A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

Kein clarified for me. Two days a lunar cycle I could choose not to perform my purpose here even if they wanted me to. Those would be my days off. Kein did make a point to remind me how much pleasure they brought me when I performed for them.

A giggle bubbled past my lips. They had saved me from slavery to make me into a prostitute. I couldn’t decide which sounded worse.

The laugh I had made confused them and they looked at me questioningly. With great effort I schooled my features. This was generous and I should not be greedy.

“Thank you very much,” I said looking down at the bag. “This was so kind of you all. I know I am very lucky.”

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“Nothing is wrong,” I lied smiling. “I’m just so surprised.”

“Liar,” Bane said sitting back and watching me, “tell us the truth.”

I started to say I wasn’t lying when Damien broke in with a story. He wanted to know if I was aware my pussy could be spanked. The thick lips on either side were very sensitive and especially the nub at the middle. Men from the red mountains had given Damien the proper equipment. I had packed it in the mountains without knowing what it was.

Saying things that were untrue or keeping secrets just was not acceptable. He would teach me with words as long as I seemed to listen. He’d only punish me like that if he absolutely had to.

Damien’s eyes were calm and he wasn’t pacing or moving. He was serious and I had no desire to go through that. The truth would have to come out.

“I don’t want to be paid to have sex with you all. I love you and your pleasure is mine also. Being paid for what I do here feels wrong. I like being family, not a slave or a servant.”

Christof leaned back and seemed to be giving the matter thought. “Then we are sharing our wealth with you because it makes us happy. The sex is an irrelevant part of the bargain. Much like us, you are trapped here. We only wished to make you feel free.”

Turning my body I threw my arms around my friend. “Thank you,” I told him with my face buried in his neck.

I went around the room and hugged them all. Kein held me for a moment and clarified a point that had been gnawing at him.

“Then you will not take the two days you do not have sex with us, since we are not paying you for that?” he asked.

“No, I would prefer not to be paid for that,” I smiled gathering my courage and settling on the chair beside him.

I wanted to know how far they were willing to take this. Looking around I found the necessary courage and asked for something they would not understand.

“I would like,” I said folding my hands in my lap and watching my fingers intently, “for sex to be my choice as well as yours.”

They would not understand or like this. My family would not capitulate easily to this demand, so I steeled myself for it. I knew they thought that my enjoyment of sex indicated consent. Except for Christof they didn’t understand I didn’t feel that way. I anticipated they would fight this.

“A choice,” Kein said thoughtfully, “that means you could choose not to have sex with us?”

I looked up hesitantly and was relieved they didn’t look offended.

“Yes, that is what I mean,” I said watching their near emotionless faces. “On Earth, sex between a couple would be something they would both agree on. If one partner wasn’t interested the other partner might wait or… take care of things themselves.”

The internal discussion they must be having had to be intense. All of them were staring at one another. Most of the looks settled repeatedly on Christof. My friend was trying to give them my point of view, I knew he was.

“We bring you pleasure every time,” Bane addressed to me. “When we touch you, your body responds to us immediately. This is not a painful experience for you. Even the things you did not like initially you have learned to take great pleasure from.”

“I do not dispute your ability to arouse me past all reason,” I agreed. “I am just asking for the right to choose to be aroused.”

Christof smiled when I looked at him. The others had a strange look on their faces. They weren’t upset with this, instead they seemed to be giving it great thought.

“We would like this also,” Damien said stretching his long legs out. “It would be good if the women asked our permission before mounting us.”

Kein grunted loudly and Bane laughed.

“They would never be so generous, Brothers, but we can be,” Evan said with finality.

I looked up at him shocked. They were giving in to my demand without any fight at all.

“It is your choice then, Ciara, every time,” Damien formalized. “We will not arouse you when you do not wish it again.”

“Thank you,” I whispered feeling shocked and empowered.

The men were done with that conversation, though.

“What do you want to buy with your stones?” Christof asked curiously.

As I sat nude on the chair, I knew what I wanted more than almost anything, clothing.

“A night dress,” popped immediately out of my mouth.

The men didn’t know what I meant. I wanted a linen dress I could wear in the house at night, the way they wore the shifts. Something like a long shirt was what I wanted. It was silly, but I was happy when they didn’t seem to mind the idea.

“If we go to Fredrick,” Evan said, “he would try to sell us ornamentation. What Ciara talks about is clothing; he would not understand.”

“We don’t go to him, then,” Damien said shrugging.

The motion caught my eye and I pointed an accusing finger at Damien. “What did you just do?” I asked.

The conversation was back and forth for a moment before I asked Damien where he learned to shrug.

“You do it sometimes. The young one did it frequently. My Brothers and I understand the meaning,” he explained before getting back to the original conversation.

Before long I’d have them nodding every time they said yes. I grinned at the idea.

Bane and Kein were discussing where to get me my dress. It wouldn’t be difficult to have the men that made their clothes make me something.

“I know how to use the tapes they measure with,” Kein said. “They won’t have to touch her.”

It was decided. All I had to do was pick out the fabric I wanted. We would go to market the next day.

The conversation turned back to Christof and his human ancestry. His teeth had come in differently than the others had, perhaps that was why. They sat and contemplated what differences could be explained by this.

I sat quietly with my bag. It was no big deal that it was “mine”, I tried to convince myself. However I couldn’t resist touching the stones in the bag. Soon, I found myself counting them. It was the first thing I had owned in a long time and it felt surprisingly good.

We got ready for bed later that night after I tucked my bag of stones next to theirs in the closet.

“We will give you more every lunar cycle,” Christof told me.

I touched the ornamentation that hung in the closet and wondered if I would have to buy it now. It was probably expensive.

“That is for us,” Christof said touching the skirt that my hand had been on, “we will still buy it for you. The stones will buy you things you would like.”

“Thank you,” I whispered to Christof as we all filed into the bedroom.

I lay down and heard the men settle quickly. They started to snore lightly within a few moments. I looked at Evan sleeping peacefully next to me and smiled.

The stones were a nice gesture, but it wouldn’t buy any of us what we wanted. Freedom had a price tag none of us could afford. Still, what I had was more than any other slave had. I had to be happy and grateful.