A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“Hurry and eat this slave. I wish to use you for your purpose,” he said loudly.

“You are out of time, Christof, we are expected back. The General requested we watch you to insure you return today,” Basin said irritably.

I heard several other men behind him agreeing.

Master Christof slapped my bottom and demanded I walk toward the compound. From the heat I knew I had a handprint there, but it would fade. The men behind me sounded horrified looking at it.

The General Lashed my owners the next day. They expected it and were pumped up and ready. In their younger days, they had evidently been lashed often.

“It’s how we learned to get away from the women when we were in the mountains. It was great incentive at the time,” Master Bane told me.

When Master Damien came to feed me he was literally dripping blood from his back. It had soaked through his shirt and was falling in thick drops to the floor. I looked at him and couldn’t think of what to say.

He fed me from a bowl slowly and carefully. I thought maybe this was the end of their defiance.

“You’re making a mess of the floor where the slaves stay,” a man commented. he Keepers should clean it up then,” Master Damien stated.

“Some of the slaves cannot eat with you bleeding all over the floor,” a Warrior from my right said.

Master Damien ignored him and continued to feed me. When the complaints about his back started again, he took a different tact with them.

“When I am General, we will see what the slaves can tolerate,” he threatened.

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The other men started to yell about that. Master Damien and his Brothers were acting crazy, there was no way he would become General. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

I small smile crept across Master Damien’s face and I caught it.

The men stayed in their quarters and didn’t go to the bathhouse that night, due to their injuries. I fretted about their backs and begged them to let me put something on it. They had to suffer until they healed, that was part of the punishment.

“Could you call the Healers?” I asked softly petting Master Bane’s leg as he fed me dinner. “Maybe they would not tell and they could help you.”

He frowned down at me and fed me another bite. “We are strong men, Ciara. Weak men need the Healers’ touch, not us. We have not used the Healers since we were young boys.”

They were so adamant about it that I finally stopped asking. Over the next two days, I watched their skin heal with awe. For all the violence the General had inflected they didn’t even scar. It made me wonder how vicious the marks they still carried must have been initially.

Master Damien and his Brothers behaved for two days after their punishment. It seemed they gave themselves just enough time to completely heal before they started again. It became a recurring pattern.

The result was always the same when they misbehaved, but it didn’t change their behavior. They did everything imaginable to disrupt the compound and irritate the General. My owners could be absolute devils if they put their minds to it.

“We have spent a Long time containing Evan,” Master Bane Laughed one night as they healed from their latest punishment. “Who knew what a benefit he would eventually be!”

The men found the entire thing amusing. Master Evan was devious and loved mischief, but it wasn’t usually allowed. He wasn’t able to control himself and would go much too far. Now they gave him free reign and he was making up for lost time.

I spent a great deal of time with Basin and his Brothers, Rose’s owners, when mine were acting out. I was a near permanent fixture in their home, it seemed.