A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

I sighed with relief.

Master Damien petted the mark on my rounded belly for a moment. He didn’t seem to have the energy to really worry about it, though. He yawned and settled on his side gesturing me to lay in front of him.

The mat we were on was narrow, but it wasn’t an unpleasant place to sleep. The padding was thicker than it looked and the room was warm. I drifted to sleep with Master Damien’s hand cupping my swollen stomach.

I awoke a while later. Master Bane was restless. Moving over to him I stroked his short beard and down his chest to soothe him.

“Thirsty,” he said.

There was a new jug by the door. I got it and helped Master Bane to drink. Everyone else also woke up and took a chug of water. Once I was done, Master Bane held his blankets back and invited me onto his pallet silently.

Under the blankets next to Master Bane I curled around his side and stroked his chest. He had what appeared to be several stab wounds to the upper stomach. I had wrapped and dressed them before. I avoided touching them as I lay with him. He calmed as I stroked him.

There was no day or night in the room we were in. The torches still lit the room, but I imagined it was night. I slept with each man for a short while until someone else seemed distressed.

Lastly, I ended up in Master Christof’s bed. I had the strangest dream as I lay there.

It was pitch dark in my dream and I could hear the men crying out in pain and anger. I stood beside a small Kerosene lantern in the middle of the darkness. My first impulse was to take the light and go find them. When I tried to pick it up it would not budge. The message was clear, they had to come here.

I didn’t like the dark particularly. Things moved and shuffled all around me as I walked away from the light. The ground slithered under my feet and the air seemed to grab at me as I walked through it.

Somehow I managed to find the men and coaxed them one by one to sit with me in the golden glow. In my dream, I was powerful and strong. I picked Master Damien up and carried him with me to the light. He kept trying to leave its safe confines.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

“No,” I told him as he tried to move away, “we stay together. It’s safer that way.”

The dark was frightening, being alone in it was terrifying. I needed them close to me.

“I can’t,” he told me. “I can’t do it again. It’s too hard. We cannot live like this, let us die.”

“No, we stay together,” I said pushing him to sit in the lamplight.

“They won’t let us stay together,” he said drifting away into the dark. “They will take you away again. We cannot survive and you did not come.”

My arms became huge in the dream. I hugged them together and pulled them all to my chest. They couldn’t escape back into the blackness. I would make them stay in the light with me.

The crushing despair I’d escaped only a few days before started to creep back in. They had wanted to be together with me so badly and I had not come. They had waited and then they had decided to get me themselves.

The men had tried to get back to my compound to check on me, but Nu-reeh had stopped them. She’d taken their transport and scolded them.

“You have permission to be here only,” she’d growled at Damien. “I will bring your transport back when your free days are over. You cannot go to the compound.”

The men were left at the cabin to deal with their desperation. Panic and hopelessness set in. They were sure something had happened to me. Their family was ripped and torn, never to be whole again. The anger had taken hold of them.

Eventually they would find the men that did not bring me and hurt them, but it would take a long time. They were too weak to hold their family together. I could be gone for many turns of the moon before they could know. It had to end if we could not truly be one being.

I woke from the dream sweating and shaking. Master Christof was shivering behind me and I turned to face him. He looked desperate and yet somehow relieved.

I knew when I looked at Master Christof he had had the same dream. We all had. The weight of their misery hung around me and I felt it.

We were bonded, the six of us. I understood the anticipation suddenly, whispered memories told me how they had waited for me at the cabin. We had four days again, but I never came and they couldn’t come to me. They were so upset, the last vestige of good they had coveted for themselves was gone. In the end they just felt pain, so they inflicted it on one another.

Nu-reeh found them finally like that when she came to get them and brought them here. She tried to help them, but there was nothing she could do. They whispered my name to her. That’s why she went to get me.

“It cannot happen,” Master Christof said, “you are not like us. You are not of this world.”

He was right. I wasn’t like them. No part of me could form that strong a bond with another.

It was why I got better when the bond broke. I didn’t need such a thing to be happy. I could survive alone.

My mind felt like it did all those days when the funny thoughts flitted through my head. It was much stronger now and more constant. The chain and collar irritated them. The clean mats were nice and what had I done with their boots?

My belly twitched and rolled. The little life inside me was awake and moving. Master Christof’s hand had been on the side of my stomach and he felt the movement.