A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

I looked up at him stunned. Kein looked impassive, but I felt a tiny bit frantic. His friends did not look at the world like he did. They would hurt me if they thought I was an unowned slave.

“They won’t harm you,” Damien answered my unspoken plea while watching Basin’s family over my shoulder. “They know what we would do if they wronged our family.”

The large room seemed to freeze in time for a moment. Basin broke the silence as he lifted Rose out of the water and then leapt out himself.

“You have some strange ideas,” he said calmly, “but we have no wish to challenge you. If you say the human is under your family protection, we believe you.”

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“I wouldn’t advertise such strangeness to the other men, though,” Stayne added thoughtfully. “They probably would not respect your wishes.”

Damien agreed and pulled me out. Evan wrung the water from my hair with an absorbent cloth as Kein dried my body and we bade the other families a good sleep.

Stayne laughed openly as he slung Fuji into his arm.

“We don’t rest yet, cousin, there is still much to do,” he said grinning and turning toward his leather flap.

Damien and his Brothers laughed at the implication. I blushed furiously. Although I’d had the displeasure of watching them with Fuji on many occasions, I still was embarrassed for her. Sex should be private and not advertised.

“Then we will be quiet…” Bane whispered in my ear.

They wanted me. I looked into his eyes and saw raging desire.

My hand travelled from his muscular shoulder down his arm until I held his hand. Pulling gently I guided him into our quarters. The air hummed with longing as I tugged him toward the sleeping chamber.

“I want you, big Brother,” I said pulling his broad shoulders down.

It was a sweet gentlekissthat gained fire as it went on. Bane’s tongue swept into my mouth as he pushed us further toward the bed. His Brothers followed, each thinking of how they would like to relieve their now rampant erections. The sexual energy started to make me much more excited than I had been.

“How do you want me, little Sister?” Bane whispered into my ear.

I liked to face my lovers and be buried under their masculine forms.

“As you wish,” Bane said softly before capturing my lips with his own.

While we kissed Bane’s hands ran down over my hips and the ample swell of my bottom. He squeezed it lovingly and caressed the round cheeks. Where he and his Brothers were all hard muscle, I was soft and pliant. Bane loved my curves.

The image of my bottom striped came into my conscious mind suddenly. As I kissed Bane, I saw an image of myself as Bane had seen me. My hair was mussed and my skin sweaty. I’d been looking back at him as he touched the lines Damien had put across my ass. The look in my eyes had been seductive and confident.

Bane broke our kiss to look down into my eyes now. The idea of being hit terrified me and I could not understand his memory. Bane’s big hand cupped my face gently as his thumb ran over my lips. Their velvet softness reminded him how fragile I was.

They’d made a horrible mistake. Although I was family, I wasn’t like them. They couldn’t hurt me to teach me. It only left panic.

“No more, little Sister,” Bane murmured sincerely, “only softness. Do not fear the pain. Let me pleasure you.”

“Never pain, again,” Damien promised from the side before walking into the closet.

The way I felt was not healthy. I didn’t trust them not to hit me and that just would not do. We would solve the problem tonight.

Damien brought out all the things the men from the red mountains had sold them. The whips and floggers had been bundled into the bags my men had brought with us on the transport. Now the noxious items were carried out and marched into the main room by the pool. Damien laid them down beside a fire pit.

Bane pulled my hand and led me back out to the fire pit. I stood beside it and stared at the pile of things. A large part of me wanted to just throw all those evil things into the fire. It took great control not to start just burning them.

“Then do it,” Christof said quietly, “that’s why we are out here.”

These things would create smoke when burned. It wasn’t like the fuel we used usually. Kein was sure that the smoke would move harmlessly out the hole in the ceiling out here. This was a good place to rid ourselves of this mistake.

My hands and arms worked before I’d really thought it out. The family decision was made and I was only doing what we all wanted. Piece after piece of carefully crafted leather was discarded into the pit.

The material smoked and burned in the hot fire. It split into pieces and sizzled with an odd smell. I was happy, elated really, to see it go. That had been all of it, every piece they’d had. I looked up and found Bane watching me.

I was mesmerized by Bane’s brown eyes and smiled looking into their familiar depths. He had no urge to harm me, even lightly. My willingness to play with them had been based on trust and that had been broken. We would not do that again.

I was tugged back into the bedroom and Bane encouraged me to lay on the large round bed. Stretching out on the surface I waited for him to join me.

“You were uncomfortable for many days,” Bane said putting a hand on my foot and admiring my toes.

The big man knelt on the bed between my knees and ran his hands over my feet and past the cuffs on my ankles. His hands smoothed over my calfs and behind my knees. The soft skin there was sensitive and his touch felt wonderful.

Goose bumpstraveled up my legs and Bane smiled tracing the funny bumps. He hit a spot on my hip and they started again until my nipples puckered.

“I like this game,” he whispered running his fingers over my chest until an area under my clavicle gave him the desired result.

I knew where I wanted to be touched and pulled his hands between my legs. Bane touched everywhere except where I wanted him. He avoided my clit and the soft wetness below it until I was ready to scream with frustration.

“Do it yourself, then,” he said coyly sitting back on his heels. “Show me how you want me to touch you.”

I stared stupidly up at him and saw the challenge in his eyes. The idea of watching me stimulate myself turned him on for some reason. He wanted to see what it would look like if I put my own fingers on my flesh.

It had been the equivalent ofyearssince I’dmasturbated. The last time I’d tried I had been harshly rebuked by Stayne’s family. Frankly, I wasn’t sure that I could.

The rest of the family saw the unfolding drama in my thoughts and would not have it. Theymasturbatedthemselves when they wanted. I had the same right.

My men surrounded me as I lay on the bed and slowly brought my fingers between my legs. I didn’t think I could do this, but they were sure I could. Their assurances gave me the confidence to slide my fingers down over my clit.