A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“He has to trust us again, Ciara. It will destroy us if he doesn’t. We cannot survive with just four; we need our brother,” he said quietly.

“You don’t feel him anymore, do you Master?” I asked playing with his chest hair.

“No, Ciara, not since the women took him,” he answered. “Something happened when they had him and the connection was broken.”

“Why did you buy me, Master Bane?”

He told me softly the Administrators thought it would help. Other families had gotten better with the addition of a slave. We seemed to be something the men could reestablish their bond over.

Sloshing water behind us brought me flush against Master Bane. The whole of my back was unbelievably tender. He held my hips tightly against his and appraised me.

“Brothers, I am tired of the pained look and I do not wish to permanently mar the flesh,” he said directing the comment over my shoulder.

Master Evan stroked the side of my neck and agreed.

We made our way upstairs and I was glad to see the bed. I doubted I’d sleep, but it would feel good not to move for a while. Every piece of my back was in pain, I couldn’t even turn my head without feeling it.

The men had me Lay on my stomach and Master Kein brought in the Little tub of cream. I begged them not to touch my back and they shushed me.

Every mark was rubbed with the cream from top to bottom. At first, it was like having the whipping again. Slowly the pain started to fade.

For the first time all day it didn’t hurt to move.

I watched from my prone position as the men got ready for bed. Master Damien caught me watching him and spoke.

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“The General can hurt you and we can heal you as many days as we need to until you learn,” he warned.

“Yes, Master Damien, I have learned,” I answered humbly.

For the moment, I had learned my lesson. Never disobey in front of an audience. Keeping Christof alive was going to take a lot of effort at this rate. I prayed I could find a way.

The men crawled into bed around me and settled down.

I’ve never been a stomach sleeper, but for tonight I was. I drifted off quite soundly Listening to their slow even breathing.

The bed beneath me bounced and I my eyes shot open. The sun was already shining Light across the room. Master Evan lay down and stared at me.

“Humans would make a terrible Warriors, Ciara,” he said. “You sleep much too deeply. Really, it’s not a wonder the slavers took you. I imagine it was the easiest catch they had during their hunt.”

I rose slowly expecting pain, but my body was just a little sore.

Looking over my shoulder I saw fresh skin. The marks were a faint pink and nearly healed. The ache was just residual.

Master Evan pulled me along for my morning routine. I guess I was getting used to it now. I just did as he said.