A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

“The portals cannot transport the ore,” Christof explained. “It becomes unstable in the portals and explodes. Ships, except for short distance travel, exist almost exclusively to transport the ore.”

I continued to ask questions about the ore, about the other worlds, and about creatures that might visit this planet. My men understood my idea, but they weren’t sure it would work. In all fairness they played along with me, though.

We heard a noise at the door and we all turned to look. I almost did, but remembered the rules in time.

“They should eat, their Mistress said so,” the man said setting a covered pot by the fire.

Master Damien was irritated as the man left. We were not Healers and this job was ridiculous. He didn’t think we were making headway and the entire experience was annoying.

“How do the women sell the ore?” I asked continuing to pursue my plan.

Master Bane answered as Master Evan scooped the gruel into the bowl. “We’ve never been there but there is a place the women let the ships land to load the ore. The women carry it there. They have men that do the actual negotiations. Our women terrify most other races.”NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

“Wow,” I said, “you mean there are men that get to talk to creatures from other planets?”

“Yes, usually they use men that were Warriors, so they don’t fear for their safety…” Master Bane trailed off and was staring at the men on the wall.

They were sitting up and watching us. I put my head down, unsure if I should be looking at them or not.

“I would say that is a pointless concern since you have been bathing them, Ciara,” Master Damien said with a small smile.

“There are men that do the speaking with other races?” one of my fake Masters asked.

“Yes,” Master Bane said, silently gloating since he was on the winning side.

“Do they travel to other places? Are we permitted to go other places? Could we see other planets?” one of them asked.

“We don’t know,” Master Damien answered surprised as my fake Masters started to look more and more animated.

“The other mountains, can we go to see the other mountains? Can we travel over the ocean?”

“Maybe, some of the women let their men travel between compounds, your Mistress may,” Master Damien informed them.

My fake owners were coming out of it rapidly. Their curiosity was peaked and they wanted to know everything. Since their interest seemed to be helping them bond, Master Damien did as Nu-reeh asked and helped them.

Master Evan was irritated. He hated losing a bet, so this upset him greatly. Like a sullen teenager her stood off to the side watching Master Damien slowly coax the men out of their depression.

The disconcerting feeling from Master Evan radiated through me and it hurt. I felt off and strange. My thoughts had been in opposition to him all day. We both found it distressing.

It hadn’t been intentional, but I had hurt him. He felt divided and distant. That was a feeling he hated.

I walked to him slowly. If I could just be near him, I knew I could make it better. I wasn’t entirely sure he would allow me to touch him, though.

“Come,” Master Evan grunted begrudgingly at me.

Master Evan held his arms out and I rushed to him. My breasts pressed against him and I held him. We were close, that was all that mattered.

I looked up at him and he stared down at me. Our lips met in a fierce kiss. Master Evan needed to dominate and I wanted to be subdued.

My hands buried themselves in the nape of his hair as he pulled me to his mouth. It was a messy, tongue intensive kiss. His mouth left mine to explore my chin, my jaw, and the curve of my ear.

“Is this what you do with a slave?” I heard Rue’s brother ask incredulously. “You eat it?”

“That is not your concern,” Master Damien said stiffly.

Master Evan straightened and I wrapped my arms around his waist. He held me and stroked my cheek as he spoke to the men.

“I believe what you did with our slave IS our concern, though.”

Master Damien’s conscious mind dove into mine and forcibly examined my life with these men. He had lived up to his side of their agreement, these men had not. My Masters wanted to exact the price of their failure in blood.

“She said fix them,” I whispered against Master Evan’s chest.

We could destroy these men again easily, but it would be in direct violation of Nu-reeh’s order.

“You are still owed punishment from us,” Master Damien said to the men while turning toward Master Evan and me.

Walking over he placed a hand on Master Evan’s shoulder and a hand on mine. We were together and we were fine. Punishing these men may cause the family to be separated again, none of us wanted that.

The clattering of the talons alerted us to the presence of the women. We heard their voices outside the room. The five men we had been responsible for healing stood quickly.

“What do we do?” I heard one of them ask.

“Whatever the women want,” Master Kein quietly instructed them. “Keep them content and they will keep you happy.”

Nu-reeh came first through the cover. Three women of only slightly smaller stature followed her in.

“They are fixed!” one of the women said sounding delighted.

The women rattled their wings in some sort of odd celebration.

“So quickly, Nu-reeh, your men must be Healers,” another commented. “Perhaps you have misplaced them.”

I saw the anger flash in Nu-reeh’s eyes, but the other women did not. They were too enraptured looking at the five naked Warriors standing at the wall.

Nu-reeh spoke to Master Damien instead, “You did well,” she said simply.

“Thank you, Mistress,” we responded.

Nu-reeh gestured and we exited the room with her following us. It seemed inappropriate to walk ahead of the large woman, so we stood to the side and let her pass.

“Tell me, Damien,” she said, “have I misplaced you? Should I have trained you in the art of healing?”

“No, Mistress,” we answered.

Ridiculous, Master Evan thought.

Horribly boring, Master Bane added.