A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

Rue and his Brothers went first. They each took thirty vicious swings of the whip to their backs. Several of the men cried out loudly, which elicited a cheer from the other men in the room. Bets were won and lost as the whip cracked.

I watched the blood drip from the wounds and cringed. The General’s treatment of me had been far less harsh and I remembered the pain. Despite the joy Master Damien and his Brothers felt at their cousin’s treatment, I felt sorry for all of them.

Looking up, I found Nu-reeh staring at me.

“Do you have a tolerance for pain?” she asked bluntly.

“No, Mistress,” I answered honestly.

“Concentrate on Bane or Damien,” she told me. “I refuse to listen to your piteous screams. Your owners are legendary for their tolerance and I am proud of them. Do not dishonor the family.”

Master Damien took his lashes first and I concentrated on Master Bane. He was bored. The family had been whipped many times, this was nothing new.

The punishment was also surprisingly light. He had expected far worse. Master Bane was glad he hadn’t placed any bets with his Brothers on the number of lashes. He would have lost that wager badly.

Frankly, Master Bane would prefer to be in the crowd betting on the outcome. Just to throw the bets, he considered calling out on the first lash. Most of the men would have wagered he wouldn’t make a sound.

Master Evan and Master Christof were irritated with that idea. This was not a family of weak men. Crying out would bring dishonor, even if it would throw the games in the crowd.

It was Master Evan’s turn and he grinned cheekily at the whip-holder. Winking would probably really irk her, I thought, so Master Evan did that. No one here had ever seen a wink and it did seem to disrupt the proceedings. Master Evan was thrilled.

The woman doing the whipping was infuriated with Master Evan’s attitude. She laid the whip four times in the same place. She left a deep bloody furrow in his back, but he only grunted on the last lash.

I felt the pain from the two of them burning across my own back. It was much, much worse than what the General had done. Tears blurred my eyes and I concentrated on Master Bane.

Christof went next and took the blows stoically. He didn’t intentionally goad the woman like Master Evan had done. She repaid him by laying the marks equally across his flesh.

Master Evan was proud of his single mark and bragged he was the strongest Brother. Master Christof did his best to ignore Master Evan, but he did agree with him. Master Evan’s mark was deep and bloody. It was impressive.

Master Kein leapt to the position to take his turn. His willingness to take his punishment angered the whip holder, again. She called to Nu-reeh asking to give them more, they were not learning anything.

“They will learn, won’t you Damien?” Nu-reeh called.

“Yes, Mistress,” we all answered politely, but the internal opinion was quite the opposite.

We weren’t learning anything from this. Fuck the women and their stupid rules.

Nu-reeh watched the defiant faces in front of her and I know she saw their rebelliousness. From what she’d told me, she liked it. Their attitude in face of their punishment looked like it thrilled her.

The punishment resumed and between slashes to Master Kein’s back Nu-reeh turned to me.

“If I actually wanted to break them,” she said, “you would have taken the twenty lashes. I could have opened your flesh until your blood coated the floor. That whip, while mild on my servants, would have torn you apart.”

Master Kein cried out loudly hearing that through me and the men in the hall cheered. My owners turned to look at Nu-reeh with wary eyes.

“I am a kind Mistress,” she said simply. “They should never make me want to do that. Isn’t that right, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress, you are kind,” I said petting my gravid belly.

“Never bet more than you are willing to lose, I believe is what Bane would say,” she mused.

“Yes, Mistress,” I answered as Master Bane humbly took his place and silently took the whipping.

She’d sucked the fire out of my owners. The whip may kill me, it would certainly maim me. Their cream would not be effective on the bone deep cuts the whip could make. My fragile flesh meant a lot to them, Nu-reeh had nailed the unfortunate truth of it. Master Damien and his Brothers would do anything to protect me.

Once the ten men had taken their punishment, they moved to stand before their respective owners. Master Damien looked up at me and he wanted me far away from Nu-reeh, or at least closer to him.

“I believe we understand each other, Damien,” Nu-reeh said as she ran a clawed hand through my hair.

“Yes, Mistress,” we all answered.

“You should thank me for giving you a light punishment,” she purred.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

My men and I thanked her dutifully. Compared to the other men, it really had been light.

“I will decide when you need to suffer, Damien, not you. Do not disappoint me again,” she said. “Your ability to feel pain is mine.”

The rest of the men in the hall dispersed quickly. They’d seen the good part. Bets would be settled outside the view of the women. It was quiet in a few moments and we were alone with Nu-reeh and her Sisters.

“Damien,” Nu-reeh said, “Rue and his Brothers have paid for their deception and oversight. Their owner wants no other harm to come to their servants.”

My owners were livid. Master Damien spoke quickly and angrily.

“They did not treat Ciara right, they did not care for her-” he said fists clenching.

“And it has been taken care of,” Nu-reeh answered him calmly.

I felt it, the shift. It was done. We would not try to punish Rue and his Brothers ourselves. Thirty lashes to the back each was enough punishment for what they had failed to do.

“Yes, Mistress,” we said.

My owners were looking longingly at me, but they didn’t say anything. Their main concern now was having me closer to them.

“Go,” Nu-reeh said simply waving a hand in my direction.

I rose to my feet and moved to the edge of the small stage. Struggling slightly I sat down and my owners pulled me off. They weren’t focusing on their backs, they were focused on me. Nu-reeh’s wicked claws had been so close…

“Go clean up,” Nu-reeh said. “The slave may wait in your quarters and I expect a performance from you all this afternoon.”

Nobody knew who she wanted to perform or what she was talking about. Suddenly her eyes locked with Master Evan.

“You specifically, Evan, I expect a good performance from you,” she rose and stepped off the stage.