A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“They are fixed!” one of the women said sounding delighted.

The women rattled their wings in some sort of odd celebration.

30 quickly, Nu-reeh, your men must be Healers,” another commented.

“Perhaps you have misplaced them.”

I saw the anger flash in Nu-reeh’s eyes, but the other women did not. They were too enraptured looking at the five naked Warriors standing at the wall.

Nu-reeh spoke to Master Damien instead, “You did well,” she said simply.

“Thank you, Mistress,” we responded.

Nu-reeh gestured and we exited the room with her following us. It seemed inappropriate to walk ahead of the Large woman, so we stood to the side and let her pass.

“Tell me, Damien,” she said, “have I misplaced you? Should I have trained you in the art of healing?”

“No, Mistress,” we answered.

Ridiculous, Master Evan thought.

Horribly boring, Master Bane added.

My men had no interest in healing others just for the sake of it. My opinion was it had been a nice challenge, but I didn’t push it. Damien and his Brothers’ opinion was set and strong, fighting about it would make us all uncomfortable.

Nu-reeh turned to Look at me and I stayed silent. She started to walk again and we followed dutifully.

“Eight days worth of ore from their mines is what their women paid me for bringing them back,” she said as we walked the silent halls, “and, a second eight for doing it so quickly.”

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Christof knew the mines better than anyone, that was an enormous sum. Rue and his Brothers must be valuable to their women. Pity, it would Limit our ability to punish them for what they did to Ciara.

“You will be rewarded by suffering Less strokes of the Lash tomorrow,” Nu-reeh informed us as she left us standing outside our leather flap.

“Thank you, Mistress,” we replied dutifully.

We went inside and my men flopped down across the various chairs in the sitting area. I looked uncertainly at them. Kneeling was difficult and not comfortable.

“Come sit with me, Ciara,” Master Evan offered.

I sat next to him on the long chaise and we held hands as the group relaxed.

“Thank you,” I said softly to Evan.

Sitting on the furniture was nice, I definitely preferred it. Except Christof, everyone seemed surprised at the opinion, but happy to have found something I Liked. Christof had always thought I should use the furniture. It made me so pleased and they wanted to keep seeing me feel this way. This was something simple they could give me.

Our minds hummed in comfortable synchrony. There was no more dissension in anyone’s thoughts. We were together and happy.