A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

It was Master Evan’s turn and he grinned cheekily at the whip-holder. Winking would probably really irk her, I thought, so Master Evan did that. No one here had ever seen a wink and it did seem to disrupt the proceedings. Master Evan was thrilled.

The woman doing the whipping was infuriated with Master Evan’s attitude. She laid the whip four times in the same place. She left a deep bloody furrow in his back, but he only grunted on the Last Lash.

I felt the pain from the two of them burning across my own back. It was much, much worse than what the General had done. Tears blurred my eyes and I concentrated on Master Bane.

Christof went next and took the blows stoically. He didn’t intentionally goad the woman Like Master Evan had done. She repaid him by laying the marks equally across his flesh.

Master Evan was proud of his single mark and bragged he was the strongest Brother. Master Christof did his best to ignore Master Evan, but he did agree with him. Master Evan’s mark was deep and bloody. It was impressive.

Master Kein leapt to the position to take his turn. His willingness to take his punishment angered the whip holder, again. She called to Nu-reeh asking to give them more, they were not learning anything.

“They will learn, won’t you Damien?” Nu-reeh called.

“Yes, Mistress,” we all answered politely, but the internal opinion was quite the opposite.

We weren’t Learning anything from this. Fuck the women and their stupid rules.

Nu-reeh watched the defiant faces in front of her and I know she saw their rebelliousness. From what she’d told me, she liked it. Their attitude in face of their punishment Looked Like it thrilled her. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

The punishment resumed and between slashes to Master Kein’s back Nu-reeh turned to me.

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“If I actually wanted to break them,” she said, “you would have taken the twenty Lashes. I could have opened your flesh until your blood coated the floor. That whip, while mild on my servants, would have torn you apart.”

Master Kein cried out loudly hearing that through me and the men in the hall cheered. My owners turned to look at Nu-reeh with wary eyes.

“I am a kind Mistress,” she said simply. “They should never make me want to do that. Isn’t that right, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress, you are kind,” I said petting my gravid belly.

“Never bet more than you are willing to lose, I believe is what Bane would say,” she mused.

“Yes, Mistress,” I answered as Master Bane humbly took his place and silently took the whipping.

She’d sucked the fire out of my owners. The whip may kill me, it would certainly maim me. Their cream would not be effective on the bone deep cuts the whip could make. My fragile flesh meant a lot to them, Nu-reeh had nailed the unfortunate truth of it. Master Damien and his Brothers would do anything to protect me.

Once the ten men had taken their punishment, they moved to stand before their respective owners. Master Damien looked up at me and he wanted me far away from Nu-reeh, or at least closer to him.

“I believe we understand each other, Damien,” Nu-reeh said as she ran a clawed hand through my hair.

“Yes, Mistress,” we all answered.

“You should thank me for giving you a light punishment,” she purred.

My men and I thanked her dutifully. Compared to the other men, it really had been light.

“I will decide when you need to suffer, Damien, not you. Do not disappoint me again,” she said. “Your ability to feel pain is mine.”