A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

Images flashed in my mind, drawn images their cousins had shown them. Human women in such complicated bondage they couldn’t move a muscle. What Kein had planned was much gentler than that. He just wanted to see me restrained, but if I insisted on pressing my luck…

The tension on my breasts became intense. Soft rope was wrapped steadily applying pressure. It wasn’t necessarily painful, but it made them start to leak. Evan noted the change and licked up the fluid lovingly.

“Oh God,” I moaned as the sensitivity was ratcheted up several notches.

I’d never felt such stimulation. It was like I could feel every ridge and bump on Evan’s tongue. Just as I realized I could probably orgasm from one more lick, Evan stopped. The goal of this game was torment, not release.

“You’ll learn,” Evan whispered in my ear grinning.

My arms were bound last. A complicated run of knots was slowly placed up my arms until they were held to the center pole in the bed. Kein made everything firm, but not too firm. I just felt immobilized and I relaxed completely in the wrapping.

“Your breasts,” Kein said watching the large rounded orbs that now literally stood on my chest.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

He couldn’t take his eyes away and started to stroke them. Even the sides were sensitive. My breathing caught as he stroked. A little more right over the nipple would feel so good, but he refused and trailed his fingers across my belly. I fought the urge to arch into his touch.

“Control yourself,” Damien whispered as his hand travelled over the area between my breasts.

“You will learn control,” Evan said crawling off the bed. “You can control your thoughts. We will teach you.”

I felt so strange as they stared down at me. My positioning wasn’t markedly uncomfortable, just odd. I was exposed entirely with my arms above my head and my legs bent and spread. My vulva was pulled apart and I knew they had access to any part of me they wanted.

Evan knelt on the bed between my thighs as Kein crawled up to sit beside my chest. Damien stayed by my head with Christof beside him. Bane took a place beside Kein and they stared down at me waiting to begin.

“We think as one being,” Damien informed me. “Our cohesion is important to us. It is time you understood that.”

“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!

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