A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

Hesitantly, I looked down at my nipples. They were still puckered up, but now they had shiny silver rings through them. A translucent sheen of the healing cream was over each of them. I lifted the rings and saw my owners’ crest hanging from each one.

Surprisingly, I liked the look.

“They are pretty like this. Do you like them, Masters?” I asked sitting up.

I hadn’t had a man stare at my chest like that since I’d been on earth, certainly not five men at once.

“We like it very much, Ciara,” Master Bane said brushing the side of my breast.

“We are to leave them alone for two day cycles, Ciara,” Master Damien said brushing the other breast. “You are absolutely not to touch or play with them.”

“Yes, Master Damien,” I answered obediently.

It wasn’t like I was the one playing with my nipples most of the time anyway, but I didn’t want to bring that up.

The men fed me breakfast and stared at me the entire time. These guys were really into piercings, I thought.

Master Kein washed me today. During my shower he cleaned very carefully around my new jewelry. When he gave me my other cleaning and inserted the plug, he made sure my nipples didn’t rub on the bench. A very thin sheen of the healing cream was again applied to my nipples. Once I was clean he walked me to the closet.

The men dressed me differently today. They attached a silver chain at my waist. Blue strips of gauzy fabric went from the chain down to my ankles. A slightly thicker strip of fabric covered my sex and the crack of my ass. My top was left bare.

We walked through the courtyard and the men stopped to talk to almost everyone. I felt like I should have a sign that read ‘Just had my nipples pierced, come and look’. They really wanted to show me off today.

We were apparently going shopping. Once they had made their perusal of the yard, they dressed me in my dull brown outfit. We walked briskly through the street vendors to their preferred shopping district through the second stone wall. I noted the man with the earring cart was in there now.

“Ciara,” Master Damien said, “choose a new pair.”

I carefully looked over what the man had and pointed to one in their colors. They seemed pleased with the selection.

Master Damien walked into the clothing shop and greeted the man named Fredrik warmly. I recognized Mia and went with her when she came to get me.

She noticed the piercings right away.

“Did they hurt?” she asked very quietly.

“No,” I whispered back, “the man named Blain put something on me, so I didn’t feel it.”

“Mine are very sensitive,” she said gesturing to the row of nipples on each side of her chest.

“So are mine,” I whispered back to her.

The men appeared behind us and she stopped talking and finished taking me out of my brown outfit.

I soon learned why we had come today. I was to explain the belly dancing outfit from home and the men in the shop would make me one. Master Damien allowed me to speak directly to the men today. He explained I would not be allowed to speak to them after we left the shop today.

“Careful, Damien,” the shopkeeper warned, “earth slaves are easily confused. You could just have it speak to Mia and we will listen. Our Mia knows about making things with cloth. It made them on its home world. Mia will ask the correct questions.”

“Our Ciara is bright, but you may be right,” Master Damien said. “It looks at men without our permission now. We do not wish to punish it.”

There wasn’t time to ponder the odd conversation before Mia prompted me to talk about the outfit. I explained it in detail to her. I had never sewn anything, so I felt like my description was lacking, but she seemed to understand.

“Master,” Mia said to her owners, “the outfit this slave describes will cover most of the slave. It is not ornamentation.”

She was right. The belly dancing outfit, while almost risque on earth, would be extremely conservative here.

“Damien, do you want the outfit to be more like the ornamentation we like for the slaves or do you want a replica of the original outfit?” he asked.

“A replica would interest us. We would like to see the slave appear as it does at home for this dance.”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Does the dance have meaning for your people?” Mia asked and I laughed remembering my old instructor.

“Fertility,” I answered her still giggling.

“And why is that funny, Ciara?” Master Kein asked watching me.

“I’m completely infertile here, Master,” I said still grinning.

Of course they didn’t get the joke, but I could see Mia did.

Much like before we went out to lunch after shopping. Luckily they didn’t feed me anything that made me high. They had learned a lot about what food to give me and I was glad.

On our way back to the Warriors’ compound a shadow passed over the ground and the men around us scrambled. A blaring whistle cut through the air and continued to blast. We were under attack.

In their haste, the men knocked over the vendors’ carts and each other. Doors slammed as the men barricaded themselves inside their dwellings. The shadow went right and the screaming started.

Master Evan pushed me into an alley and told me to stay. I crouched down and watched as my men ran toward the sounds of a struggle.

Everything was silent where I was left. Most of the action seemed to happening several streets over. It seemed like no one was moving inside the buildings beside me.

Only one man was left outside. He had tripped and gotten stuck under an overturned cart. The man tried to crawl under it to hide.

All of the sudden something dropped out of the sky. It was just as Rose had described. The beast was covered in long brown fur. It had to be at least nine feet tall with clawed digits and the largest teeth I’ve ever seen. The creature’s wingspan was folded, but I could see the dagger sharp tips along the edges.

There were hints to the sex of the beast. I saw four distinct nipples on small taut breasts poking out of its fur. That was the only feminine quality I saw on the thing.

I stayed quietly in a crouch and didn’t move. She walked right past me like I wasn’t even there. Her attention was all on the cart with the man beneath it.

She picked up the cart and tossed it away. The shaggy haired man hiding there shrieked and tried to run. The woman grabbed him and started to take off.

Men piled back into the street, four of them to be exact. They attacked the woman with knives and flailing fists, but it was to no avail. She laughed at them and picked a second man up.

“You are mine until the next lunar cycle,” she laughed spreading her wings.

Warriors were there suddenly, there were five, so they must be a family. They attacked the woman, but she just jabbed them with the sharp tips of her wings. The woman held her struggling bounty tight and took off.

The Warriors ordered the three men back into their house and they took off running following as she flew away.

An earth shaking screech sounded and I saw two other women taking off into the air. The two struggling men were being held by the original women. I pitied them as I heard their cries. To be kidnapped so ruthlessly and taken from home was awful.

My stomach felt weak and so did my legs. I sagged into the building next to me and sunk down to my knees. My ears were ringing, but I heard men piling back into the streets. I prayed they wouldn’t notice me.

I saw shoes in front of me and cringed. My Warriors wore boots; I had been noticed.

“What are you?” the man asked harshly.

There was nothing to do. I couldn’t speak to him. I shouldn’t even look at him. I stared at his shoes and waited to see how badly this would end.

“That belongs to Damien and his Brothers,” another man said. “Leave it alone, they won’t like you talking to it.”

“It distracts them from their job. They should not be playing with a slave, they should be finding my Brothers,” he said grabbing my hood and veil.

I cringed when the bright light hit me. This was not going to end well. I closed my eyes and held my breath, but nothing else happened. No one seemed to be moving in the street.

“Did you touch our slave?” Master Damien asked in a low voice.

“My Brothers were taken,” my aggressor shrilly answered, “you should be looking for them.”

“Did you touch our slave?” Master Damien repeated.

“I only touched this fabric. I don’t want your slave. I want my Brothers back. You must go find my Brothers!” he cried.

I felt bad for the man. He was just upset. Now that my owners were here I had the luxury of such feelings again.