A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“I feel the flush of arousal on your skin,” Master Bane said reaching between Master Evan and I to fondle a nipple. “I feel the blood rushing to the tips of your breasts.”

Master Damien and Master Kein agreed that they felt the same things. I obviously had no idea what I was talking about. I felt fine, better than fine, in fact.

I wanted to argue with them. They had it all wrong, but Master Evan was making it difficult. He bucked against me, plunging down with enough force I felt pinned to the bed.

Master Evan’s teeth started to grow and I watched with fascination. His hips continued to grind into mine for several more minutes before he found his release.

Master Evan switched with Master Damien and they allowed me to wrap my legs around his waist. Master Damien explained he felt the smooth muscles underneath my skin. The ones I got by swimming in the ocean each afternoon.

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“While we go to protect the village every day we leave you in safe place. We care for you even when we are not with you. The Keepers provide you with companions, entertainment, and exercise. You feel healthy,” he explained.

That wasn’t the point of what I had said. However, I had been so close to orgasm when Master Evan was above me. Master Damien had a way of moving that brought me back to the peak and Left me teetering on it. He pushed his hips in a tiny circle each time he bottomed out inside of me. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

The climax tore through me and I tried futilely to free my arms. My Masters just stroked my sensitive skin and praised me for taking the pleasure they offered. They didn’t let me loose, however.

I wanted to hold Master Damien still with my legs, but they were separated and held by Master Evan and Master Kein. I couldn’t stop the quaking tremors that rocked through me each time Master Damien ground down on me after that.

He didn’t stop moving until he swelled and exploded inside of me. I sensed each little burst coating my inner walls. I was so sensitive, so stimulated. Master Damien removed himself and leaned down to nibble on my breasts.

“You have never felt this good,” he said bringing his face beside my ear, “this cared for. That is why you do not understand it and it upsets you.”

I couldn’t disagree with him, because I didn’t remember the argument anymore.

Master Kein slipped between my legs and felt the oil being pushed and rubbed into my tight dark hole. The plug had been removed before the bathhouse, as it always was. I stretched around Master Kein’s fingers, bucking my hips against his hand. I craved these sensations now.

I knew the stretch and the cramp, they were always followed with the deep pleasure. Master Kein knew I liked it. He pushed the head of his long tool into the tight opening and then withdrew completely. He repeated several times. Shifting my hips up I sought to stop him from pulling away from me. I begged him with my eyes, not willing to say it out loud.

“We have taught you to feel pleasure here, where you only expected pain,” he said pushing his entire Length into me. “This feeling was our gift to you, to enjoy each time we ask it of you.

I moaned and let my head roll back. My eyes were shut as he slid in and out of me. It was a sinful indulgence. One I had been told multiple times on Earth was wrong and dirty. The knowledge that it was forbidden made it sweeter and more potent.

“Open your eyes, Ciara,” Master Bane commanded. “We wish to watch you respond.”

I opened my eyes and focused on the man above me. Master Kein’s beautiful face contorted with his pleasure and I was glad it was me that caused it.

My mind felt dulled and clouded. When Master Bane took Master Kein’s place, I left my arms where he had put them. There was no energy left to resist them.

Master Bane used his fingers to spread fresh oil around my well used backdoor. He slipped into me easily. He stretched and filled me to bursting. As he towered above me, I crashed into my second climax around his shaft.

Once he had finished with me, Master Damien picked me up.

“How do you feel, Ciara?” Master Damien asked me as he carried me to the bathroom.

I was a little hazy on how the conversation had turned out this way, but I knew the answer he wanted. I felt sure I wouldn’t be up for another round of convincing.