A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“We think as one being,” Damien informed me. “Our cohesion is important to us. It is time you understood that.” Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Yes, I understand,” I whispered appreciating that disagreement hurt them.

Damien leaned down and his tongue played across my lips. I sought to capture it and he backed away. Similar sensations started to be repeated on my ear by Bane and over my breasts. Evan’s familiar Lips were teasing my clit and I knew what the plan was.

Over and over again it happened. One moment I would be covered in their hands and tongues. Every fantasy caress reenacted in real time and then it would stop as I sweated on the bed.

My breasts started to take on a Light purple hue and they were released. Kein changed the binding. Instead of the tight standing breasts, the decorative harness he applied merely was visually appealing, but did not Limit blood flow.

Now removed of the strict binding they felt even more sensitive. They had tingled when Kein first released them. He and Christof had massaged and licked the soft flesh until their color returned to normal.

I was insane with need after a while. They didn’t want me to feel relief, though. My lesson tonight was that discordant feeling causes discomfort. The lack of release was certainly uncomfortable. Being almost able to orgasm, but not allowed to was maddening.

“I understand I really do. The communal flow must be respected,” I whispered with all the sincerity I could muster and they smiled.

Hands and mouths covered my slick flesh and this time they didn’t stop. My body shook and exploded on Evan’s tongue. It felt as though the release would never end. Lightening was exploding behind my

eyes as my body clenched over and over on Evan*s long tongue. My men enjoyed it immensely.

“Perhaps,” Damien said, his mouth inches from mine, “it is time for you to please us.”

It most certainly was. They’d enjoyed my orgasm, but they wanted their own. The ropes were slowly and methodically removed. My men were about ready to start removing their own clothing when clattering talons interrupted our evening.

The women were outside and they called to Damien wanting us out there, now!

My men thought of every vile word they’d ever heard as I was pulled to stand. Damien stalked out front and I was quickly draped in my warm blue cover. My foot covers were put on my feet and we followed Damien.

Nu-reeh stood outside with a group of women I didn’t recognize. If huge fanged beasts could look worried, these did. The women with Nu-reeh seemed anxious.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“Damien, you and your family are friendly with Rue and his family,” Nu-reeh said.

It wasn’t a question; it was a statement. Nu-reeh didn’t wait for an answer and demanded we follow her.

My men couldn’t figure out why Rue and his Brothers were a topic of conversation. We’d used them when it seemed they could help us keep Ciara, but we knew little about them otherwise. They’d acted dishonorably and we’d love the chance to punish them for that. Damien’s family was certainly not “friendly” with Rue and his Brothers. Arguing with Nu-reeh was not wise, so we followed obediently, but confused.

We walked into a part of the caves I’d never been. It looked like another place the men stayed. Damien and his Brothers knew of this area. This was a place we never went. We had no close friends from this

dormitory. Nu-reeh took us to the very back of it.

I was reminded of the room I’d originally found my men in. If this set of rooms was set up the same way, that’s the part we were in.

“Fix it,” Nu-reeh said pointing to the Large flap covered doorway.

We did not understand. No one had any idea what was going on, but questioning Nu-reeh was a horrible idea.

“Yes, Mistress,” we replied instead.

“They could not stand the stress of finding how the world runs,” Nu-reeh fumed. “We thought you had told them. We were not gentle with them and now they are broken. You are friends. Fix them.”

We stepped quietly through the leather flap and stood in the Large room. It looked like the room I’d found my owners in. There were several slight differences. Chains with collars hung unused on the walls and all the torches were lit.