was completely exposed to him. I felt him blow air onto my anus and it clenched at the odd sensation.

My body was responding, getting ready for a marathon sex session with my Masters. My clit ached to be touched and my cunt was slick with moisture. I grasped the edges of the bench I was on and tried to get control. He didn’t want sex, I told my body, he was just playing around.

I heard the other men come into the room and was for some reason suddenly embarrassed. It wasn’t like they had never seen me fucked before, just never in the shower room. My face flushed as Master Bane knelt beside me to look into my eyes.

“You have to do the entire body, Evan,” he said watching with piqued interest, “not just that piece. Although it is ready, it is always ready for us.”

“I like to see it like this,” Master Evan said. “It is so docile and doesn’t fight. Our women would never allow this.”

“This is not a woman,” Master Kein stated and I heard Master Evan sound flustered for a moment.

I almost thought he was about to argue with Master Kein when he stopped. Looking back at him I saw a moment of utter confusion on his face as he looked at me. Master Damien shook him out of it when he reiterated we had to get ready.

I felt a brush pass through my hair which was quickly wound into a bun at the top of my head. Once that was done their hands were everywhere.

The men massaged the sweet oil into every piece of my body. They had me flip over on the bench and Master Evan moved so I was flat on my now oiled back. They massaged me completely, even my face and in between my toes.

When Master Kein reached my weeping cunt he stopped. “It is already wet here,” he stated.

“It must be marked completely. Oil that part, also,” Master Damien said working over my breasts.

I had taken all the stimulation I could for one morning. As Master Kein’s fingers oiled my lips and clit, I came hard arching my back off the bench.

“Please fuck me,” I begged hoarsely as my body convulsed on air.

“Such language,” Master Evan chastised looking down at me with an evil expression.

I put my feet together on the bench and spread my legs wantonly. “Please, Masters, I need you inside of me,” I said huskily watching Master Evan’s amused face.

The men laughed at me as they watched me twitch. Despite my sensitivity Master Kein was thorough and coated my private area in the substance. His long fingers even delved inside coating my walls with the oil.

I lay panting on the bench as a small floating transport pad was brought in. I wasn’t allowed to stand, probably because I’d slip on my slick feet. They transferred me to the pad and then showered themselves off.

The pad was comfortable. It felt like a firm bed underneath me. There was even a built in pillow under my head.

As they washed I watched them quizzically. I couldn’t figure out why I was covered in a thin sheen of this stuff. It wasn’t unpleasant, just strange. Master Damien saw the look on my face and interpreted it correctly as a question.

“The oil marks you as off limits to our cousins today,” he said rinsing off.

I nodded my understanding and rested on the platform. Looking down at myself I realized there was no mistaking I was covered in something. My skin was glistening. I was asking before I had realized my mouth was open.

“Why am I off limits, Masters?” I asked and then inwardly cursed myself.

I just couldn’t stop being curious.

Master Evan’s face was above mine a moment later, so close I almost had to cross my eyes to look at him.

“We will train our cousins to use you for your purpose this day. Do you wish them to practice on you?” he asked mischievously.

I started to scramble off the floating pad and was restrained. Despite the oil they had no difficulty holding me on the table.

“You’re going to teach them how to have sex with me?!” I shouted.

“Yes,” Master Bane said, “but only we will be touching you.”

As though that made it any better. I panted on the table, but couldn’t move. They were still holding me down.

“We have seen Earth slaves that must be restrained during their days in the tent. We had hoped you would not need that,” Master Damien said watching my face.

Part of me wanted to scream and cry this was wrong, but I was a slave now. A slave with Masters that fed and cared for me very well. I didn’t want to disappoint them. I relaxed on the table.

“I’ll be good, Master Damien,” I whispered.

The men pulled me on my floating trolley to lay in their room while they dressed. I tried to think of things to distract my mind from the rest of the day. They didn’t seem particularly bothered by anything and were finished quickly.

As they pulled the little pad out the door Master Damien looked down at me.

“You should close your eyes, Ciara. You are not permitted to look at anyone or speak to anyone unless we tell you to. If we find you looking, we will remove the oil and put you at the posts,” he warned.

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“No, Masters,” I whispered closing my eyes. A six headed dragon could fly through the sky today and I wouldn’t look at it.