A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

“You are not on a kneeling place,” he said stoically.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

In my rush to talk to him, I’d missed my kneeling place by a foot. I shuffled forward and begged again.

“This is the only punishment I can give you,” he said into my ear. “You will feel it until I am satisfied.”

I ate lunch without another word to the man. My distress wasn’t going to sway him. Rose was right, I thought as I ate, I would just have to ignore it.

By the time to leave the Keepers, my hands were mostly numb. I knelt with Fuji waiting outside dejectedly. If they took the bindings off, I’d never touch myself again.

“I’ll ask for you,” Fuji promised, but I knew that was not possible.

Fuji felt bad for me, but she would never be able to ask her owners to do something they didn’t want to do. It just wasn’t in her nature.

A flash of metal at my elbow surprised me and the bindings were cut right down the middle. My arms flopped uselessly at my sides. Now free of the leather my shoulders were spasming and I couldn’t really control my motions.

“Will you touch yourself again?” one of Fuji’s men asked me.

“No, Keeper,” I answered him softly.

The men used Fuji again that night, but I didn’t care anymore. Even as they each reached a climax I didn’t notice. There was no reason to watch or listen to it.

Physical affection was no longer part of my equation. In fact, I was denied any sort of affection. My owners kept me as an Earth encyclopedia and not a very good one at that. I was never going to feel loved again.

It took every fiber of my being to convince myself I could be happy. I had to be happy. I’d die if I thought about what I was missing and what I could never have again.

It wasn’t that I only missed sex. I’d survived a long time without sex. It was the feelings Master Damien and his Brothers elicited in me. I felt loved and cared for. I wondered if I’d ever feel that way again.

My new owners came back from the coupling looking worse for wear. They were happy and animated, though. These men enjoyed their time with the women. From the way they talked they wanted to stay longer.

Oddly, it sounded like they were going back and that confused me. They didn’t like it when I interrupted their conversations, though. I just listened and went silently through my night time rituals.

The next day dawned bright and early. My owners were all very excited as they got me up and going.

“Come, slave,” one of them said holding up a dull brown outfit.

The men wrapped me in what seemed to be two brown tunics and walked me outside to their transport. They were in high spirits, but they seemed to be trying to hide it as we moved onto the transport pad.

We left the compound and passed the village. I wasn’t sure where we were going. We travelled for what must have been hours. Suddenly I understood why I was in two layers though. It was getting colder. My owners were talking, so I did not interrupt, but I wondered where they were taking me.

The ground underneath us was rough and getting rockier. The small amount of vegetation was squat. Except for the chill in the air, I felt like we were going back to the village I had been placed in for punishment. There was no one around here.

Looking ahead I panicked, we were headed for the mountains. The large grey slopes were looming closer and closer.

“Masters, why are you taking me to the mountains?” I asked loudly.

“You are not going to the mountains,” the man with long dark hair said, “we are.”

Obtuse, illogical creatures, I cursed silently. We were all heading to the mountains.

Eventually, a low building came into view. It looked old and as though it wasn’t used all that frequently. The transport headed down toward it and stopped in front of it.

Two of the men went inside through a large wooden door. I waited with the three remaining Brothers outside for a moment. After some unseen command, we all went inside. They lit a fire in the fireplace and the room started to warm. They had brought bags on the transport and those came in with us also.

The men stripped me of my cover and then my sparse ornamentation. They even removed the nipple rings, the intimate touch shocking me. When they took off my slave collar and cuffs, I just stared at them.

“We are not your owners until we replace our marking on you,” one of them told me. “That will happen in four day cycles.”

With that little bit of information they left the cabin.

After they were gone I looked at my naked body and wondered if this was my punishment for masturbating. Moving automatically, I opened the door and looked out. Bleak nothingness surrounded the small squat cabin. A frigid breeze blew in and I shivered. This would be one hell of a four days, I thought closing the door.

I knelt in front of the fire and pondered my own stupidity. Of course they would catch me. At least they had been kind enough to leave me warm while I was tortured.

Sighing and moving slightly, I realized the plug was still in my bottom. I wouldn’t do well for four days if it stayed in. As I contemplated taking it out myself, I heard a low hum stir the air outside.

I recognized the sound of a transport immediately. I guessed my first tormentors were here. There was nowhere to hide in here and I couldn’t run outside without freezing to death. Stoically, I knelt by the fire and waited.

Someone entered the dwelling, but I didn’t look up. I stared at the floor as their boots surrounded me. They didn’t move to touch me and I wasn’t breathing. This would start when they were ready.