A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

I glanced up at Master Damien and he looked a little upset with me. That I dared to think these men were that dishonorable upset my Masters.

“I apologize, Masters,” I said quietly.

That statement made the other men notice me again.

“It’s been a long time since they had a problem like this,” a man said pointing to my stomach. “Last time is was men from the red mountains. The family’s name was Barne.”

“They didn’t hurt the slave, did they?” Master Bane asked.

I couldn’t tell if he was curious or if I was curious. It was all starting to blend together. We were all curious.

“No, they brought the men here to be with the slave until it removed the child from its body. Once the child was eating solid food they sent the men home with the slave,” he said.

“How did that slave come to have a child inside of it?” Master Evan asked.

Again, I felt it was more Master Christof and I curious about this and not Master Evan.

“The traders that sold us the health drink were cutting it so they had more to sell. We test it now before it goes to the compounds,” the man said.

Master Damien and his brothers pondered the issue for a moment before Master Christof spoke.

“Are we human?” he asked. “It seems unlikely we could make a child with a human. Ciara is so… unlike us.”

He was right. I was from a different planet in a different galaxy. I was weak and small, nothing like women here.

“My Mistress told my brothers and I stories once, when she was in a good mood. It was after the last slave with a child was brought here.”

All the men clustered around listening to this man talk. He dropped his voice low so the sound would not echo in the cavern.

“The portals used to open spontaneously on our world. The ones here lead to several planets, Earth was one of them,” he said conspiratorially. “Creatures from Earth came to this world and creatures from our world went there. My Mistress told us she did not know how long the connections were open or where life started originally. She thought life started here must have moved to Earth.”

Or things on Earth moved here, I thought silently.

The man continued to speak. “The women have since closed the portals here and Earth’s are crumbling, as the slavers know. The connection between our worlds is lost now.”

I grinned and shook my head. The connection was alive and well as far as I could see.

It was interesting what the man had said. Did humans evolve from apes as we’d thought? Or did apes evolve from something here? Was the missing link really a Paterian relative that altered the course of history? Our planets may have been sharing genes for eons. Humans evolved to lose the fur and the Paterian women evolved to gain wings.

A funny line of thinking struck me. Were vampires a story based on seeing a Paterian male that wandered through a portal? It didn’t seem impossible.

Master Damien and his Brothers were confused by my line of thinking. They’d never heard of evolution. No one had ever talked about how creatures came to be. They just were. Master Christof found if fascinating.

Our internal musings were cut short as a man strode into the hall and broke up the men standing around. He called for the men to move to their daily jobs.

“Mistress Nu-reeh didn’t leave assignments for your family, Damien,” the man said. “The rest of you know where you should be.”

The crowd dispersed quickly. Most went toward the large exit at the end of the hall.

Master Damien led me into their rooms. They lit the smokeless torches and the central fire pit in the main room. Warmth spread out in the space as I explored their living areas.

It looked surprisingly like the compound. Large arched doorways separated the different rooms, giving the space an open feeling. There was no eating area. I poked my head from the sitting area into the bedroom and then through the doorway to the bathroom.

The cold stone floor I’d been used to walking on in the main hall was covered in here. There were animal skins over the main areas of the floor, making a soft area to step.

Their colors were spread generously through the rooms. Everything was draped in the shade of blue they considered their color. I touched the various items and wandered through their suite as they watched.

I poked around and found the cleaning supplies in a small closet off the main room. Just like at the compound, I thought. The men gasped and I turned to face them.

“Why were you doing that?” Master Damien growled.

I’d been thinking about cleaning for my fake Masters.

“They left me at home when I bled,” I started to say and the men surrounded me.

They couldn’t understand why I’d bled, they couldn’t understand why I’d been left alone, and they were furious I was used to clean for the men they paid.

“I like to clean,” I stammered. “It gave me something to do. The bleeding is normal. I think it started because they stopped the drink.”

The men relented. I really did like to clean. It made me happy to see things neater once I was done. I had been content, so that pleased them.

The bleeding concept they struggled with. If it was related to stopping the drink, they would make Rue and his Brothers pay for that.

“Perhaps she will let us lay the whip to them,” Master Bane growled referring to Nu-reeh.

“They are masters of the whip, Brothers,” Master Christof assured everyone.

I felt Master Christof’s memories of being whipped, but a new sensation was clawing for my attention.

“Masters, I have to-” I started but Master Bane was pulling me through the arched doorway into the bathroom already.

I sat on the lacquered pot and relaxed. It had been hours since I had gone.

The bathing room we were in was spacious. The ceilings were high. A sunken, stone lined pit sat in the center of the room. I was sitting off to the side to take care of my business. Even with all six of us in here it didn’t feel cramped.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Master Christof turned a knob on the wall and the huge sunken tub in the room started to fill with water. I saw steam rising from it. That would feel wonderful on my sore back.

I started when Master Bane ran a wet towel between my legs to clean me. The big man crouched before me and grinned. He sat the rag aside and ran his fingers through my lower lips a second time.

“I have missed this, Ciara,” he said softly.

“I’m on the pot, Master Bane,” I told him shyly.

Master Evan pulled me to stand and led me to their bath. “And in a moment you will be in the bath, Ciara. We are aware of where you are,” he said laughing.

They didn’t understand my self-consciousness about my bodily functions. They always used the bathroom as a group. Removal of waste was just a process like eating, there was nothing to be ashamed of.