A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

The days passed quickly. By unspoken agreement after my punishment and breakdown we just waited for my next fertile period. It could not be many days off.

I went to the Keepers and wrote stories for the children. In the afternoon I split my time between teaching Rose and swimming. Knowing the warm water was soon to be taken from me, I enjoyed it. In fact, I made a point to try and enjoy my life, despite the future.

There were problems and things that bothered me. Despite my resolve in the day the truth would sneak up on me at night. I’d dream of children walking away as I called to them. They never turned and I’d wake up crying. My men understood those dreams.

Other dreams, darker dreams, plagued me and I would wake shivering. I tried not to wake the family when I had those horrible ones. In my memories I saw Damien’s cold face as he inflicted pain so privately on me. I screamed for him to stop, but my mouth was bound. The terror in those nightmares often left me sleepless for much of the night.

Still, I had to be positive. I could not focus on the negative or it would break my spirit. In the day I put my mind to things that brought me pleasure.

I loved working on the children’s stories almost as much as I liked to knit. The little pad I used was left in the house and at night I was permitted to work. I’d fiddle with ideas and sketched out drafts as the men played their games. During the day Rose would help build the story with me.

The Child Keepers found our ideas fresh and interesting. Apparently the little boys loved our little tales. Our names did not appear on our stories, but our owner’s marks did. Bane told me one day the young children waited patiently for each new addition in our line.

“The young men told me as we trained them earlier today,” he told me at lunch, “how much they like our stories. They thanked us for giving them such good tales. All of them feel they could do the things you described, because the account was so vivid.”

I beamed at Bane’s compliment as he tousled my hair. “You bring another honor to the family, little Sister, thank you.”

It was wonderful to teach the children. Secretly I knew it would one day be my only link to my young sons. I imagined them reading my stories and learning from them. It would be the closest I would get to mothering them.

Damien had once told me he would not discuss when my breeding days would start. I assumed I would know. I was not wrong about that.

My fertile days started and my family started them with a bang.

Evan woke me with his face buried between my legs. I tried to push him away; it was much too early in the day for me to be interested. He wasn’t dissuaded. He swiped his tongue along my cleft and forced my legs farther apart.

“Go AWAY!” I groused as my linen cover was quickly removed. “Find another game. Do something else. For the love of…. just STOP!” I begged them waking up.

“Stubborn this morning,” Bane chastised leaning over me with a wicked smile. “What will we do with a little Sister that doesn’t submit to sex with the family?”

I didn’t have a good answer for that. On Earth the phrasing would have stopped me cold and hearing it now had the same effect. They didn’t notice and pulled my hands above my head. Kein began nibbling and plucking at my breasts, trying to coax a response from my sleeping body

“We apologize,” Damien said softly in my ear. “It is not your choice this time, but neither is it ours. Please understand we do not wish to make you unhappy.”

Laying still, I composed myself and held the tears in check. I was a breeding slave and that’s what I had to do. Still, I had one request.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’m thirsty, may I have a drink before we start?”

Who in their right mind wakes up to have sex as the sun rises? Check that, a quick glance out the window told me the moon was still fading, the sun wasn’t even up yet. The light in the room came from several lamps.

“You started without me,” Christof complained stepping in from the main room, in his hands was a large cup.

I was pulled to sit at the edge of the bed, but Evan didn’t stop. He dropped off the bed on his knees and continued his quest for my center. Despite the early hour, he was still quite talented. As his tongue dipped into me I moaned involuntarily.

“Drink this,” Christof ordered placing the cup at my lips. “This will make it better.”

It was like drinking warm Jello, but it quelled my thirst. Christof forced me to drink the entire cup. He even scooped the remains out and had me lick it off his fingers. I’d never had anything like it before.

“What was that?” I asked them as they stared at me.

Even Evan had stopped and was looking up at me.

“It is a concoction the Healers make,” Damien said settling on the bed beside me. “It is intended to raise your appetite for us. You have never required such a stimulant, but it was requested we give it to you.”

“Nu-reeh?” I whispered touching my lips.

How odd to think of her considering our sexual life. It was strange and creepy. At least she wasn’t watching the way she watched the men.

“Yes.”

“Do you feel anything?” Kein asked leaning in to watch me intently.

I felt his breath on my cheek and my skin tingled at the stimulation. Evan’s hand on my knee was warm, so sensual. It sent shivers down my spine.

“Touch me,” I begged breathlessly.

Evan slid his other hand around my foot and over the cuff on my ankle. When his fingers touched the skin of my calf I felt goosepimples rise up the leg.

“More, please, don’t stop touching me,” I whispered.