A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“Ciara,” Master Damien scolded looking askance at me. “That was an embarrassingly Light punishment and we are not weak men. Stop with this line of thinking.”

We arrived back at our quarters and my men cleaned and wrapped their wounds. I tried to help, but they had done this before and knew what to do for one another. They pecked me on the lips and made their way to the mating chamber in good humor

Despite the irritation the men had at the thought, I still believed that they were strange creatures. The pain didn’t even phase them. They barely acknowledged it, yet they would rather die than Live without even one Brother.

“We’re tough,” Master Bane had argued.

“Not easily undone,“ Master Evan had informed me.

Strange nonetheless, I still thought.

That afternoon I sat in our apartment and experienced my men mating with the women. Since I didn’t have anyone talking to me, I was forced to really feel what my men went through. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

It was like a surreal dream as I sat on the couch and Nu-reeh took Master Evan. Dinah took Master Christof and Tosu took Master Bane. It was violent, erotic, and all consuming.

My men worked together, but it was never effective. The women picked the man they wanted and quickly divided him from the group. Here in the mountains the women made no show of allowing men to bind or control them. Men were forced to accept what the women wanted.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

The females absolutely controlled the mating. They fought viciously with the men until they had them flat on their backs on the cold stone floor. Once the men were down, they had to stay still and let the women mount them. That is how the men were always taken, unless the women felt kind. If the women were in a good mood, which was rarely, they let the men stand and take them from behind.

Christof wasn’t particularly turned on by the aggression today, but an erection was pulled from him anyway. Dinah straddled my friend and her vaginal area literally sucked him in. Within moments the tight heat of her sex had him hard and ready.

Master Damien and his Brothers knew the women’s anatomy, mostly. Small suckers could be used to drag the penis into the women. Rippling muscle inside the women stimulated the men whether they wanted it or not.

No man could resist the women, except Christof. His prior impotence in the face of his stress had been unheard of. Since he was functional again the women took him like he was a rare treat that might dry up at any time. Dinah would drain him as many times as she could this afternoon.

It went on and on. The women mated their chosen men and then released them. When they were ready to fight and fuck, they took them again. My family was tired and hungry when they came back to me that evening.

As I bathed them, they enjoyed my soft hands gliding over their skin. I avoided touching the places that hurt and they liked that, too. The women always made a point to dig into their sensitive spots. This was a small joy they had longed for in the many moons we had been separated.

I went to sleep Later that night still wondering about this strange and bizarre world. Tonight it was dreams of the wide plains Leading to the mountains. I was there as they battled and subdued the bandits that roamed the Great Barren Stretch.

Runen and his Brothers came to teach me again in the morning.

I had a horrible time concentrating. Something had happened in the sorting room and all the men were working to fix it. They were frustrated and annoyed, which kept distracting me from my Lesson. The tutors noted it and called me stupid.

I learned about names today, family names specifically. By the time my tutors left I understood the marks men wore on their shoulders. They were brands that told you not only what family they belonged to, but the small unique marks around the edges told you who their breeders were for three generations.

I asked the tutors how you would know which Brother in a family sired the child, since the Brothers all wore the same mark. They snidely told me the Brothers were all numbered. They each were aware of what numerical symbol corresponded to them.

“How have you existed here this long and yet you don’t realize that?” the lead Brother asked. “You must pay no attention at all.”

I sat silently as they pondered my ignorance. In my head I heard Master Damien’s outrage. Of course I didn’t know the Brothers each corresponded to a numerical value. There was never a reason for me to know that. It was just a system the Child Keeper’s used.

Information that was infrequently used came to my memory suddenly. Master Damien was number 1, Master Evan number 2, Master Kein was 3, Christof 4, and Master Bane 5. The number hand no other benefit than to help the Child Keeper’s organize the raucous young boys.

The men coming to teach me were testing Master Damien’s patience. They did not treat me with the respect his family was due. Anyone else that demonstrated this obvious disregard would usually receive a sound beating.