A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

The five youngsters drew closer to us and I judged them to be in their older teen years. It still wasn’t clear to me how the beings on this planet aged, but that’s how they appeared to me.

The young men walked with confidence, so I assumed they must be a more powerful family. Bane had me occupied so I wasn’t able to pay too much attention to them. I did notice how familiar one of them seemed, though.

“Damien,” the lead boy said seriously, “it is an honor to have Warriors on our training grounds. We wish you a good day.”

The little family stood and stared at Bane and I as we trained.

“It is no longer day, Tyle,” Damien told the boy while motioning to the darkening sky.

The kid took Damien in stride and thanked him for the rebuke. They stood silently watching as Bane moved me through the poses.

“Feet are all wrong,” one of them said pointing, “there is no balance in that stance at all.”

Bane agreed with the kid named, Aryn, and told him he had a good eye. My stance was made a little wider and my feet were rearranged. The way I’d been standing would have made it easy to knock me off balance.

The boys stood brazenly near. They were curious, probably one of them had human ancestry. Damien and his Brothers talked to them pleasantly. I could tell the interaction must be peculiar. The boys seemed too hyped up for this to be a normal thing to do.

“It would be better if your slave had someone to follow,” Aryn told Bane. “I could stand in front and let the slave copy my movements as it moves.”NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

That didn’t make any sense to me, but it did to the men. That was how they were accustomed to doing this exercise. The older boys stood up front and the younger boys stood in the back. Everyone did the exercise together as the less trained watched the more trained.

We started again with Aryn in front of me and it was interesting. I tried to model the way he looked, but felt I was failing miserably. His movements were like my family would have made, smooth and controlled.

I watched the boy in front of me and really thought he looked like someone I should know. He was tall and broad with deep brown hair and eyes. The stubble on his young skin was thick. I imagined he probably had to shave twice a day to keep it looking clean. I kept thinking I knew him from somewhere, which was obviously impossible.

We worked until the light was gone from the sky. I was exhausted and sore, but I felt good. My mind was clear and I felt alert. Rose had been correct; exercise was good for me.

Damien thanked the boys for the help and Tyle answered for his family, he was evidently the lead Brother.

“May we watch the slave train tomorrow eve?” the boy asked. “We will help again,” he promised.

“You are free to do as you wish,” Damien informed him. “This is your time of day to do with as you will.”

Damien’s answer seemed to please the boys. They enjoyed knowing this time was theirs. Much like everyone else they relished their freedom.

The boys gave a parting greeting and walked toward the exit. Bane grinned at me as they left.

“You did well, little Sister,” he said motioning back toward the spot we’d changed my clothes in. “We will enjoy training you this way.”

We stood in a small alcove as the pants and shirt were pulled from me. My boots were the last thing to go and my sandals quickly replaced them. Thanks to the exertion, my body was wet with sweat. I’d been working very hard in the yard. The blue fabric they lay over my breasts stuck to the prominent, raised nipples and adhered to the plump underside. The fabric hung around my waist and clung to my thighs, front and back.

While I was accustomed to nudity, the filmy fabric, when dry, did give me the illusion of privacy. I tugged at the delicate coverings and my hands were pulled away.

“Why did you..?” I started to ask looking up at Kein and noted his attention was glued to my top half.

I didn’t fight as he placed my hand at my side. He continued to stare as his fingers began to trace the areolas behind the gauze. My whole body shuddered at the light stimulation and my nipples rose to attention. It was easy to see Kein’s teeth were already dropped down watching the subtle change.

Looking at the other men I noted they were paying equal attention to my glistening form. A bead of sweat rolled down between my breasts and Evan seemed riveted on it. He moved in slow motion to bend over and run his tongue up my belly and over my sternum.

They’d never taken me publicly and their attention now made me nervous. While I preformed sexually in front of an audience every time, it was always the same audience. The yard was just not a place I wanted to do this.

“Damien?” I asked hesitantly, looking into his lustful gaze, “could we go back to our rooms, please?”

Despite my best efforts my voice trembled softly. Usually when they looked at me like this their needs were almost uncontrollable. I hoped they would understand my desire for the bedroom. But, it was foolish of me to have ever doubted.

Kein’s hand fell away and Evan straightened up immediately. Damien’s face lost the look of rampant desire as he spoke.

“You are quite attractive to us like this,” he said sounding apologetic and slightly formal. “We would very much like to be back at home with you.”

“Come,” Christof said motioning me to our transport, he put his hand on my lower back and steered me to stand in the middle as the rest of the family jumped on.

Kein wasted no time in starting the machine and raising it off the ground. We were in the air a moment later.

Other than Christof’s hand laying lightly on my back, no one else touched me. I looked up at them and saw their faces each held the same nearly blank expression as they looked forward. Whatever they were thinking about had their entire attention.

Christof caught me looking at him and smiled down at me. His head dipped until his mouth was at my ear.

“We want you very much,” he said calmly, “and right now. My Brothers have never lost their control in a public place before. You are… so tempting to us.”

I watched as he stood back up and looked forward again. His face held the same calm, stoic demeanor. Knowing how badly they wanted me, I shivered at the implication of the hand on my back. Even waiting, they didn’t want to lose physical contact.