A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

The tears on my cheek seemed to give Kein pause, but only for a moment. He shut his eyes and continued to pump above me with fervor. There was a goal he had to reach and he would not be dissuaded.

Christof shushed me from the side and stroked my hair. My sensitive scalp sent the message straight to my cunt to convulse anew on Kein’s rod. I tried to shake his hand out of my hair and screamed at him.

“We can’t stop, Ciara,” Christof said gently. “Relax and find pleasure again. That will make you feel better.”

No, it wouldn’t. As soon as I orgasmed another was already on top of me. There was no cessation or pause in the intensity. I was on a relentless quest for completion, but nothing made the torment stop.

Kein finished and Damien started. I was furious with them. Screaming and crying I begged him to stop and leave me alone. Lashing out with flailing fists, I tried to make him get off of me. He finally listened, in a way.

Damien did something I’d seen him do rarely. He backed off of me and sat on his knees. His large hand wrapped around his wet shaft and he stoked himself. I was mesmerized watching this powerful man bring himself off.

Suddenly Damien’s face screwed up. He leaned forward and thrust into me grinding us together. I was so stunned I didn’t react as he released inside of me.

Looking up at him I saw the determination in his features. We weren’t going to fail at this mission just because I couldn’t take anymore. The family would do what the family had to do.

Steel grey eyes looked at as me he pulled himself out. “Take my Brother’s seed before we let you rest,” he said simply as he pulled away.

His warm flesh ignited me again and I lay looking up at them with anxious eyes. How badly I wanted this to be over!

Christof crawled between my thighs and I tried to dry the tears on my face. The family had to be strong. I had to be strong. It didn’t matter what I wanted; we had to do this. Nu-reeh would separate us if we stopped.

I steeled myself for the onslaught of sensation as Christof began. He didn’t lay on me, though. He did what Damien had done and stared at me as he pleasured himself with his hand.

On the bed waiting beneath Christof, I didn’t move. As long as I stayed still the crazy sensations seemed unable to affect me. I just watched mesmerized as Christof pulled and jerked on himself.

The thick head of his cock disappeared and reappeared quickly as he sought to find his pleasure with his own hand. Just as his eyes got wide he thrust into me and I felt the pulse of him wash over me. My own body reacted to the invasion with another unsatisfying orgasm.

As Christof removed himself, I lay limply on the bed. I was beyond exhausted. Moving was unthinkable, but that was apparently a good thing.

“Lift your hips,” Bane said as he slid several pillows beneath my hindquarters.

His fingers sought out their plug, which I had begged so obscenely for. Now I begged them to leave it be. My wishes were ignored. The damned thing’s removal caused an orgasm that had my eyes rolling back in my head.

A soft blanket was draped over my damp form and I just lay with my eyes shut tight. I lay quietly on the bed as I’d been told to do. When I wasn’t moving the sensations in my body were bearable. I concentrated on stillness and waited.

I must have drifted off to sleep, but woke with the sun streaming in. Hesitantly I moved under the covers. To my great relief the super sensations were gone; I felt normal. As I woke up and stretched, Christof came into the room to watch me.

My friend was solemn as he brought a bucket of water and a rag into the bedroom. Silently Christof removed the blanket and wiped the damp cloth over my skin. He didn’t clean the mess at the juncture of my thighs that area was to be left alone, he said quietly. With soft strokes he washed the rest of me gently. The sponge bath took away much of the stickiness. Still, I felt well used.

The tears came and Christof wiped them away. He looked concerned, so I spoke quietly to him.

“I am her breeding slave. I will not fight it,” I said but it still saddened me.

With great effort I pushed the emotions back. They had no place in this world and would only get me hurt.

The rest of the family watched from the doorway. None of them looked happy, but they did look determined. I couldn’t think of anything to say to them that wouldn’t make my voice crack. This just had to be done.

Once I was clean and patted dry a blanket was pulled over my body. I watched my men through the doorway talking quietly together. They had hated what we’d done this morning as much as I had.

When the Healers showed up I blushed scarlet as they discussed our morning. They came into the sleeping chamber and spoke with Damien.

“Ciara,” Damien said tactfully, “is very responsive to us. The concoction you all created for us made her uncomfortable.”

The Healers wanted details. Damien was forced to explain I had cried during sex and we all found that distracting. The potion was too strong; it made me wild and unpredictable. Damien and his Brothers had always managed to excite me before. The drink was not necessary.

The Healers seemed to be discussing amongst themselves as they stepped into the main room. They huddled around each other and seemed to be talking to someone else, which did not make any sense to me. I saw them pushing at a small pad like I used to write my stories. Suddenly they all straightened and stepped back into the bedroom.

“We will provide potion to take with you,” the lead Healer told Damien. “As long as the slave is receptive, you do not need to use it. You cannot use the oil to ready the slave. It is detrimental to the seed. If the slave cannot be made ready, you must still follow Nu-reeh’s commands. The slave will learn.”

I saw Damien’s face darken at the Healer’s words. Sex without lubrication would harm me. I knew that would not sit well with any of them. They had no intention of letting that happen; it was evident on their faces.

Instructions were given about how long I had to stay like this and when I could move. They expected another performance this evening before bed. Evidently, my breeding cycle had been planned in detail.

“Once you reach the cabin,” the lead Healer said, “the middle time may be used as you wish. Just make sure you use the slave twice a day.”

Damien agreed and reminded the man Nu-reeh had given him instructions. He would not deviate from her commands. I would be cared for exactly as she wanted.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

I lay still and heard the Healers leave. Bane stretched out beside me and looked at the ceiling.

“How long do I lay here?” I asked him quietly.

Bane pointed to a device in the bedroom that resembled an hourglass. He told me once that had finished they would get me up and clean me off completely.

“You’re taking us to the cabin?” I asked curiously.

“Yes,” Bane answered propping up on an elbow and watching my eyes, “we are happy at the cabin. No one will distract us and we have things we can enjoy doing. You were happy during your last conception there, it will be so again. That is how Nu-reeh wishes it.”

“Oh.”

Nu-reeh’s interest in my reproductive health was disconcerting to say the least.

Christof interrupted my musings as he started to pack a bag with blankets. “We told her what we did the first time and she wanted us to do it again,” he said. “We all enjoyed the last time we made a child with you, although it was not intentional. We wished that you would find pleasure this time also.”

“Last time I did not know,” I said softly looking out the open window. “This will not be the same.”

A tear started to form in my eye and I brushed it away. I could not think like that. It was unhealthy for me.

“We will make it good,” Christof promised and Bane seconded the statement. “You will not be upset.”

Kein bustled in about that time with an armload of shirts he laid on the bed and started to fold. “We told Nu-reeh you would not need the drink,” he said forcefully. “You will respond to us twice a day like you did then, but she did not believe us.”

Kein looked upset. I wanted to soothe him, but I had a feeling changing position would not be acceptable. Bane sat up and started to help Kein fold. He took care of the soothing.