A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

Not like it was going to make any difference, but I told her the truth. “My owners put a calming cream on me, because I panicked about something. It made me feel crazy and I talked too much. I don’t even remember what I said to them,” I told her.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“I have loyalty to my friends,” she told me. “Everyday they spend in the village, you will spend in here.”

We stood like that for hours. The girl occasionally cussed me, but I didn’t say anything to her. My arms were sore and my feet hurt. I regretted having said anything, but in a way I felt I had gotten what I deserved. Standing here with this angry girl in this boring room was my punishment for talking.

The partition dropped and Rose’s owner was standing in front of me. He laid a kneeling pad on the floor and released me. Once I could move enough I knelt down and he fed me without saying anything. Afterward, I was allowed to relieve myself and then reattached to the wall.

The day passed very slowly, but I imagined it passed slower for the girls in the village. My companion reminded me of that frequently. She was right, the village probably was worse. I certainly hadn’t enjoyed it.

Rose’s owners came at got me at night. She didn’t say anything to me, but held my hand on the transport pad. The look on her face said everything for her.

In the bathhouse that night we finally had a chance to talk. Her owners left us sitting in the water and were discussing strategy with some other men.

“Don’t complain to the Warriors,” she said. “Their solution to any problem with slaves is to whip both the trouble makers until they stop the behavior.”

I nodded and she kept talking, “Fuji and I have a plan,” she told me just before her Warriors came back.

During dinner one of Rose’s owners turned to me and asked, “How was your day slave?”

I couldn’t lie, because they would know, so I answered honestly. “I stood in a room, Keeper.”

“I asked you how the day was slave, not what you did,” he said pleasantly.

“The air was comfortable, Keeper. I had food and drink. I have had worse days and I have had better days, sir,” I replied.

I hoped he didn’t push me any farther. Complaining would get me whipped, at least according to Rose. I would be lying if I said the day was fine or good. Both answers would get me in trouble and I knew that.

“Karis, you are upsetting our Rose with your questions,” one of the men at the table said as he stroked Rose’s head.

Rose looked at the man that spoke gratefully, but she didn’t say anything. There was fair amount of grumbling, but the man stopped asking me questions and just fed me.

After dinner the men played a game I had never seen in their sitting area. It looked a bit like chess.

Rose sat quietly by them and sewed. Occasionally, she looked up and commented on the game. I was fascinated by her sewing. I had never seen anyone do the intricate stitching she did.

“It is for my Masters,” she said smiling toward them when I asked her what she was doing.

“I would like to learn to do that,” I told her softly.

“You will need your Master’s permission,” she said. “If you pricked yourself with the needle and bled they may become upset.”

“Of course,” I told her stroking the faint scar that I still wore on my leg.

My goal while they were at this coupling was not to get any new scars. I’d never gotten so many injuries in such a short time before. Contemplating all the new dangers in my life, I wondered what tomorrow would bring. Hopefully, no one else would want to beat me up. A bruise would probably be just as upsetting as a scar.

I was distracted from my musing when Rose stood up. Curiously I watched her walk across the dwelling into a dark room that was probably where they slept. Her men followed and I cursed inwardly. Did I really have to watch this?

The last man pulled me to stand as he walked by. I didn’t resist as he pulled me into their bedroom. Everyone else was already there, stripping themselves of whatever they were wearing.

There was a kneeling pad by the door and I rested on it. I wondered if they would notice if I scooted it outside the bedroom, but quickly lost that idea. Of course, they would notice. I stayed quietly where I had been put.

I concentrated on the floor. They were climbing on the bed and I did not want to watch. It would be impolite to watch Rose have sex with her owners, even if they didn’t seem to mind.

“Are you hungry for us, Rose?” a male voice asked.

He was the one that sounded hungry in my opinion and I glanced up. A man was standing behind Rose rolling her nipples between his thick fingers. It was the man in front speaking and this time he demanded she answer him.

Her breathy voice seemed to stir them up more when she answered how much she wanted them.

I tried to look away, but it was such an erotic scene. The man in front reached down and picked up Rose’s legs. He pulled them around his back. The man behind her steadied her as his brother entered.

Guessing from the sounds she was making she was beyond ready for them. The man behind her licked and sucked at her neck, while playing with her breasts. Rose was vocal in her appreciation of the attention.

They caught me looking and I blushed hard. There was no judgement or censure in their gaze, but I felt watching them should be wrong. I stared at the floor for the rest of it.

As each man took her Rose continued to scream her pleasure. She told them she loved them and that they were the most important creatures on the planet. It sounded like what my owners had told me I should be feeling. Evidently that was what they wanted to hear. I’d have to remember that.

After they were done one of the men walked by me. He was carrying a very drowsy Rose in his arms. As they walked out I heard her ask him to use a certain soap, because she liked how it smelled. He told her he would be happy to.

I looked back to find the man named Karis looking down at me.

“Rose is a good slave,” he told me. “You would do well to act as it does.”

“Yes, Keeper,” I replied quietly as I stood up.

My continued antics here had not been missed by the rest of the Warriors. I must be the worst slave they’ve ever brought back.

He pointed to a spot on the bed and told me to lay down, which I did.