A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“We do not allow those slaves here anymore, though,” she continued conversationally, “we could not control their breeding and they were a very petite race.”

“Size is important, Mistress,” I said trying to agree with her.

“Evan was bred large,” she continued.

“We have kept the talent and lost the ridiculous size that was originally associated with it.”

Angela’s Library

More women entered the hall and the men separated to Let them go where they wanted. Dinah and Nu-reeh’s third Sister, Tosu, approached and jumped up to take seats around us. Dinah looked at me and grunted, but seemed to be controlling her temper.

On the other side of the auditorium I saw the three women that must own Rue and his Brothers take seats on a second raised dais.

A large woman approached Nu-reeh with a wicked looking whip in her hand.

“Twenty,” Nu-reeh told her, “divide it between them.”

“So few?” the woman asked and Nu-reeh made a vicious sound.

“My men, I decide the punishment,” she growled.

“The most to the male breeder then?” the woman asked gesturing to my men. “Which one is that?”

Nu-reeh Let out a low curse. “The slave is human; she doesn’t know.” The other women looked surprised and then angry. “One like us is arising from…this?” she asked disgusted.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

The women shared a look before the whip holder roared and moved to the front of the room.

Rue and his Brothers went first. They each took thirty vicious swings of the whip to their backs. Several of the men cried out loudly, which elicited a cheer from the other men in the room. Bets were won and Lost as the whip cracked.

I watched the blood drip from the wounds and cringed. The General’s treatment of me had been far less harsh and I remembered the pain. Despite the joy Master Damien and his Brothers felt at their cousin’s treatment, I felt sorry for all of them.

Looking up, I found Nu-reeh staring at me.

Do you have a tolerance for pain?” she asked bluntly.

“So, Mistress,” I answered honestly.

“Concentrate on Bane or Damien,” she told me.

“I refuse to listen to your piteous screams. Your owners are Legendary for their tolerance and I am proud of them. Do not dishonor the family.”

Master Damien took his lashes first and I concentrated on Master Bane. He was bored. The family had been whipped many times, this was nothing new.

The punishment was also surprisingly light. He had expected far worse. Master Bane was glad he hadn’t placed any bets with his Brothers on the number of Lashes. He would have lost that wager badly.

Frankly, Master Bane would prefer to be in the crowd betting on the outcome. Just to throw the bets, he considered calling out on the first lash. Most of the men would have wagered he wouldn’t make a

sound.

Master Evan and Master Christof were irritated with that idea. This was not a family of weak men. Crying out would bring dishonor, even if it would throw the games in the crowd.