A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

We moved upstairs and the men dressed in their linen shifts and put mine on me. I realized, that I had been wearing it for days without noticing. We didn’t have clothing for me in the mountains. Not like the light cloth would have been warm enough anyway. The ornamentation I wore up there was necessary for my comfort.

I thought of the mountains and my daughters. The dangers Hannah had discussed terrified me and I worried for Kennedy. She was leaner than Hannah, but heavier. We’d discussed it and it seemed the human bone structure was actually heavier than the Paterian. Kennedy was fast on the ground and slower in the air. I fretted over her.

I sat staring into the fire after dinner and was surprised when a knock sounded at the door. Basin entered with his family and Rose. She came right to me and looked into my eyes.

“I have seen many humans broken by this planet,” Rose said with great authority looking over my shoulder. “The ones that survive seem to stay active. I have given this much thought. Ciara must be kept very active in mind and body.”

It was back, I realized. My face felt slack and I had no memories of what we’d done for dinner. I was slipping in and out of some weird depression.

“You could have just asked me,” I said suddenly furious at them for calling Rose. “Every time I seem off you don’t have to go call HER.”

I stood up and paced the room. Rose was such a damned know it all. A free, know it all my inner voice reminded me. She was not a slave to anyone. She couldn’t breed, so the women did not care about her and her men considered her family. It would’ve felt good to have just pulled back and slugged her.

The violence in my own thoughts shocked me and I unclenched my hands. I became aware of the two families watching me and felt embarrassed. Unbidden a tear crested my eye and I fell apart.

Christof caught me before I crumpled to the ground. I sobbed in his arms as he carried me to a chair. We sat together as the conversation wrapped around us.

Rose told them this sort of thing had happened often at the Keepers. The slaves would hide it and comfort their own. The depression could be manifested with anger, sadness, acting out, or drawing in as I had been doing. She had seen it on Earth and she had seen it here. It was something that happened to humans.

“The best cure I ever saw was exercise,” Rose said bluntly. “The slaves that decided to get strong enough to escape would do things to build their stamina. It seemed to actually lift them. Even though none of us ever got away, those that reacted that way survived better.”

I shook my head and started to argue. My body was weak and tired. There was no way I was going to be able to exercise more than I was already. My whining did absolutely no good.

Damien had had enough from me. I was allowing weakness to overpower me and he just would not hear of it. My days would be regimented from now on.

“You shall help Rose with the stories in the morning,” he demanded. “I want your mind busy. If she tells us you are not helping, I will find a way to punish you without pain. It is not my goal that you fear me, but this cannot continue.”

I wanted to argue, but the look on his face told me how far that would get me. The collective mind was settled.

“In the afternoon you will swim the length of the inlet sixteen times until we tell you otherwise. We will help you exercise in the evening,” he finished calmly.

Bane grinned and sat back in his chair. He talked about the small training field near the Child Keepers. No one would be there late in the afternoons. It would be the perfect place put me in my clothes and train me.

Basin laughed long and loud before he spoke, “You plan to clothe the human and train her with swords in the compound? The men will think you’ve gone crazy, Damien! You should hear what they said after your escapade in the bathhouse.”

Damien snorted in disgust. He couldn’t care less what anyone thought. If they didn’t like it, they could talk to him about it. Evan grunted a laugh as Bane pantomimed beating them.

Basin’s family left with Rose on Basin’s arm a little while later. I watched jealously as they sauntered out. Rose was so calm and confident. I hated her for the life she led and the choices she was allowed to make. My face was a vicious scowl.

“That’s it,” Evan stated taking me from Christof, “your attitude is terrible. You need to be distracted.”

Evan stalked toward the bedroom and I started to struggle. Long ago I’d learned what they meant when they said I needed to be ‘distracted’.

“No, no, no,” I wailed fighting his grip, “I’m tired and I want to sleep. I don’t want to have sex tonight. You said I could say no!”

Evan smiled down at me and sat me on my feet. He didn’t let me go, though. We stood in the bedroom while his Brothers surrounded us.

“All we want is a kiss,” he said holding my wiggling form and using the English word as it should be. “Would you deny us your affection. It means a great deal to us, you know that.”

I stopped moving and stared up at him. It would have been easy to refuse him if he looked sarcastic or smug, but he didn’t. Evan’s face looked sincere. He could have such innocent appearing features when he wanted to.

“Please,” Kein added softly brushing his hands down my sides to rest on my hips from behind, “a kiss to show us you still care for us.”

I was surprised and turned my head to look at his earnest features.

“You have been so strange lately, so distant. We have missed you, Sister,” he said tilting his face and watching me.

“I love you, Kein,” slipped out as I caressed his cheek with the back of my hand.

“May we kiss you?” he asked sincerely. “Let us show you we love you, too.”

I agreed and saw the smile light his features. They could be so simple sometimes.

A tug at my night dress surprised me as Evan pulled it off. I fought him a little, until he told me he just wanted to kiss and reaffirm my taste on his tongue. His reasoning made sense. Evan had not tasted my skin in a long time and I knew he loved to do that.

The kisses started slowly and only on my mouth. There was no fire in the action. The men just brushed our lips together sensuously. Ever so slowly I was backed toward the bed until I sat on it.

Then the men kissed me everywhere. Bane kissed the length of my spine as Damien kissed down my legs. Evan eventually pushed me onto my back and began kissing my labia and the entrance to my womanhood. It was tender and erotic, but never more than a brush of lips to skin.

It was a trap and they got me. When Christof kissed up my arm and skimmed his lips over my mouth, I grabbed him. Using my tongue I kissed him deeply, it was the signal they were waiting for.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.