A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

I didn’t remember and I told them that. As we flew along I explained the last things I remembered was climbing the hill with my burdens. Honestly, that wasn’t necessarily today, or even yesterday, though. Everyday they had been gone had been like that.

Damien was livid. If he could have breathed fire he would have. Since there was nothing except me and his Brothers to punch on the transport he was forced to contain his anger.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

I tried to soothe him, but when I stepped closer he got a better look at me. That just made him angrier.

“Did she feed you?” he asked in a tight voice running his hands over my cheeks and down to my collar bones.

“Yes, Master Damien,” I replied automatically in response to his growing rage.

They corrected me as one being; we were family. They weren’t Masters and I wasn’t really a slave.

Damien took that stance, with his feet shoulder width apart and his arms crossed. I looked into his menacing face and knew he was fighting for control.

“Explain to me exactly what you did every day,” he ordered.

I started to answer him and then thought better of it. “No,” I told him instead squaring my shoulders.

Damien tensed and I heard the sharp intake of breath from his Brothers. Free or not, no one refused Damien.

“With your hands tied in front of you and surrounded by my Brothers, that seems like an impudent answer,” Damien advised me recrossing his arms decisively across that broad chest. “I have learned many ways to train a human. You will act as part of this family and we do not have secrets.”

There was steel in his voice. He didn’t want to let this go.

“If I tell you, and it really makes you angry, what are you planning to do?” I asked hotly. “Are you going to go kick Nu-reeh’s ass?”

The anger faded and Damien cocked his head. “Why would I kick her in the ass? What possible good could a kick to the ass do?”

“Is that how humans fight?” Christof asked curiously. “It doesn’t seem that would be effective…”

“It is a wonder they keep a whole planet-” Evan started to say and I cut them off.

“In my language that means to beat up someone in general,” I sighed. “Could you please, please cut this off my hands?” I asked holding up my bound wrists.

“You will tell me,” Damien said pulling out a small knife and cutting through the bonds. “This will not be a secret much longer,” he said pressing his lips to mine.

We eventually made it to the low building they were heading for. I was warned there would be young Warriors sharing the cabin with us. Damien and his Brothers could kick them out, but they didn’t really want to do that. It would be a very rude thing to do.

There would be plenty of space for us to sleep. The bed in these things was typically made so several families could sleep on them. Room would not be an issue.

“These men earned the right to stay indoors on this hunt by their diligence on the last,” Kein told me. “It is a rare honor to stay in the outpost cabins when we hunt. When we were young we worked hard for the honor.”

“Well,” I reasoned, “I wouldn’t want to make enemies out of men like that. It isn’t difficult for me. I just won’t look at them. Odds are they will just ignore me.”

I was warned repeatedly we could not talk as freely. I didn’t care. It was good to be back with my family.

Damien greeted the young men inside and explained what had happened. They seemed happy to see other Warriors and didn’t mind sharing with Damien’s family. I got the impression they didn’t mind sharing especially with Damien’s family.

I heard their whispers as I was taken to the room for bathing.

Damien had trained to be a General, but he chose to stay a Warrior. He felt he served his compound more loyally that way. The Administrators had changed their minds at Damien’s request. He must be a great man to influence the Administrators.

In the bathing room I stood at the closed leather drape and continued to ease drop on the commentary of the young men.

“Ciara,” Christof hissed filling the tub, “stop listening to them, come and be washed.”

The dress I had made was peeled off and dumped on the floor by Damien. He also cut off my “boots” and they were removed. I started to move for the water and was stopped. They were staring at me, all of them.

The rage in the room was palpable as Damien ran a finger across my collar bones and down my sternum. He gently palmed a breast and I realized how much smaller they were.

“Did she feed you?” he asked very softly.

“Yes,” I whispered as his fingers trailed down to inspect my prominent hip bones.

One of Damien’s large hands wrapped around my forearm and down to the cuff on my wrist. It was so loose he could almost put a finger under it.

“Get in the water,” he said hoarsely gesturing to where Kein and Christof were waiting.

The bath was warm and inviting as I stepped in the tub. It also shielded me from their piercing stares, which were making me uncomfortable. Sinking down, I looked into Christof’s bright eyes. He didn’t speak and just started to slowly soap and wash my body.

I felt Kein fiddling with my collar and cuffs. As he removed them I felt the stirring of panic. My eyes were wide and my breathing amped up as I looked up at him.

“These do not have our symbol on them. These have Rue’s symbol,” he said watching me closely. “We will put you in our symbol soon.”

I smiled and nodded. Of course that made sense, my reaction to it had been so primal, though. Looking at the dirty metal he was correct. Nu-reeh had thought of everything, the symbol on the metal was Rue’s.

“I’m going to clean your hair,” Evan said softly. “Tilt your head back and let me wet it.”

The cleaning continued silently for several moments before Christof spoke.

“How often did she feed you?” he whispered in my ear.

“Three times a day,” I answered quietly.

Bane walked from his spot and stepped into the main room pulling the leather drape closed behind him. I heard his booming voice as he distracted the other men in the cabin.