A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“Yes, yes, yes I’ve missed you so much,” I said wiggling out of Master Bane’s arms, “I think of you everyday Masters. Tell me how you have been. Tell me everything you have done. Please, I need to know how you are,” I begged.

Taking a minute, I really admired them. Master Damien now wore a thick leather vest across his chest. The rest of the men’s clothing was finer with more ornamentation. Despite all the finery, they looked so tired.

“Was it a long trip to get here, Masters?” I asked stroking their chests. “Do you need to sleep? Should you rest? How did you get here? Did you run away?”

“Ah, the questions,” Master Damien Laughed. “No, we did not run away, we have several days off. We told the women we wished to be alone with each other and no women. They agreed. This place was our decision.”

I grinned up at him, they chose to come back to me.

“Please, Master Damien, please tell me how you have been?”

“We have been busy,” he said simply Looking down at me.

The men watched, very amused as I took my time greeting all of them. I admired each of them individually and commented on the different new pieces to their clothing. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Finally, I had to ask, “Did you buy me back, Masters?”

They had said they had me for four days, but that didn’t make any sense.

“Well,” Master Evan said stretching out on a chaise with his hands behind his head, “we never really sold you.”

“That is a secret, Ciara,” Master Bane warned. “If you can’t keep it, you really will be taken to auction and sold.”

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My new Masters did not ornament me, they did not name me, and they never touched me. They left the old mark on my stomach. They treated me like they were my Keepers, which obviously is all they were.

“How…?” was all I could think to say.

“The men Keeping you are known for their ability to solve puzzles. They enjoy things that are complicated. Keeping you for ourselves, the way we wanted to do, has never been done. They enjoyed the challenge,”

Master Damien explained.

“You paid them,” I marveled.

“Yes,” Master Kein answered.

“They also Liked having their own transport, Masters,” I said understanding where that money came from.

“They have their own transport?” Master Christof asked wrinkling his nose, “Why would they want their own transport?”

“Who can track them now?” Master Evan asked grinning. “No transport goes missing and they stay gone as long as they please. Good idea, shame we didn’t think of it.”

“But they have to fix it,” Master Bane argued. “What if it breaks and they are away from the compound? I detest fixing the transports.”

“I could fix them,” Kein stated, “Christof can, too. You only dislike the small parts. If we had to, we would Learn more. How many times have I coaxed ours to go when we thought it would run no more?”