A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

Taking up the shackles, he affixed them to her wrists whilst her tail swished back against him. Its soft touch brushed lightly against his hard cock, batting it left and right. Once again, she began to purr as he bound her. This time, he didn’t lock her arms around anything, but merely made sure they were tied back. Once he was finished, he pulled on the chain between the shackles to make the point that she was once again properly restrained.

“Do you want to be your master’s fuck-toy again?” he asked her; casually stroking his hand up along her belly to cup one of her plump breasts.

“Yes, master!”

“Good, because fucking your tight pussy got me just about ready to pop. Now lie back.” He didn’t wait for her to keep to the order and instead he slipped his hand up to rest at her collar bone before shoving her back onto the bed. “Lift your legs into the air and show me my slave’s pussy.”

Fiona’s dancing talents came into play as she lifted her legs up into a perfect V, pointing her toes toward opposite bed posts and showing herself off to the fullest. With her arms locked behind her, she wiggled a little to scoot further onto the bed for him. She was helped along when he wrapped his arms around her legs and thrust himself into her pussy with one sleek motion. Her back arched with her head propping up her body whilst she released a heated scream once she again found herself on the receiving end of a very hard fucking. Once he built up a rapid rhythm, he unravelled one of his arms from around her thighs and instead reached up to lock his fingers around her neck. A light squeeze was all that was needed before she gasped out and tried to speak. It wasn’t that his hand was applying pressure to her throat that stopped her though, but rather that she was finding it excessively difficult to breathe properly whilst on the receiving end of the ecstasy his savage fucking was giving her.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“Master… slave… c-cum! Please!” she just about managed to squeak out those words and he mercifully decided they were enough.

“Yes, you little slut. Cum for your master!”

He needn’t have bothered with any of the words after ‘yes’. The last of Fiona’s mounted resistance crumbled and she came apart beneath him with a fierce climax. It began with his hand lightly squeezing her throat in a dominance gesture, and finished with it pressed down hard against her chest to keep her in place as she spasmed and flailed with the force of her explosive release.

Once again, he felt the splash of her fuck juices across his hips. A testament to just how thoroughly she was enjoying herself and the treatment he was giving her. Such treatment wasn’t something he found necessary in order to enjoy himself, but it was hardly a turn-off. He held back as long as he could to fuck her through her climax and to make it feel as intense as possible before he allowed himself to join her.

“Are you ready to take your master’s cum?” he asked; feeling himself beginning to lose control.

“Yes! Give it to me! Give your fuck-toy your cum, master!” she hissed out the words; her eyes fixed on his whilst he continued to pump her pussy.

“I’m going to shower you in it, mark you with it,” he growled the words before finally letting go.

That promise triggered an unexpected second climax to detonate through Fiona’s body. Having no time to ask for permission, she simply cried out: “Master!”

True to his word, he felt his cum erupt inside her and allowed her to feel the warm spurts filling her tight sheath before he pulled out of her to hold the base of his cock and gush the rest of his intense climax across her body like a particularly lewd fountain.

A side effect of him having to stop the first time he was building up to his climax was that it seemed to have made this one particularly powerful. The group watched as a thick, creamy rope shot over Fiona’s body to splatter over her cheek, down her neck and collar and over her bare breast. The next landed squarely across the lower hemispheres of her tits and finished on her belly, whilst the last merely oozed from the tip of his cock to pool in her belly-button.

“She didn’t ask if she could cum!” Lydia pointed out. “Does that mean she needs another spanking? This time I might take a run-up.”

Gregory laughed and then shook his head as the cum-coated beauty before him continued to writhe and squirm whilst rubbing his cum into her fur with a near-reverential determination.

“No, I think she’s had enough for today. Time to clean her up.” He turned around and walked toward the bucket of warm water to get a cloth, stopping when he heard familiar sloshing noises from behind him.

Turning around, he saw that Algra, Janette, and Lydia had all surrounded the very happy cat-woman and had started clean up operations with their tongues. He dropped the cloth in surprise, and then bowed down to swipe it up again before heading back over to them. Although a tongue-bath was definitely enjoyable, he spent some time cleaning Fiona’s body with the cloth. Slow swipes of the material against her fur-lined skin calmed and relaxed her once again.

“You know, Fiona, you are so beautiful,” he said. The authorative tone had disappeared, and his voice was warm and kind to her once again. “And it’s such a privilege to be your master.”

Fiona turned her head to smile up at him contentedly. He watched Lydia lean down to lick the warm cum from her friend’s cheek whilst Algra and Janette happily lapped it up from her breasts. Janette then lowered her head toward the pool of cream in Fiona’s bellybutton, and Algra raised her herself up to look over at him.

“You need cleaning up, my mate.” She looked over his sweat-coated body, and the mess Fiona had made of his crotch area.