A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“How is it you were able to buy a slave?”

“This is not your concern,” my owner said stepping out of the pool.

For the first time, my owners seemed uncomfortable. I judged it was due to the amount of negative attention they were getting. Usually everyone just ignored them or was put off by their cold, contemptuous answers.

Their usual tactics to evade the attention of the other Warriors were not working.

I watched as they came toward me. The other men had not Let up and were actually following them. When they got close enough to me, I spoke up.

“Masters, I am so glad you returned. I missed you so much,” I said as authentically as I could.

In truth, I imagined how I would sound when I saw Master Damien and his Brothers again.

“Of course you have missed us,” one of them said, as he bent down and scooped me up.

The interaction seemed to surprise the surrounding men. I suddenly realized I never spoke to the men I called Master and they never touched me. Using the moment of confusion, my owners exited the pool and walked me upstairs.

They sat me down once we were inside and never mentioned the bath house. No one ever said it had been a good idea. I don’t think these men could admit someone else had a good idea.

The men took out the plug and then returned to the eating area. A man brought food to the table and we sat to eat.

“Slave,” one of them addressed me, “you said your men-stru-ation comes each lunar cycle on your world. How Long is a Lunar cycle?”

“Twenty eight to thirty days, Master,” I told him, “but the bleeding usually only lasts for four or five days.”

“Things are different here,” the man said directing his comments to his Brothers, “time is different here. We can anticipate it will not follow the lunar cycle we are expecting it to.”

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

The men talked so long at the table, I thought the conversation would never end. Having learned not to interrupt, I just sat as they determined what they would do with me when the bleeding came.

Eventually, they came to a decision.

The men decided fairly rapidly they couldn’t put me in the box every time. I was weak and obviously ill from that experience. Men with human slaves had told them using the box for too many days caused that problem. It was a well known issue for men who kept humans This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“It has told us it cared for itself at home,” they kept repeating. “The Keepers are not necessary.”

“Do you know what happens to slaves that run?” one of them asked me suddenly.

“Yes, Master, I was spared the whip, but taken to the village once I was found,” I answered.

“What if your Masters had not found you?” another asked pointedly.

“The men that found me could have used me however they wished,” I shuddered. “They could have sold me or had sex with me, Master.”

“Or killed you if it pleased them to watch you die,” the man added.