A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

He’d have bet quite a sum of money that Fiona happened to be blushing under her fur-lined cheeks right then.

“I- I just like it when you are firm with me, master.”

“Why?” he asked.

That took her aback somewhat. She hadn’t exactly thought about it too much.

“I just want-”

“I know what it is you want, Fiona. You like me being dominant, right? Is that what you’re trying to say?”Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

“Dominant! Yes. That is it, master.” She nodded eagerly, wishing she’d thought of the word before.

“Alright, tell me why you like it.” He turned aside to face her properly and took her into his arms. “I’m happy to give it to you that way, Fiona. Just as long as it comes from a place I can understand and feel comfortable with.”

“Oh! I see.” She nodded slightly to him and her gaze drifted away again, this time in deep thought rather than out of embarrassment. “As far as I know, there is no one else like me in the world. I was an experiment. A mage took the essence of a cat and the essence of a human and combined them to make me. I lived most of my early life as his slave. Not like the slaves here. A human slave.” She paused to look up at him here.

He nodded with understanding. From her tone, it seemed that the human concept of slavery didn’t differ too greatly from that of his world. Pain, hopelessness, servitude.

“I was beaten often, though it was never sexual. I was simply a slave, a forgotten experiment, and a mouth to feed. Now I see that he probably wasn’t a very good mage. He lived away from the Imperial City by himself out in the middle of nowhere. He was always frustrated, and he often took it out on me. Eventually, he began experimenting with things that no human should, and they came for him. I don’t know what happened to my former master, but I escaped before the mages and their knights could find me. I have always been fast, and difficult to catch.” A hint of a smile played along her feline features.

“Even then I knew humans well enough to avoid them, and instead I travelled south to find my way here. Bolut took me in and I began to learn to dance and sing. I became something of a curiosity, and as I grew into womanhood I found I was suitable enough for work as a courtesan here. I’ve never liked wearing heavy clothes, and I don’t care for modesty, so it seemed like a good fit.

Then you came along. I had a new master, a human master, and for the first time I had a master I found deeply attractive. I recalled my time with the mage. The shackles he made me wear and the beatings I took from him. He often told me how hideous, and how much of an oddity I was. You told me I was beautiful, and showed me that you cared for me. It made me think about my old life and my old master.

I thought about how you are so different from him, and yet you reminded me of what it might be like to be a human’s slave again. To be your slave. To be shackled, used and… disciplined by you. It came as a shock to find out how much I liked the idea. It sounds insane, but I have stroked myself to fruition many times in thinking about it.”

“Is it because you think you deserve to be punished?” Gregory asked.

“No. It’s more…” Fiona paused a moment, considering her feelings on the matter properly before trying to put them into words. “When I was a slave to the mage he often punished me, but as I said, it was never sexual. In truth, I don’t think he was able to manage sexual satisfaction, for his mind was too consumed with jealousy and anger. Gods, I hated him. I think that might be why I enjoy the idea of you dominating me, Gregory. I trust you. I don’t think you would ever truly harm me. The idea of being a slave to your lusts, especially given how…” she paused again and this time her eyes lowered to his hard cock, still standing erect and ready despite its recent seemingly exhausting adventures. “Given how virile you are. And given how impotent he was. It feels like I’m mocking my former master in some way, and it feels good. Naughty, but good.”

“If I ever meet your former master then there’s a good chance he’s going to find his head on the end of a spike for hurting you, Fiona.” Gregory promised in a chillingly cool tone. “Although, if you think me fucking you like I own you is a big “fuck you” to the guy? I’m sure as hell happy to oblige.”

“You do own me, Gregory.” She actually shivered with arousal as she said those words. “It’s only right that you fuck me like you do.”

He closed his eyes for a moment before they popped open again, with a little laugh he turned to Janette.

“Have you and Talina been corrupting her?” he asked.

“Hey, don’t look at me.” Janette shrugged innocently. “Talina has some kind of weird thing about you being her master. It’s important to her, but she’s not exactly sexually submissive, is she? I know I occasionally get a kick out of you taking charge, but by the sound of it I think Fiona wants the full works.” She turned her head to look at her friend. “Is that right? Would you like him to tie you up? Spank you? Control you?”

“I don’t know.” Fiona answered honestly. “I’ve never done anything like that before, but the idea of it sure is making me wet.”

“I have some shackles!” Janette added helpfully.

Everyone stopped to turn and look at her after that little revelation.

“What?” she asked. “I thought it’d be fun to get naked one night and shackle myself to the bed just before Greg comes in. I said I was a little submissive!”

“Where did you get shackles from?” he asked.

“I may have lifted them from the stores near the cesspits.” Janette cast Algra a hopeful sideways glance in the hope that the orc wouldn’t tell on her.

“We should shackle Fiona to the bed now,” Algra said, and then she glanced to Gregory. “Then you should fuck her. Hard.”

“Would you like that?” Gregory asked Fiona.

“Yes, master.”

“Alright then. A few ground rules? If you ever feel things are going too far then say the word skyline and I’ll stop straight away. If you can’t speak, then make this gesture with your hand.” He threw up the devil horns for her to imitate him shortly after.

“What’s wrong with just asking you to stop?” Lydia asked.

“As far as I know, sometimes part of the fantasy for people with Fiona’s particular kink is to feel that their partner won’t stop. It’s a fantasy about feeling dominated, and relinquishing power from one person to another. That fantasy kinda goes down the drain if the submissive thinks that they can just say “stop” at any moment. Also, it can get a little intense, and it helps to have a word and a signal that means in no uncertain terms that something’s gone wrong.”

“You sure do seem to know a lot about this.” Janette eyed him suspiciously.

“I may have had a slight kink for this sort of thing, and I may have read a few articles on the subject. Ok?” His tone was slightly defensive, although that was undermined considerably by his cheeks turning bright red once again.

“It is a good idea.” Fiona quickly interjected when she sniffed a hint of hesitation from him. “I intend to push on those boundaries with you, master. But let’s explore it slowly, yes?”

“Jan, can you get the shackles for me?” he asked whilst smiling at his new sex slave.