A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“Karis, you are upsetting our Rose with your questions,” one of the men at the table said as he stroked Rose’s head.

Rose looked at the man that spoke gratefully, but she didn’t say anything. There was fair amount of grumbling, but the man stopped asking me questions and just fed me.

After dinner the men played a game I had never seen in their sitting area. It Looked a bit like chess. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Rose sat quietly by them and sewed. Occasionally, she looked up and commented on the game. I was fascinated by her sewing. I had never seen anyone do the intricate stitching she did.

“It is for my Masters,” she said smiling toward them when I asked her what she was doing.

“I would like to Learn to do that,” I told her softly.

“You will need your Master’s permission,“ she said. “If you pricked yourself with the needle and bled they may become upset.”

“Of course,” I told her stroking the faint scar that I still wore on my leg.

My goal while they were at this coupling was not to get any new scars.

I’d never gotten so many injuries in such a short time before.

Contemplating all the new dangers in my life, I wondered what tomorrow would bring. Hopefully, no one else would want to beat me up. A bruise would probably be just as upsetting as a scar.

I was distracted from my musing when Rose stood up. Curiously I watched her walk across the dwelling into a dark room that was probably where they slept. Her men followed and I cursed inwardly. Did I really have to watch this?

The last man pulled me to stand as he walked by. I didn’t resist as he pulled me into their bedroom. Everyone else was already there, stripping themselves of whatever they were wearing.

There was a kneeling pad by the door and I rested on it. I wondered if they would notice if I scooted it outside the bedroom, but quickly lost that idea. Of course, they would notice. I stayed quietly where I had been put.

I concentrated on the floor. They were climbing on the bed and I did not want to watch. It would be impolite to watch Rose have sex with her owners, even if they didn’t seem to mind.

Angela’s Library

“Are you hungry for us, Rose?” a male voice asked.

He was the one that sounded hungry in my opinion and I glanced up. A man was standing behind Rose rolling her nipples between his thick fingers. It was the man in front speaking and this time he demanded she answer him.

Her breathy voice seemed to stir them up more when she answered how much she wanted them.

I tried to look away, but it was such an erotic scene. The man in front reached down and picked up Rose’s Legs. He pulled them around his back.

The man behind her steadied her as his brother entered.

Guessing from the sounds she was making she was beyond ready for them.

The man behind her licked and sucked at her neck, while playing with her breasts. Rose was vocal in her appreciation of the attention.

They caught me looking and I blushed hard. There was no judgement or censure in their gaze, but I felt watching them should be wrong. I stared at the floor for the rest of it.