A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Sleeping with strange men should have been impossible, but I felt oddly safe with them. Master Damien would not have left me anywhere I would get hurt. That was abundantly obvious now. I slipped into a sound sleep almost immediately.

I woke in the middle of the night Like I was accustomed to doing. As I was restlessly trying to back to sleep with a full bladder, the man next to me woke up.

“Slave, what is wrong?” he asked sounding concerned.

I told him and he walked me to the bathroom. Once I was done he walked me back toward the bed.

“They will have to punish you, you know,” he said softly before we entered the bedroom. “Such defiance cannot be left alone.”

“Yes, Keeper,” I answered dutifully.

“I do not understand what you have with Christof, but it must be important. He needs to share his bond with his brothers, though. It is essential,” the man said as we Laid down.

I was so tired the comment didn’t make any sense. Before I fell asleep, I wondered if I should ask the man what he meant. Unfortunately, the thought was lost as I drifted off again.

Fujits bright eyes were in my face when I woke up. She was bouncing happily around the bed teasing me about being so deeply asleep. I let her Lead me to their bathroom, where I received my morning cleaning, my entire morning cleaning. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

It was bad enough that I had to accept the enemas and the plug from my Warriors, this was so much worse. I was blushing from head to toe and wishing it wasn’t happening. Fuji touched my face as I Lay over her Warriors lap and asked why it was that color. I shook my head and looked away while her Warrior Laughed.

“Earth slaves think this is embarrassing, don’t you slave?” he asked me finishing up.

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“It’s where I make waste, sir. On earth only dirty men would touch it,”

I said shifting around.

It always took me a while in the morning to get used to the plug. They had removed it before we went to the bathhouse the night before.

“Hmm,” he said Lifting my chin, “are we dirty men, slave?” he asked.

“No, sir,” I stammered out terrified.

The rest of the morning meal consisted of the Warriors discussing whether they were what I called ‘dirty men’. I was terrified they would tell my Warriors, who were mad enough as it was.

“Please Keepers, I didn’t mean it that way. Please, don’t tell Master Damien and his brothers,” I begged.

“If you were to behave the rest of the time they are gone, we may forget to tell,” one of them offered.

I nodded and pleaded with my eyes. Fuji interpreted and told them that meant ‘yes’. I kept forgetting.

When we got to the Keepers I couldn’t wait anymore to ask her. I pulled a confused Fuji aside and asked her, “Why do your Warriors hurt you at night? Are you all right?”

Fuji bounced around and laughed, “They weren’t hurting me, they just like it when I fight them a little. Native coupling for them is very violent, they have to battle the woman they are mating with. It makes it more real if I fight them. You worry too much, Ciara.”

She told all the girls about my concern. I made a mental note that Fuji can’t keep a secret. Rose and Tamia agreed with her. Even Shi who was usually quiet agreed, the Warriors liked a struggle. Fuji did make a point to say they only liked it when they were not fresh back from a coupling.