A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

Each man received the same treatment from me. I’d clean them on a pad and then roll them to a fresh one. It was exhausting work. By the time I was done I was covered in sweat and dirt, which I attempted to clean off myself. I was also streaked with their blood.

The men outside had said they should eat. While I worked my Masters had each opened their eyes once or twice. They were not awake enough for me to feed them. I didn’t want to fail at this mission without at least trying, though.

I opened the pot the men had brought and looked in at it. The sludge had the consistency and color of oatmeal, but it smelled appetizing. Using the spoon and bowl, I ladled out what looked like a serving.

The bowl was still steaming, probably it was warm from sitting near the fire. I carried it over to Master Damien and knelt beside him. Sitting the bowl on the ground I tried to wake him.

“Master Damien, you need to eat. Wake up for a bit and let me feed you,” I said softly.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

He didn’t rouse so I shook his shoulder and repeated the request.

A hand was around my throat suddenly. If it wasn’t for the metal slave collar, the fingers would have crushed my windpipe. Master Damien looked up at me with a wild look in his eyes.

“Relax, Master, please,” I begged not moving. “I just want you to eat something.”

The hand relaxed and fell limply back to the pad.

“Death is better than this,” he said in a pained voice. “I cannot do it. It is worse than before, we are completely broken.”

“No, Master Damien, that’s not true,” I said softly. “You are with your Brothers. Your bond will be repaired. Eat a few bites for me, please, Master Damien.”

The expression on his face was heart breaking. I just wanted to comfort him, but I was determined to help him. I ignored his pained look and helped prop him up, so I could feed him a few bites.

The impression I got was they had not eaten in some time, the other man had been quite insistent. For now, Master Damien didn’t refuse and took the warm gruel. Soon he had finished the entire bowl. His eyes drifted shut and he settled back after he was done.

My lower back was sore and my belly ached slightly as I struggled to my feet, but I ignored it. One of them had eaten. That had to be a good thing. Hopefully, Nu-reeh would be pleased and the most I would suffer would be an aching back.

I tried to feed Master Kein next, but he just stared at me dully when I managed to wake him. In an effort to gain his attention I pulled his hand to my breast. I petted myself with his fingers until he was more alert. Still, he refused to speak or acknowledge what I wanted him to do.

In a stroke of inspiration I put a dollop of the gruel over my right nipple. It was warm and heavy and made my breast tingle.

“Eat, Master Kein,” I said offering him the nipple.

Master Kein watched for a moment and then sat up on his own. He leaned forward and ate the warm mess off my flesh. Stubborn man refused to take it any other way for the remainder of the meal. Every bite he ate was deposited over a breast first and he licked or sucked it off.

The stimulation made my breasts feel heavy and full. By the time Master Kein was done something strange had started to happen. A bluish fluid was leaking from my nipples.

I rose and stretched feeling satisfied two had eaten. Using a rag I wiped away the sticky feeling and errant breast milk, but it continued to appear in little beads. It would stop when it wanted to, I supposed. No time to worry about it now as Master Kein settled back on his mat and closed his eyes. There were three others to tend to.

I refilled the bowl and caught Master Evan watching me. He was awake, so I went to him next. I knelt on his mat and sat the bowl down. Perhaps I could persuade him to sit up if he was awake, I hoped.

Before I had to time to ask Master Evan to sit up, he grabbed me. A sharp yelp escaped my lips as I was pulled down. He moved swiftly rolling onto me and hovering over me while watching the line of fluid that had been dribbling out of my body.

Master Evans tongue snaked out tasting it. He lapped the line of milk from the top of my stomach to my nipple. It didn’t take him long to realize hard sucking produced more.

My breasts felt strange and heavy as he sucked. It was disappointing when he stopped and fondled my nipples with his hands. He tossed something away from us and then placed his mouth back over my flesh.

I looked down and had to smile. He’d removed the nipple rings that held the other men’s crest. I was elated, that must mean they were waking up.

Master Evan sucked until I was dry and tender. I was sure I wasn’t producing enough milk to make a substantial meal for a full grown man, so I fed him from the bowl. He took it willingly.

Master Bane was easier to feed and so was Master Christof. Both of them sat up and allowed me to feed them without a fuss. Neither would talk, they seemed shattered somehow.

Master Bane and Master Christof each removed a piece of the ornamentation the other men had left on me. Despite their efforts at removal, I still wore my earrings and the cuffs on my ankles. The dirty green slip of fabric at my waist was there also.

They were all resting on clean mats under the blankets. Each of them had eaten a serving of food. When Nu-reeh returned I prayed she would find the current situation sufficiently better than it had been.

My own stomach rumbled and I looked into the pot. A small amount of the gruel still clung to the sides. I scraped it out and ate that bit myself.

I petted my bulging stomach and hoped it was enough to satisfy the little life inside of me. It seemed to have been very heavy food, so hopefully the small amount I had taken would be enough. I was already upset with myself for losing my mind and not eating for several days prior.

Resting with my back to the fire pit, I looked around the room we were in. It was circular and had a single door. The messy clothing and mats I’d piled beside that entrance were gone now. The guards must have done that. Replacing the pile were several moderately sized containers that looked like gourds.

I walked over to inspect the new objects and heard Master Damien behind me.

“Bring me one,” he said quietly.

I picked one up and took it to Master Damien. He pushed his blanket back to expose his genitals and pressed his penis into the opening of the gourd. I watched fascinated as he relieved himself in the container.

It was a urinal. I’d seen similar things on Earth when my uncle was in the hospital. Master Damien relieved himself and sat the gourd beside him on the ground. I picked it up and took it back over by the door.

All the men wanted to use one. I was thrilled they weren’t peeing on themselves and happily brought the gourds over to them. I wondered what we would do when they needed to use the facilities the other way. That would be much more difficult than delivering a urinal, I feared.

A thought hit me and I gasped. My plug was still inside of me. I couldn’t wear it all the time and there was no one to take care of me.

While I’d become reacquainted with feeding myself and wiping myself, I’d never touched the plug. It was stupid but that just seemed like something I shouldn’t do. Perhaps I should ask, I thought, but who?

“Ciara,” Master Damien called, “come rest with me.”

“Yes, Master Damien,” I answered walking up beside him.

Before I could kneel down, he removed the cuffs from my ankles and tossed them toward the door.

“Kneel,” he commanded and I obeyed.

Master Damien removed the chain from my waist and threw it into the fire. My green and gold earrings were also removed and tossed away. A hand snaked between my legs and the plug was gently pulled from me.