A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“I wish to go down to the bathhouse,” Master Bane called behind us.

“I will hurry brothers. We cannot take it down like this. It is a mess,” he answered leading me into the showers.

I didn’t understand Christof’s refusal. It made even Less sense as we stood in the shower. Christof disrobed to wash me and his staff was erect and ready. He was certainly sexually excited. There was no way to tell why he didn’t want to have sex with me.

Christof washed me quickly. I was rinsed and the cream applied to several over exuberant marks. My hair was brushed and they pulled me out the door. My coverings were deemed unnecessary, since we would all be naked and in the pool. They didn’t seem to see the need for coverings either and walked around me nude.

The men were all in remarkably high spirits, so I thought one question wouldn’t get me in that much trouble. Although I had made the choice to make the best of this; they had chosen not to beat me into submission.

I wanted to know why they didn’t just do that.

“Master Damien, may I ask a question?” I asked hesitantly.

He turned and I narrowly avoided running into his chest. We had stopped just before entering the bathhouse.

“Brothers, may Ciara ask a question? It seems the human enjoys its questions,” he put to the group.

A murmur of discussion went through them. If questions made me happy, they would tolerate them, the men finally decided. I had been a good slave today, I had earned a question was the consensus. Master Damien raised an eyebrow at me and waited.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“There are slaves on earth and they treat them terribly. I know you could hurt me if you wanted. Why don’t you hit your slaves?” I asked rambling, part of me was scared what the answer might be.

Master Damien let the little group file into the bath house and walked with me into a shallow part of the pool. He handed me soap and a silky rag, so I started to wash him. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

“We did beat slaves, in the beginning. They never asked questions and they always did what we said. They just didn’t Live very long.”

“We are very competitive, as you’ve noticed. We started to try to keep our slaves alive. It became an honor, to see who had the oldest slave,” he said and then continued with a warning. “Don’t confuse not wanting to hurt you with a lack of discipline. If you continue to need reminders about how to behave, they will only get harsher.”

Promising to be good, I decided to keep going with my luck, so I asked him, “Another question, Master Damien?”

He sighed but seemed to be enjoying the soapy massage, “One more, Ciara, you were a very good slave today.”

“Why do you feed me and bathe me. I can do those things myself. I CAN take care of myself,” I said a little indignantly.

“You told another slave you were free and the slavers took you, isn’t that correct?” he asked.

I moved the rag between his toes as I answered, “Yes, Master Damien, I walked into a strange Light and woke up at the auction.”

“Were you able to fend for yourself, you would not have been kidnapped and sold. We care for you, because you are ours and it is our responsibility. Your illness would be seen as weakness on our part, that cannot happen,” he said.

I continued to wash him, but didn’t argue. It was good he had answered some questions.

Other Warriors came and talked to him as I worked. Several commented I seemed more obedient today. Master Damien thanked them for their help in that matter. I was cringing while they talked, I recognized their voices from the platform. As I worked, I did not look up and kept at least one hand on Master Damien at all times.

Once I was done bathing him, Master Damien sent me across the pool to go sit with Master Evan. It was strange to be told to go somewhere and not told to follow. I would have preferred if he went with me, there were Warriors everywhere.