A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

I straddled him and sank onto his length, enjoying the sharp feel of him. Moving up and down, I tried to fuck him, but it was difficult.

Master Evan grasped my neck and pushed me toward Master Kein on the bed. Losing my balance, I ended up laying across his chest and then I felt Master Evan pushing back into my ass. They were planning to share me, so I made a point to relax myself completely.

As I lay on Master Kein’s chest I tried to say the things they liked to hear, but they were ignoring me.

“Unbind the wrists, I wish to play with the new toys,” Master Kein said.

Part of me felt relief as I leaned on my arms and part of me groaned. My tender nipples would never survive today.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Master Kein was much more gentle with my body than it sounded like he would have been. He flicked the rings lightly and seemed to enjoy watching them shake. As he reached his climax he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked. I thanked him copiously for the care he showed.

Master Evan was not near done yet and continued to ride me from behind. My ass felt open and used when he finally found his release.

“Ciara, come take a drink,” Master Bane commanded and I slipped off the bed and to my knees on the floor.

“How many times do we have to tell you that you must kneel on a resting place?” Master Damien asked exasperated.

I shuffled quickly forward until I was in the right spot and the men continued to stare at me. On impulse I leaned forward and kissed Master Bane’s feet apologizing.

“What are you doing Ciara?” Master Evan asked crouching beside me.

“I am apologizing, Masters,” I told him, “for not being an obedient slave.”

They each moved in front of me and took an apology before they fed me the water.

Master Christof put me back on the bed after my break and took his time. He crawled over me and rocked me gently into the bed. It was like before, when it was just us in the middle of the night. It was better now, though, with his Brothers touching and stimulating any piece of flesh he wasn’t.

After he was done it was another of them. They took me until I couldn’t stand. By the time Master Christof took a second turn, I was reduced to a quivering mess. All I could manage was to whispere their names over and over again.

“It cannot take us anymore today, Brothers,” I heard Master Kein say as long fingers inspected the wet, sore area between my legs.

“It did well,” Master Damien commented lifting me out of the bed.

I was showered and the cream was applied as usual. The perfume was once again put over my neck. This time I knew what it meant and was happy to have pleased them so.

The men redressed themselves casually and sat talking by the fire. They lay me on the chaise where it was warm and I dozed, exhausted. A rapping at the door woke me up, but I kept my eyes closed.

“Sirs, you are here,” the surprised voice said when the door opened.

“Yes, and we have an appetite. Where is our evening meal?” Master Damien asked.

“We did not think you would be here. Let us get it. We apologize, sirs,” the man stammered out.

I heard bustling as the food was brought in and set on the table.

“We did not expect you to be here tonight, sirs. We apologize for the wait,” the voice said still sounding surprised.

“There is an item the human slaves take. You stock it in the kitchens, do you not?” Master Evan asked the man.

“Of course, an order will be delivered right away,” I heard the man say.

Master Christof picked me up off the chaise and sat me between him and Master Evan at the table. I took what they gave me quietly and wondered about what the food delivery man had said. I looked silently up at Master Christof with the question still on my mind.

“Ask me, Ciara,” he laughed leaning down and kissing my nose.

“Where else would you be?” I asked. “The man at the door sounded like he thought you would be somewhere else. You rarely eat other places.”

“In the mountains, Ciara, celebrating,” Master Bane answered.

“This is much better,” Master Kein said, “no risk, all reward.”

I thought my brain must have turned off for a moment. “Why would you go into the mountains? Didn’t you just come out from there?”

“We used to celebrate by going to the mountains and finding females to pleasure ourselves with,” Master Bane told me.

“You don’t like to go to the females…” now I was confused.

“They were our only choice if we wished to celebrate and we do enjoy the females, to a point. We would go with another family or two and subdue several women for our pleasure,” Master Damien told me.

“It is how we know the mountains so well,” Master Evan bragged. “We know many places the women like to stay.”

“It was more fun when we went alone, without another family and we often did that,” Master Christof said. “There is always risk in the mountains though. We were taken and held by large gangs on several occasions.”

A knock sounded at the door and Master Evan got up to answer it.

“Never as much fun if that happened,” Master Damien commented.

“Because the women are mean,” I said trying to understand.

“No, if we got caught up there and didn’t return to our post on time the General would take a lash to us when we got back,” Master Evan said returning to the table.

“And not a light scolding like you got,” Master Christof said, “a real beating.”

I had thought what I got counted as a beating. It was apparently not that bad. Admittedly, they could take a lot more than I could.

“You did well today, Ciara,” Master Evan said handing me the bowl from the door, “you took each of us multiple times. We are pleased.”

I took the bowl and looked inside. It was an orange, a large ripe navel orange. Reaching inside I touched the rough skin and wondered at it.

“We do not know how to feed you this,” Master Damien explained from beside Master Evan.

“Show us how you eat it,” Master Kein commanded.

I picked up the orange and started to peel it. The scent of it filled the room and Master Christof wrinkled his nose.

“What a strange odor,” he quietly commented.

Once the orange was peeled I plucked at the seeds to remove them.

“The man asked us to save those if the slave did not eat them,” Master Evan said and had me place the seeds back in the bowl.

I separated the orange into pieces and the men were fascinated by it. They each took a piece and examined it.

“Would you like to try it, Masters?” I asked.

“No, Ciara, this is your treat,” Master Evan told me handing the piece he had taken back.