A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

It was done and decided. I was not their slave anymore. My men were satisfied.

I fought the collective opinion and I could feel the disconnect causing a headache.

“Iam still a slave. You are still my Masters, There is nothing else I can do on this planet. If you don’t claim me, someone else will. I am not strong enough on my own, remember?” I asked.

Their sudden decision had me worried. I knew the reason everyone left me alone was because I was theirs. Without my powerful Masters, I was as good as dead.

“You are not a slave,” Master Evan insisted. “We could never part from you. You are part of us, you are family.”

“Do you want to be a slave?” Master Bane asked incredulous. “I know you don’t. I can’t understand your resistance.” I breathed deeply and tried to calm my rampaging thoughts.

“If I walk out of that flap,” I said pointing to the main door, “and tell those men I am not owned by Master Damien and his Brothers, what do you think will happen to me?”

“That would be a stupid thing to do,” Master Kein said echoing the thought of everyone in the room.

Yes, he was right. I blinked and tried to focus on why they had to claim me as a slave.

“I am not harmed only because I am owned by you all. If you stop claiming me, then I have no value to anyone,” I argued. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“We don’t like slavery anymore,” Master Evan said as way of explanation.

“You are family, not a slave.”

I put the knitting needles down and tried to make them see reason. “You can tell me that, Master Evan, but you can’t tell anyone else that.” They considered for a mere moment.

“Fine, you make a valid point,” Master Damien conceded. “Since we do not wish to see you harmed, we will still call you our slave. We will all know you are not a slave, though.”

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“Thank you, Master Damien,“ I said politely, feeling happy they understood.

“You don’t have to call us Master if it’s just us,” Christof said grinning.

Christof was ecstatic. He was gloating actually. It had taken a long time, but they had finally seen what he saw all along.

“Yes, yes Brother,” Evan sighed, “free things should be left free.” “Can we still use Ciara?” Kein asked.

They hadn’t thought about that. If I was free I could say no to them, that didn’t seem possible. They knew I loved what they did to me when I wasn’t pregnant. The collective decided I would still have sex with them whenever they wanted, because they brought me pleasure, too.

I sighed and let the thoughts run through my head. A very tiny piece of me knew they had missed the point entirely, but it was a good start. I had to appreciate that they were at least becoming aware.

Christof was not as generous as I was. It should be my choice, just like it should be their choice. That wasn’t the overriding opinion and dissension caused pain. I felt the whispered promise before the idea was buried. We would work on it.

The family walked to the breakfast room the next morning and Damien had the oddest thought. I should be able to look at whatever I wanted. Since I was no longer a slave, the rules did not apply. They were

sure I’d like to look around.

“No, no, no,” I whispered fiercely. “These men understand the rules you all have set forth. I don’t look at them and they don’t touch me.”

Christof agreed with me. It would have to be an act, but we had to continue the same way. The rules protected me.