A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

The anger faded and Damien cocked his head. Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Why would I kick her in the ass? What possible good could a kick to the ass do?”

“Is that how humans fight?” Christof asked curiously. “It doesn’t seem that would be effective…”

“It is a wonder they keep a whole planet-” Evan started to say and I cut them off.

“In my Language that means to beat up someone in general,” I sighed.

“Could you please, please cut this off my hands?” I asked holding up my bound wrists.

“You will tell me,” Damien said pulling out a small knife and cutting through the bonds.

“This will not be a secret much longer,” he said pressing his lips to mine.

We eventually made it to the low building they were heading for. I was warned there would be young Warriors sharing the cabin with us. Damien and his Brothers could kick them out, but they didn’t really want to do that. It would be a very rude thing to do.

There would be plenty of space for us to sleep. The bed in these things was typically made so several families could sleep on them. Room would not be an issue.

“These men earned the right to stay indoors on this hunt by their diligence on the last,” Kein told me.

“It is a rare honor to stay in the outpost cabins when we hunt. When we were young we worked hard for the honor.”

“Well,” I reasoned, “I wouldn’t want to make enemies out of men like that. It isn’t difficult for me. I just won’t look at them. Odds are they will just ignore me.”

I was warned repeatedly we could not talk as freely. I didn’t care. It was good to be back with my family.

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Damien greeted the young men inside and explained what had happened. They seemed happy to see other Warriors and didn’t mind sharing with Damien’s family. I got the impression they didn’t mind sharing especially with Damien’s family.

I heard their whispers as I was taken to the room for bathing.

Damien had trained to be a General, but he chose to stay a Warrior. He felt he served his compound more loyally that way. The Administrators had changed their minds at Damien’s request. He must be a great man to influence the Administrators.

In the bathing room I stood at the closed leather drape and continued to ease drop on the commentary of the young men.

“Ciara,” Christof hissed filling the tub, “stop listening to them, come and be washed.”

The dress I had made was peeled off and dumped on the floor by Damien. He also cut off my “boots” and they were removed. I started to move for the water and was stopped. They were staring at me, all of them.

The rage in the room was palpable as Damien ran a finger across my collar bones and down my sternum. He gently palmed a breast and I realized how much smaller they were.

“Did she feed you?” he asked very softly.