A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

I took her hand and we walked a little farther out. She wasn’t truly comfortable in the water, so we just walked in the waves.

“My… family,” she said softly, “is working on changing their mindset. They have requested I also change mine. I have clung to old fears for too long.”

Again, I wasn’t sure I had heard her right. “Your family, not your owners, wish you to change?” I asked.

She looked so animated suddenly as she talked.

“I thought it was just the mountains and the way your daughters treated them. When we came back here, I thought it would be as it was before. Perhaps away from the influence of your family they would change back, but they have not,” she said excitedly. “I have a chair at the table now, Ciara. I am invited to sit with them by the fire.”

I was shocked. “You didn’t tell me they treated you different,” I marveled.

“Oh, you were so busy with the little one and I wasn’t sure it would last… They offered,” she said suddenly shy, “they offered to send me back to Earth.”

I couldn’t believe my ears as I looked at her. Jealousy exploded in me as she talked. No one would stop her if she wanted to leave.

“I said no, of course,” she continued blithely. “I still look like a twenty year old girl and time has gone on for so long. Who would I tell my family I was? I wouldn’t know where to work or what to do. Besides that the portals on Earth are so dangerous. Leaving here just to be crushed in an intergalactic portal would be foolish. It would just be a terrible idea.

“Basin told me I am no longer a sex slave. I explained the concept of lovers to him and he said that’s what we were. They would care for me and I would continue to love them.”

I looked out over the shining sea and imagined myself pushing Rose beneath the surface of the waves until she stopped moving. It wouldn’t be hard. I was certainly trained and I definitely outweighed her.

“I want to swim to the grate,” I said brusquely shaking out of my weird daydream. “I’ll meet you on shore.”

Before Rose could react, I dove forward and swam out through the inlet toward the grate. The water was deep here and the current pulled harder. There was no way Rose would follow me, which was good for her. I wanted to kill her.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

How dare she turn down freedom! The risk of the portals was worth it. This was no way to live. I was furious with her for making her choice and jealous it had been offered.

A memory came to me as I clung to the grate and looked into the dark sea. I’d asked my men to make the same choice. When I’d feared them rising against the women, I’d asked them to just stay put. Being mad at Rose didn’t make any sense from that perspective.

I surfaced and took a deep breath.

It wasn’t Rose’s fault she couldn’t reproduce. I couldn’t blame her for making a choice to stay here. The portals on Earth were notable in their tendency to crush creatures using them. Blaming her for not wanting to die like that was wrong.

For a little while I swam in the water. I felt better than I had in days, more awake. Something really had been eating at me. I’m surprised it took the men this long to ask Rose for help. They must have been trying to rouse me themselves and I hadn’t noticed.

I swam slowly back to shore and realized how crummy I felt. My muscles all hurt and I was just exhausted. My impulse was to curl into a ball on the beach and sleep. Rose would not hear of it.

“I have seen depression many times here,” she told me. “Girls, that give in and give up, die. You must stay active.”

We walked the beach and swam in the shallow water. Rose refused to let me just sit and mull. It was an uphill battle not to complain about how I felt.

The men came to pick me up that night and I was bone tired. I watched Damien’s heels as we stepped through the wall and stopped when he stopped.

“Ciara,” Bane said sharply, “stop staring at Damien’s feet. Look up.”

My confusion was evident as I looked up into his stern face.

“We’ve already discussed this,” Evan informed me as Damien turned to watch me.

“Slaves look down,” Christof said from behind me. “You are not a slave, to us. We will protect you, but you must trust us and look up. The way you are acting is dishonorable to the family.”

The argument slipped past my lips before I could stop it. “The other men,” I gestured, “will want to hurt me.”

Damien’s brow rose and I heard his answer before he said it. “We said we will protect you and we will. Do you think we are weak men?”

“No, Damien, I don’t think you’re weak,” I sighed and smiled.

Family drama solved, as far as the men were concerned, we stepped onto our transport and sped to the bathing hall.

Once we reached the main compound, going to the bathhouse became a daunting endeavor. Several families stopped to advise Damien I had looked at them. He informed them I was supposed to look up and look at them.

The other men didn’t like Damien’s take on things. Several made the mistake of telling Damien they would take care of my indiscretion themselves. When they took one step toward me, the fight would start.

My family fought with righteous fury. Damien and his Brothers were brutally efficient in putting the other men in their place. It was never much a battle and it was always more of a beat down.

Considering the commotion I was not surprised when the General showed up. The men calmly separated as the large man entered the bathing hall. They were waiting and I was waiting, too. Now Damien would have to stop this craziness. He would not have a choice.

“What seems to be the problem?” the General asked looking between several badly bruised men and my angry looking family.

The other men were quick to tattle to the General. I was looking around and Damien refused to do anything about it. In fact, Damien had told them I was supposed to look around.

The General looked at Damien and then looked at me. Finally, his gaze settled back on the men. He looked exasperated.

“Damien can do as he wishes with his slave,” the General announced. “If he wishes it to look around then that is appropriate. This is Damien’s issue to control, no one else’s.”

The General’s word was law, even if it was strange. The big man turned and strode out without a backwards glance. It surprised me that Damien and his Brothers seemed irritated by the proclamation.

We got in the water and I started to rub down Damien. He was tense and not loosening under my hands. Finally I walked around the little bench he was on and looked questioningly into his face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked softly touching a bruise on his chin.

He hadn’t looked injured from the fighting, but perhaps he was in pain. Not that being in pain had ever affected him before. Damien just seemed disgruntled.

“The General could have asked our reasoning,” he said tightly. “The other men should know what they think is wrong. No one will ask us about our choice now. It will make it more difficult to make the men see reason.”

I stood shocked and staring at Damien. Their desire for me to not look like a slave was intended to garner attention. Damien wanted to show the other men a new way to think. He wanted to guide them.

“You are a General, aren’t you?” I sighed sitting on his lap. “Nu-reeh was correct.”

My statement infuriated him and his stripes darkened. Christof understood what I meant. He explained it was very much like Damien to want to mentor the other men. Damien did a fine job leading his own family.

“Was that what you intended to say?” Damien asked me as I pulled the cloth across his chest.

I answered affirmatively and continued to bathe him. The answer seemed to console him for the time being.