A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

My owners explained how they cleaned and stretched the area, so they could use it. The stretching could be started at the auction if the Warriors paid or they could start it at home. My owners recommended having the auctioneer do it first, so the slave was ready when they were brought back to Pateria.

“You will not want to wait once you realize how much it feels like our women,” Master Bane said placing his fingers inside me back there.

The sensations were too much and too little all at once. I had fingers in my mouth and my ass. Someone’s fingers were strumming my clit. I exploded and writhed under their ministrations. When Master Damien removed his fingers from my mouth, I begged them to fill me and touch me using polite words.

My body came down slowly and I became aware of where I was and what I had done. I was humiliated by my wanton behavior and blushed deeply. Trying to hide my shame I turned my face to the side. Long fingers stroked the hair at the back of my neck as I caught my breath.

My ears perked to the sounds the men around me were making. I wondered how hard they had laughed at me and how stupid I must have looked.

“It wants you?”

“What was it like, the first time it asked you?”

“It encourages your touches?”

“What reward do you give it for this behavior?”

The voices sounded awestruck. Not that I had just orgasmed in front of them, but that I wanted my owners. I had gathered the women here did not particularly want the men. Evidently they were impressed something craved what they had to offer.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Would you like me to fill you now, Ciara?” Master Evan asked from my right.

“Yes, Master, please,” I said reaching out toward him. I hoped they wanted me to answer like that.

Judging by the praise their peers gave them, it was the right response. Master Evan took my hand and kissed me full on the lips.

“My brothers and I will fill you until exhaustion tonight, Ciara,” he promised in my ear.

They always kept their promises and I shuddered at the proposition.

The wind billowing around my legs finally let up and I stretched out on the table. I’d been held like that for too long to be considered comfortable. I felt fingers running down the lines of my body as I stretched across the floating pad.

The conversation continued for a while longer as I lay there. Master Christof told me it was time to close my eyes again, which I did obediently. Watching the men analyze me had been humiliating. I felt hidden with my own eyes closed.

I heard a man offer a game of chuke to my owners. Master Damien said they had to feed and clean me before they could come down.

“Ah, the down side of ownership?” the man asked.

“It is not an unreasonable price,” Master Damien answered.

After the last group finished with their questions I was told to lay still. I had the sensation of motion as my little floating pad was pulled into the sunlight.

As they pulled me upstairs I thought about what I had done. If more Paterians were interested in humans, more would be kidnapped. If I had been thinking, I would have done things so they wouldn’t want human slaves. The idea upset me.

“Tell me, Ciara,” Master Damien said from beside me, as we went up the stairs.

I knew I couldn’t lie to him anymore, not unless I got better at it. A large part of me didn’t want to upset him, for reasons I didn’t clearly understand, but that didn’t mean other humans would want to be enslaved.

“It will make you mad and you won’t understand, Master Damien,” I told him honestly.

The light changed and I figured we were in their rooms.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded and pulled me to sit up. “Tell me what you were thinking just then and don’t give me any excuses.”

We were in our rooms upstairs. They had pulled me into the bathroom and were looking at me, waiting.

I took a deep breath, “If I did a good job your cousins will want more human slaves and the slavers will kidnap more women. I love you, but other women will not want to leave earth,” I pushed out in one breath.

It didn’t strike me I had told them I loved them until I finished my statement. I blushed deeply, but they didn’t seem to notice and pulled me under the spray of the showers.

“You will react to us the way you were trained to, every time,” Master Evan said starting to scrub me off.

“And whether we want Earth slaves or not, they will still be taken,” Master Bane said. “If we do not want them, they just go other places.”

“Although we are curious what you mean when you say the word ‘love’,” Master Kein told me. “You are not bonded to us.”

Now I was really blushing furiously, I hadn’t meant to say that.

“It means I like you, Masters, on my planet you didn’t have to be family to those you loved,” I told them.

The men debated as they watched me. That didn’t make any sense to them.

“It means I like you a lot and I worry about you, Masters,” I clarified wishing I had never had the original thought.

It’s not like loving them made any sense anyway. Christof I had loved, but he was not himself anymore. In a way, I saw parts of him in all of them now. Maybe I did love all of them then.

I looked up at them as they talked amongst themselves. If what I felt for them was love, it only went one way. I was just a thing that they bought for pleasure. It would be foolish to think that they cared for me the way I cared for them.

The men seemed oblivious to my inner turmoil and they accepted the answer finally.

“Of course you love us, Ciara,” Master Damien told me confidently. “We care for you better than you have ever been cared for. We are the most important creatures in your world.”

I was glad they had their own opinion on the matter, because the way I felt confused me.

The men fed me a hearty meal and then we went down toward the arena they played their game in. I sat by myself and watched them. I guessed the men they were playing with had all been at the tent today. That meant they weren’t slave owners. I made the best of it, but it was boring without my friends.