A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

I shook my head and took my dinner. They were decided about how to proceed and we were all looking forward to it. The idea was so exciting and novel. I couldn’t rid myself of the anticipation, although I was the last one that should be happy about it.

My men took their time with the meal. They even took their time after the meal to sit and talk. Several groups stopped by our table to say hello and my owners made time for all of them.

They were letting my food settle. No one wanted me to vomit, that would diminish their fun. A little extra time would be worth it in the long run.

We walked back to our rooms after dinner and I tried to drag my feet. Master Damien just reached down and picked me up. I opted to beg one last time, although I knew it was futile.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and planted kisses on his face. Softly, I murmured affection in his ear. The resounding answer in my mind was clear. Begging was not attractive. I earned my punishment, now take it like a woman.

We entered our quarters and my men stripped me of my protective layer. The only question was where to do this. I shivered in the main room and that decided them.

“I’ll light the warmer in the sleeping room,” Master Kein said running in that direction.

The room for sleeping could be kept warmer than the rest of the apartment. My owners were gracious and generous men, I thought.

“God, this is intolerable,” I said in English while grabbing my head.

I couldn’t separate my thoughts out of the collective when they were so close to me. The distance during the day had allowed me some freedom over my own mind. It was awful, thinking what I knew I didn’t believe.

Master Bane went toward their clothes closet to retrieve what they planned to use as I was escorted into the sleeping chamber. I knew what he was looking for. Master Kein had wanted it so badly when their cousins had talked about it. The lengths of soft ropes could be used to bind me and immobilize me without causing pain.

Now everyone wanted to see me like that on the bed. They wanted to tease me and see me cling to the very edge of orgasm. I’d beg them for relief and they had the power to grant or deny. The plan was to deny.

In the bedroom I looked at them and saw lust in their eyes.

“Please, Master,” I begged putting a hand on Kein’s chest.

I didn’t really understand what they wanted to do. They’d never hurt me before and what was in their minds didn’t seem painful. It just seemed so strange.

His teeth grew as he watched me. The imploring voice from a female unhinged him. It was so erotic. They’d never realized how amazing it was to hear me plead with them, but he didn’t like the fear I had.

“You will be safe with us,” he soothed placing a hand on my shoulder.

The hand travelled up my neck and to the back of my head. I’d felt him grip the hair at the back of my skull. He pulled the locks tight and my head pulled back exposing the line of my throat to him. Kein’s eyes were on fire as he looked down at me.

“You will be safe,” he whispered again smiling, “but you will beg and we will enjoy it.”

Fighting was useless, but I struggled anyway and it made them wild. I forced Evan to pick me up and take me to the bed. In some futile effort to resist, I even screamed at them.

A soft knot rope was forced between my lips and I felt it tied at the back of my head. I could still grunt and make noise, but intelligible sound was limited.

“We will remove it when you learn to behave,” Damien told me gently.

The more I squirmed on the bed the more they held me. It was familiar sensation of being bond by the pressure of their hands and I relaxed. This I was used to. Once my struggles stopped the true binding began.

Kein had paid most close attention to the cousins that taught this to them. The men had described ways they had seen unruly slaves bound and displayed in the yard. While Damien and his Brothers never planned to leave me out in a common area like that, they wanted to try it at home.

Damien and Evan held my arms down as Christof and Bane held my legs. Kein worked slowly and deftly wrapping me in the rope. Everything Kein did felt careful and practiced. I found his certainty in his movements reassuring.

I’d seen my uncles magazines with women bound this way. It was not something I felt I’d ever experience. There had never been anyone I trusted enough to do this to me, before now. Hands lovingly stroked me as I realized how much I trusted Damien and his Brothers. If they wished to bind and tease me, there was nothing to fear. I was safe with them.

Damien had seen my thoughts and the understanding in them. He reached down to release the rope from my mouth. A finger stroked across my lips enjoying the soft feel of them. He loved my mouth and only enjoyed seeing it stuffed with one thing.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Soft rope wrapped around my thighs several times. My knees were bent and pulled up, so the rope could be moved around my lower legs. Loop after loop was applied securing me, but never so tight as to cut off blood flow. My bent and spread legs were tied to the frame of the bed, so I had no chance of moving them together.

I tugged at my arms held above my head and watched Damien’s eyebrow raise. I knew I couldn’t get loose and they weren’t letting me go. He failed to understand the temptation to test the bonds. It was comforting, in a strange way, to have them hold me so tightly.

Kein wanted to bind my chest next. He’d listened with fascination as their cousins had explained making the breasts and nipples stand out. That was what he was going to do now.

Kein almost lay on top of me as he passed the rope under my back. The leather of his pants rubbed my exposed feminine folds and I shuddered at the sensation. My hips raised to brush against him again and he allowed it, once.

Holding himself on his arms and knees he placed his mouth next to my ear.

“It is a privilege I am leaving your hips enough freedom to move,” he said softly. “If you abuse it, I will truly enjoy taming you with this rope.”