A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

I demanded to be released and allowed to end this. I had to die, I begged. The only way to save these poor future souls was for me to be destroyed. They refused.

Like a fool I threatened to bite them or bite myself. I’d take off my own tongue and then not be able to eat.

“No, little Sister,” Bane begged, “stop it. You mustn’t talk like that.”

I refused and actually tried to bite myself. Strong fingers separated my jaws and they gagged me. The soft round ball fitted between my teeth and held my jaws apart. It latched behind my head. I couldn’t bite anything now.

Like a fish out of water I struggled and cursed behind the gag. Tears flowed freely and they brushed them away. Bane held me on his lap and petted my head. After a while I was passed to Damien, he soothed with gentle words. When that didn’t work and I continued to cry they gave me to Christof.

My best friend looked at me critically and looked at his Brothers. He found the agreement he needed to continue.

“You do not belong to yourself,” he stated with finality. “You do not belong to us, but you have been left in our care for safekeeping.”

I screamed in my throat and wailed at him. He wiped my nose and the spit from around the gag before he continued.

“It is not what you want. It is not what we want, but it is what will be. You belong to Nu-reeh. She does not want you hurt. You are not permitted to harm your flesh. We believe you will fight the coupling to produce Nu-reeh’s next child-”

I made an unintelligible yell that could easily be interpreted as a yes. He ignored it.

“We will not tell you when you are fertile, but we will know and you will breed.”

I started to struggle in his lap and he watched me with cool eyes.

“You told me once that I may not get what I wanted, but what I had was worth something. I still believe that is true.”

I remembered the clearing. At the time it had seemed true. Now I wasn’t so sure. Christof continued to talk.

“This is not the life you would choose, but it is worth living. I know that you care for us. You must make that the priority in your mind as you told me to make my Brothers my priority.”

“We will look for a way to escape,” Kein said quietly, “you have to give us time and we will try to find a way out.”

It was frustrating to have this conversation bound and gagged. I wanted to scream and argue. I knew the truth, though. Thinking about it calmed my struggles almost immediately.

What I wanted did not matter. What I thought about this was of no consequence. Nu-reeh had said to breed me or she would take me to someone who would. We were all her slaves and we had been given a direct order. As added incentive, we had been told the repercussions if we were not successful.

“It is good we were prepared for this,” Kein said tapping his mouth, indicating the protective gag. “When she was our… slave we never needed these things. I am glad we kept them.”

“Mostly prepared,” Bane said crossing his arms and looking into the closet darkly.

The internal conversation was heated for a moment and I felt Christof stiffen beneath me.

I lay my head on Christof’s shoulder and let my forehead fall on his neck. He allowed me to snuggle against him as he spoke to his Brothers. I relished the small comfort.

“Ryan and his Brothers work with Fredrick,” he said stroking my arm, “they make the collars and cuffs the slaves wear.”

“Ciara can’t open those!” Evan said standing and looking victorious.

The sarcastic part of my brain thought about all the fun things I could say if they were allowing me to talk. The rest of me wanted to know what I wasn’t allowed to open.

Evan changed in a flash into his street wear. He came out of the closet armed and dressed. The large curved sword at his waist got my attention.

I remembered the knives Christof usually carried in the small of his back. I could end my fertility with one of those. A few good pokes and I would be unusable for this purpose. Rose hadn’t died, only been rendered unable to bear young. I wondered if I could do that, too.

“NO,” Damien roared watching my eyes, “that is unacceptable,” he fumed.

I had been staring at the weapon openly and they’d caught me. Damien stood up looking ready to pummel something. He told Evan he wanted those men here tonight to fix the cabinet. This situation was currently unsustainable.

I shut my eyes and tears fell again. They were locking the cabinet with the weapons. Any opportunity I had to end this was being stripped from me.

“Enough with this line of thought,” Christof scolded. “I expected better from you. You must trust us.”

The men from the village came quickly at Evan’s request. None of them must have had human ancestry. They didn’t even notice the bound and gagged slave that sat in Christof’s lap. Instead, they installed what was most likely the only lock in the entire compound without question.

“Push here and here,” I heard the locksmiths say, “it will pop right open, just like the cuffs.”

“The… slave cannot open it?” Damien asked bluntly.

“No, sir, the fingers the slaves have are too weak to work the mechanism. It is exactly the same as we put on their cuff and collars.”

Evan paid them and they left, happily talking about what they wanted to buy.

The apartment was quiet after they were gone. I looked up to find everyone staring at me. No one looked happy.

Frankly, I wasn’t happy either. My jaw ached, I was thirsty, and I had to pee. I looked longingly at a jug on the table and then back at Christof.

Damien crouched before me and held my chin with his fingers.

“You cannot bite yourself,” he said solemnly. “Nu-reeh will have us remove your teeth if you use them against your own flesh. Understand this well, Sister. Don’t make us do this to you.”

I sucked in air and shook my head. Having seen one of my uncles lose all his teeth to poor hygiene I knew how funny that looked.

“I can give you nutrients by chewing for you and letting you swallow,” Bane said quietly. “It would be unpleasant and you will not like it, don’t give Nu-reeh a reason to do that to you.”

I shook my head back and forth. My eyes were huge and I tried to use them to beg. I’d go crazy if they took my teeth.

“If we feel it is necessary, you will wear the gag most of the day,” Damien said. “That will cause you a great deal of discomfort, but we must protect you.”

Desperate to apologize the sound just came out garbled and muffled. Either Damien understood or he was just being nice. Reaching behind my head I felt him fiddling with the latch.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“We have seen you bite your fingers before,” Damien threatened, “don’t let us see that again. Others are watching you now, too. You must do as Nu-reeh wishes.”