A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Master Damien started to move first and I fell into step behind him. His Brothers took their usual positions around me and we moved toward our quarters briskly. We needed privacy to discuss this further.

“Is there a way to know?” Christof asked when we were back behind our leather flap.

“No,” I said shaking my head, “there are old stories about how you carry the child—”

“Explain,” Master Evan demanded.

“If the belly rides way out in front or to the sides, I think. There are stories, but they aren’t accurate. In my world there is no way to tell, unless you do an ultrasound,” I said. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Damien and his Brothers poured over my limited knowledge of what an ultrasound entailed. That had most certainly not been done here.

Master Bane let out a frustrated sound and walked into the bathing room. My men wanted to wash the smell of the women off themselves before they ate. They wanted to enjoy their evening meal.

I crawled into the tub and washed Master Damien. He Loved the feel of my soft hands gliding over him. It relaxed him immensely. His pleasure coursed through our bond.

After the bath we dried off and went to the eating area. Master Evan and Master Damien went to pick out our meal for us while the rest of us waited.

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Master Kein laid my pad on the ground and I struggled to kneel on it. My belly was getting larger. Getting to my knees was beginning to be a small feat. When I was tired, like I was now, it was hard.

Christof stopped me from trying and pulled me to his lap. He smiled knowingly at me when I looked at him.

“So, now she is ungainly on land as well?” Master Evan snarked as he handed out the food he had picked up.

Master Bane grunted a laugh and dug into the meat in front of him. Master Kein chuckled and picked through the green stalks to get the tastiest one.

It was their fault I was in this mess, so I felt entitled to my irritation.

“Well, it’s a good thing I can’t fly or we’d have to watch that catastrophe, too, Masters,” I commented smartly.

Christof Laughed and held me as he chuckled. His humor was infectious but Master Damien was angry at my new found attitude.

“We’re still looking forward to punishing you for this morning,” Master Damien informed me. “The men from the red mountains have taught us to handle the lash and the ropes. It should be an interesting experiment.”

I paled and decided to try to reason with them. Being hit or tied up seemed like it would be terrible.

“You don’t hit your own slaves, Master Damien,” I said half pleading and half reminding, “and you don’t need to tie me up, Masters. I’ll do anything you want.”

“The men in the red mountains have informed us that if done correctly we can discipline you ourselves. I wish to test this theory. They say a slave will not permanently fear a Master that has caused her pain, if done well. It may make them less obstinate, though,” Master Damien threatened.

I met Master Damien’s hot stare across the table and caught his intentions. He was Looking forward to seeing me squirm and beg him. The very idea had him achingly hard again. The image of a woman pleading with him sent his arousal into overdrive.

“I’m not really a woman,” I said bargaining.

“Flew in the mountains all day,” Master Kein offered.

“Hunted prey and ate it raw,” Master Bane ticked off between bites.