A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“Why am I off limits, Masters?” I asked and then inwardly cursed myself.

I just couldn’t stop being curious.

Master Evan’s face was above mine a moment later, so close I almost had to cross my eyes to look at him.

“We will train our cousins to use you for your purpose this day. Do you wish them to practice on you?” he asked mischievously. NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

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I started to scramble off the floating pad and was restrained. Despite the oil they had no difficulty holding me on the table. fou’re going to teach them how to have sex with me?!” I shouted.

Yes,” Master Bane said, “but only we will be touching you.”

As though that made it any better. I panted on the table, but couldn’t move. They were still holding me down.

“We have seen Earth slaves that must be restrained during their days in the tent. We had hoped you would not need that,” Master Damien said watching my face.

Part of me wanted to scream and cry this was wrong, but I was a slave now. A slave with Masters that fed and cared for me very well. I didn’t want to disappoint them. I relaxed on the table.

“I’LL be good, Master Damien,” I whispered.

The men pulled me on my floating trolley to lay in their room while they dressed. I tried to think of things to distract my mind from the rest of the day. They didn’t seem particularly bothered by anything and

were finished quickly.

As they pulled the Little pad out the door Master Damien looked down at me.

“You should close your eyes, Ciara. You are not permitted to Look at anyone or speak to anyone unless we tell you to. If we find you looking, we will remove the oil and put you at the posts,” he warned. fou will not need that, will you?” Master Christof asked cautiously.

“No, Masters,” I whispered closing my eyes. A six headed dragon could fly through the sky today and I wouldn’t look at it.

It turned out closing my eyes made the experience a little easier. As we made our way down to the courtyard I could hear how crowded it was, but at Least I didn*t have to look at anyone. I heard the men murmuring about my leg and how odd it looked. They all sounded excited to see it up close.

The light went from bright to muted and I assumed we were inside the tent.

“How is best?” I heard Master Evan ask.

“We should display the marked leg,” Master Bane said.

An air current Like I had felt at the auction billowed up around my right leg. It was bent at the knee and then held in the air. Much Like the last time I experience these currents I couldn’t fight them.

Master Damien went outside the tent and talked. I could hear his authoritative voice booming out. I shuddered thinking I had been left alone here and then I heard Master Christof’s voice beside me.

Master Christof stood next to me whispering calming words in my ear. I asked him what was going to happen in a whisper. The men that just wanted to look at my leg would come in, look at it, and leave, he told me. The men that wished to be trained on keeping an Earth slave would come later.

The sound of feet filled the tent. Men commented on my leg and asked to touch it. Several asked to taste it.

“Slaves are not touched in the tent,” Master Bane said casually.