A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Christof and I tried to get Damien and the rest to see reason. Christof was almost pleading to calm his Brothers down. He saw that their anger would make them uncontrollable. It would make all of us the same way if we let the anger keep its hold.

“They are speaking to her like she is a slave,” Christof explained.

“They think Ciara is only chattel. Those men would do much worse if they knew what she meant to us. Can you imagine the reaction if they realized she had bonded to us?” Christof asked trying to reason with Damien.

It would be Like inviting trouble to tell them what I was really worth. I was a weak point in the carefully guarded family defense. If they hurt me badly enough, it would hurt my men.

“There are too many that would Like to see us cringing on the floor to do that,” Bane said pacing. “They must not know how important she is.”

Damien’s family was powerful and they had enemies here in the mountains. I sat alone and unguarded most days. It would be foolish to advertise me as their weak point.

I felt bad. These were strong men, usually up to any task set before them. I hated to be their Achilles heel.

“Don’t worry,” Christof commanded pulling me to his chest. “We are glad you are here. The weakness is a price we are more than willing to pay.”

“Just don’t let the comments affect you,” I reasoned looking around.

“We know it isn’t right, but it doesn’t bother me. That’s all that matters.”

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Damien wasn’t happy about the decision, but for now we would wait and watch.

Unfortunately, we didn’t have to wait long for the tutors to step over the line of what Damien was willing to tolerate.

The tutors had come as usual and we were sitting in the main area of my owner’s apartment. Damien and his Brothers were in the sorting room. I had been practicing writing on a tablet in front of me. My hand was steady and the characters looked as they were supposed to now.

“Tell me, slave,” one of them said. “Do your Masters still use you? It appears like it would be difficult since you are so large and awkward.”

No, they didn’t really use me. Sex was too uncomfortable in my current state and my owners could not avoid feeling my discomfort. They used their hands or they took their time with the women in the afternoons, so they didn’t feel particularly deprived.

“My Masters take what they need from me, Keeper,” I said tactfully. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

It was true. I was a friend and companion. My family felt happy in my company. They were glad I was in the mountains with them. Life was better this way.

“Liar,” one of the men said coming around behind me. I felt the man’s hot breath as he leaned down behind me. He ran his hands down my arms and spoke into my ear.

“I do not think they still use you, slave,” he said. “I believe they just coddle you like a little toy, much as Mistress Nu-reeh does…Although I fail to understand why.”

“Perhaps we should use the slave for its purpose,” one of them offered wickedly. “Perhaps it would be a good lesson for Damien and his Brothers to learn to share.”

They laughed at how fun that would be. Their Mistress had said not to touch me, but no one was here right now. Making Damien angry would be enjoyable.

I tried to rise and was pushed forward. One of the men grabbed my breast and squeezed. Reacting like my Warriors were trained to, I balled a fist and slammed it into his face. It didn’t faze him at all.

The man before me laughed at my attempt and nearly knocked me out with a swift blow to the head. As I staggered dizzily another of them Landed a sharp punch on my protruding belly. Screaming, I wrapped my arms around my unborn to protect her.

“Unless you want more of that, you will do what we say,” the leader growled.