A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“Why would they come back?” another man spoke. “This thing has no sense, it looks right at us and dares the consequences. It doesn’t learn. What would make such proud men take this stupid creature back?”

I continued to writhe and cry for Master Damien and his brothers. The men held me tight and fondled me everywhere. They even took the chance to fully examine my marked leg.

I heard rustling as new feet came into the room. The Warriors currently man handling me held me so I couldn‘t see the new participants. When a sharp pain came from my tender Left foot I shrieked and started to struggle anew.

“We will beat you if you make that sound one more time,” one of the Warriors warned me.

The piercing pains in my foot continued and there was nothing I could do to stop them. It took every ounce of control I had to not cry out.

Master Damien and his brothers had never treated me Like this. I wanted them to come back for me desperately.

I guess the new men didn’t want me either. The nasty fondling stopped and they threw me into a corner of the room and left. Huddled on the dirty floor, I panted for several minutes.

When I Looked at my foot I was shocked. It was wrapped tight in a clean bandage. The top of the bandage had my owner’s mark on it.

Gathering myself I moved out of the corner and looked around. A small dirty water pitcher with my owner’s symbol on it was just beginning to attract the bugs. Crawling across the floor I downed the contents before it attracted anymore insects. A bowl with their mark contained several worms crawling

around in the slime. I was hungry and ate quickly, bugs and all, sucking down every bit of the liquid in the bowl.

Expectantly, I waited by the door and watched the moon rise into the sky. Part of me was sure my owners would come for me. They never did.

Exhausted, I Lay down on the floor.

The floor was hard and grimy, even worse than a Lawn chair on the front porch. The temperature dropped and I curled into a tight ball trying to stay warm. My foot was throbbing. To make matters worse the bugs found me interesting and crawled all over me when I Lay still.

ALL during the night I heard the hum of transport pads outside. Each time one passed it woke me up. My terror was two fold, when they weren’t there I feared something prowling in the night. When I could hear the transports, I feared the men that would be on them. I slept a little, but was wide awake when the pad Landed the next morning.

I peaked out the doorway hopefully. It wasn’t Master Damien and his brothers or the men from Last night. Again, I looked right at them and that seemed to infuriate them.

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These men came toward me looking predatory and hungry. My foot ached and I couldn’t run on it, so I hadn’t even made it to the window this time. Once again, I screamed for my Masters. The men grabbed me and held me as I struggled.

“It tries to escape; yet Damien and his brothers leave their valuable mark, fix it when it is injured, and feed it. This thing has no sense to be thankful,” one man sneered pulling my hair back cruelly.

I closed my eyes to avoid looking at them. That had worked before.

“Thank you, Master Damien,” I cried and one of the men slapped me hard across the face. I felt my Lip split at the contact.

The other man wrapped my hair around his fist until I couldn’t move my head an inch. “You wear a mark but no collar, slave. If you speak to us we assume you think we are your Masters. Should we put our collar on you?” he asked. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

I kept my eyes closed and my mouth shut tight. I wanted Master Christof back. I wanted Master Evan and his arrogance back. I prayed they would come and get me.

“Why not use it for its purpose brothers?” one of the men asked. “It is not currently owned and we have been curious about the appeal of an Earth slave.”

I screamed and tried to get away. My purpose was sex and I was not willing to have sex with these five strange men. I cried for my owners to stop these men. Of course, they couldn’t hear, but I couldn’t stop trying. My struggle was pointless.

The men Laid me on the floor and pulled my arms and legs apart. I tried to scratch, kick, and bite; it made no difference. They restrained me like I wasn’t even trying.