A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

My men left for the sorting room begrudgingly. Master Damien kissed me deeply before he left. He told me if Runen or his family harmed me, he would kill the other men, damn the consequences.

I cleaned the apartment up and was just finishing cleaning the main room when my guests arrived. They walked in like they owned the place and looked around.

“So,” the largest man said slowly, “we are to waste our morning teaching you?”

“Yes, sir,” I said politely, “that is what Mistress Nu-reeh ordered.”

We started without anymore preamble.

The men teaching me found my ignorance laughable, which they did frequently. They knew English, somehow, at least the basics. They were very effective teachers.

Quite quickly I learned the fundamentals of their language. It helped that I had already been through some of it with Master Kein. The bond I shared with my Masters also made it easier. I drew on what they knew and made it my own.

Master Damien and his Brothers arrived to take me to lunch and my teachers took their leave. I knew Master Damien wanted to do harm to these men. They had treated me like a subservient species all morning and it had enraged him.

It was Master Evan that thanked them for their work and Christof that lead them out.

Once the tutors were gone, I persuaded Master Damien to sit. I rubbed the tense muscles in his back and shoulders. He loved to be touched, so I slipped my hands under his shirt to massage him. The attention had the intended result and he relaxed.

My men ate lightly at lunch as did I. Their punishment was to take place afterwards and they didn’t want to do it on a full stomach.

“We have now experienced nausea,” Master Bane said watching me. “We think you will feel this when we are punished. None of us wish to experience that again.”

Master Damien shifted me on his lap and sighed. He wondered if he should leave me in their room. Nu-reeh answered that question when she came into the dining hall a moment later.

“The slave will sit with me while you are punished,” she stated simply motioning me to follow her.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

We walked through the halls briskly. I followed Nu-reeh’s large strides in a near jog. By the time we made it to where we were going I was out of breath.

The hall we stepped into was crowded. It was full of men there to watch the afternoon entertainment. I heard bets placed as to who would scream the loudest and how many lashes the punishment would entail. If Master Bane wasn’t being punished, he’d be having a grand time in the comotion.

Nu-reeh headed toward a raised dais along the wall. She lifted me onto it and then followed with a leap. The large woman gestured to a seat and I took it quickly. Nu-reeh settled gracefully beside me.

I watched the raucous crowd of Warriors that were gathered beneath us. Unless I shut my eyes there was no way not to look at them. Master Damien was quite firm in his belief I should not shut my eyes around Nu-reeh, so I was permitted to watch.

Looking to the head of the room I saw Rue and his Brothers were already there. They were shirtless and looking vaguely anxious. Master Damien and his family went to the same place and stripped off their shirts laying them to the side. The two families stood apart and stared hard at each other, which seemed to surprise the rest of the men in the room.

“Didn’t they work together?” I heard the men whisper to one another. “Aren’t they friends?”

It wasn’t hard to miss. Master Damien looked like he wanted to fight Rue and his Brothers. The rest of my family had the same fierce look. Even awaiting punishment they looked like dark, angry Warriors ready to do battle.

Nu-reeh made a sound akin to purring next to me and I looked up at her.

“Look at them, slave,” she said eyeing Master Damien like a piece of meat. “You see the fire? They had almost lost that passion. I knew what they were doing when they left me. When they came back with their natures returned each time I knew I was making the correct decision.”

Nu-reeh looked down at me. “I do not know exactly what you do to them,” she said tracing my face with a claw, “but I want it to continue. They are valuable assets like this.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I whispered as the claw left my face.

“You will not carry another child, though,” she stated. “That is unacceptable.”

“Yes, Mistress,” came out of my mouth automatically.

“You have nothing to offer me,” she continued, her eyes still on Master Damien. “There is no talent the human race has that I need on this planet.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Evan’s talent I appreciate,” she said gesturing. “His breeder many generations back was not of Pateria. From that slave he gained his ability,” she told me.

I was too shocked to speak and even Master Evan looked curiously over at us. Evidently, he hadn’t known that either.

“We do not allow those slaves here anymore, though,” she continued conversationally, “we could not control their breeding and they were a very petite race.”

“Size is important, Mistress,” I said trying to agree with her.

“Evan was bred large,” she continued. “We have kept the talent and lost the ridiculous size that was originally associated with it.”

More women entered the hall and the men separated to let them go where they wanted. Dinah and Nu-reeh’s third Sister, Tosu, approached and jumped up to take seats around us. Dinah looked at me and grunted, but seemed to be controlling her temper.

On the other side of the auditorium I saw the three women that must own Rue and his Brothers take seats on a second raised dais.

A large woman approached Nu-reeh with a wicked looking whip in her hand.

“Twenty,” Nu-reeh told her, “divide it between them.”

“So few?” the woman asked and Nu-reeh made a vicious sound.

“My men, I decide the punishment,” she growled.

“The most to the male breeder then?” the woman asked gesturing to my men. “Which one is that?”

Nu-reeh let out a low curse. “The slave is human; she doesn’t know.”

The other women looked surprised and then angry. “One like us is arising from… this?” she asked disgusted.

The women shared a look before the whip holder roared and moved to the front of the room.