A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“My Masters say he refused to go the Last coupling. His brothers had to go without him. It was a disgrace to them, but they won’t talk about it. He was punished for refusing to go, if he refuses again my owners say he may be killed,” Tamia chimed in.

I saw Master Bane jumping up and down on the field so I clapped my hands and hooted. This conversation had to end soon, obviously it wasn’t something they wanted spread all over the compound.

“You called them brothers, but they don’t look anything alike,” I said hoping it would change the subject.

“Oh, no it’s the markings they have that make them brothers. It is probably the same mark they put on your stomach. They think they must be born with it. When the mothers bring the sons back they all have them. When the Child Keepers notice similar marks they put the children together. They grow up that way,” Fuji answered.

I was relieved to see the Warriors all heading back toward us. I had enjoyed talking to the women, but the talk about Master Christof had bothered me twofold. I didn’t want to get into trouble mainly.

Secondly, he had problems, that much was obvious; being a big mouth about it wouldn’t help. I would never bring that subject up in public again.

“Did you enjoy talking with the other slaves?” Master Damien asked as we walked back toward the courtyard.

“Yes, Master Damien,” I answered politely watching his heels.

“Did you learn anything interesting?”

“Yes, Master Damien,” I answered again keeping my head down but trying to use my peripherals. There seemed to be a lot of people milling about.

Angela’s Library

He turned to face me and I ran into him. None of the men had redressed after the game. I was looking into his sculpted chest with it’s sprinkling of dark hair. I tilted my face up to look in his eyes.

“Ciara, what did you learn?”

“The women here are mean and you have to have sex with them. Your teeth grow when you’re excited. The slavers won’t get me again. I’m Lucky I’m human or the slavers would have sold me a worse place…” I trailed off and Master Damien smiled.

“We are going into the public bath. When we get inside we will remove your ornamentation and you will join us. You will bathe me,” he said. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

I nodded unhappily. I had gotten used to being sort of dressed in public. He noticed the look and raised an eyebrow at me.

“I don’t like to go without clothes in front of other people, Master Damien,” I complained quietly.

“Are you disobeying me, slave?” he asked.

I could feel his brothers surrounding me. Now seemed like a bad time to make them angry.

“No, Master Damien,” I said meekly Looking down.

We walked into a huge hall, the ceiling had to be up two stories. The public bath was bigger than the public swimming pool at home. It was at least half a foot ball field long. There were Warriors already there, lounging and swimming. Slaves were interspersed in the men.

The men stopped at a small enclave in the wall. A symbol, their symbol, was above it. Inside were several cushions and places to sit. They laid their clothes inside and started to undress me.

My care was evidently a group project. Master Damien unhooked the chains from my collar that held my breast covers in place. Master Christof removed my earrings. Master Bane took the chain from around my waist, while Master Kein had Leaned down to work on my sandals. I thought I was done, but Master Evan reached out and removed a piece of metal from beneath each breast.

“What are those?” I asked looking at the thin curved metal. I hadn’t even felt them there.