A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“I feel cared for, Master Damien,” I told him.

Once I was clean and dry I took my place on the bed between Master Evan and Master Damien. I was tired, but still worried. The men had no such concerns and fell fast asleep. I Lay still and waited for the middle of the night when Christof usually woke to walk me to the bathroom.

Looking in Christof‘s direction for the hundredth time, he was finally looking back at me. I got off the bed and he followed me. In the bathroom I pulled him down to my Level and begged him.

“Please, go to the coupling,” I whispered in his ear, “just try for me. They don’t understand me Like you do. I couldn’t survive without you, please.”

He sighed and his hair fell in his eyes. I pushed it back and looked at him beseechingly.

“I will try, Ciara,” he said stroking my shoulders.

The next twenty days were hell for me. The coupling was getting closer and closer. I was worried Christof wouldn’t go, worried he wouldn’t be able to preform, and worried the women would take him again.

As often as he came to the Keepers I talked to him about it. He always said not to worry, he would go. I didn’t believe him. The look in his eyes was one of defeat. Christof just wasn’t going to argue about it, but he had chosen to die.

Overall, I wasn’t sleeping and could barely eat. Now when they fed me too much I vomited on the spot; I just couldn’t hold anything down. To make matters worse, I was jumpy. Master Evan thought that was funny initially, but tired of the game quickly.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

The only benefit I noticed was my hips were slimming down. My tummy was flatter also. I didn’t have a mirror to look in, but I could feel it.

My panels hung a little lower, too.

I’d never been so stressed it made me lose weight before. Usually I had the opposite problem. Unfortunately, another problem arose also. The last problem made my owners pay attention to everything.

Master Evan pulled me onto the bed and went down between my thighs one evening. He loved to taste me and I really enjoyed it also. Master Damien was caressing my neck and Master Kein was nibbling at my breasts. After several minutes Master Evan stopped and propped himself up over my belly. I ran a hand lovingly through his long hair. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“What’s wrong?” Master Damien asked him Looking up.

“I don’t know, brother, but it is not responding as it usually does.

The taste is different and there is no lubrication,” he said continuing to watch my face.

“No matter, Master Evan,” I tried reasoning with him, “use the oil.”

“I have seen illness in the eyes brothers. Look at them, they rest farther back,” Master Bane said from across the bed.

“No, no, no,“ I argued trying to pull Master Kein back to my breast and pushing on Master Evan’s head, “everything is fine. I just need more time. Use the oil if I’m taking too long Masters.”

“It is losing mass,” Master Kein noted touching my hips. “The vomiting is not normal and it is not passing. I have talked to Basin and his brothers, they also keep an Earth slave. This one is ill.”

“Call the healer,” Master Damien said sitting up.

I couldn’t beg them out of it and my solution of using the oil was ignored like it didn’t exist. They wouldn’t Listen when I told them women on earth sometimes needed a little help. I begged them to use the oil.

Since my purpose was now on hold, I felt real fear. I wasn’t sure they would keep a slave that was not responsive; that seemed important to them. I followed Damien and tried to coax him back to bed. My terror wasn’t Lost on him and he stroked my head as we waited for the Healers.