A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

“The women in the mountains care for our every need,” Evan complained. “The men are too soft. Even during a chuke contest they barely put in any effort at all. They just don’t have any competitive spirit.”

When the discussion turned back to the place they lived now, the worn looks returned. The more they spoke of their lives now, the more unhappy they became. I wanted to shake them out of it.

“Could we go for a walk, Masters?” I asked spontaneously once the meal was done.

“That doesn’t make any sense, Ciara,” Christof said. “Where are we going to walk to? This is an isolated outpost, there is nothing near here.”

“Not to go somewhere, we could just go outside and walk in a big circle and look around, Masters,” I answered gesturing to the door.

“Why would we do that?” Bane asked.

“I’m curious to see outside, Masters,” I said watching the obvious confusion on their faces. At least now they didn’t look upset.

It took a while, but they finally said we could go outside and ‘walk’, although they still didn’t understand the concept of just walking around. I was dressed up in my brown outfit, without the hood, to go outside.

“Master Christof used to take me for walks all the time at lunch,” I reminded them as we walked outside.

“I took you to the clearings in the forest,” he said, “I always knew where I was going. You were very fond of wandering, though. I never understood it.”

They were being impossible, so I changed my tact. I pointed to a hill in the distance and asked if we could go see it. Having a destination made the men feel better and we walked in that direction.

I asked about all the different little plants around us. There were also several sets of tracks made by animals. They seemed happy to tell me about the animals that had made the prints in the ground.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

What I really wanted to know about was that strange sexual encounter we had just had. What was the purpose of me not calling them Master in the bedroom? It seemed like it was important to them, but I couldn’t figure out why. I was disgusted with myself for not having the courage to talk about it. Instead, I just made small talk and enjoyed their company.

Over the next four days, I never asked them about the strange new rule. We made love daily, sometimes twice daily, and the new rule stuck. They did not want to be called Master in the bedroom, ever.

Luckily for me, their level of aggression in bed was way down or I never would have survived. They were gentle with me.

When the last day of what I had termed our vacation came, I tried to suppress the sadness. The men seemed to be doing the same thing. In the end I was just clinging to each of them, attempting to express how much I loved them.

“We will see you again, Ciara,” Master Damien told me. “You must keep our secret, though.”

“I understand, Master Damien. It was a good plan, Sir,” I complimented him.

When they started to take their colors off of me, I didn’t cry. I would see them again, they had promised.

My temporary Masters arrived some time later. Master Damien warned them to dress me in several layers of the dull brown cloth. The cold weather in the early evening would chill my sensitive skin. I smiled sadly knowing who truly cared for me.

The sun was setting as I stood on the transport next to my temporary Masters. They looked like they had been to hell and back, but they were happy about it. I imagined most men on this world must enjoy the women. For anyone else the way Master Damien and his Brothers lived would be seen as a step up.

I pondered the strange situation every day. The men that kept me adored the women and looked forward to their turn with them. Master Damien and his Brothers hated the women and had unlimited access to them. Perhaps they would learn, I thought, and grow to enjoy the women. If that happened, I wondered what would happen to me.

It would be bad for me if Master Damien and his Brothers changed their minds about me. I was kept for them, if they didn’t want me I would certainly be sold. The very idea of being owned and used by different men turned my stomach. I loved Master Damien and his Brothers deeply.

Once I was back at the Keepers I couldn’t contain my excitement. I told Rose and Fuji what was happening.

“They pay other men to Keep you?” Rose asked stunned, “That must be very expensive.”

“It makes sense now,” Fuji commented. “I couldn’t understand why your owners kept the old mark on your stomach.”

“Your owners must know, Fuji,” I said thinking. “It is why they didn’t take me to the posts when I tried to touch myself. They said they were keeping a secret. It must be the mark they were keeping secret.”

“I wonder if Master Basin and his Brothers know?” Rose pondered.

“If they Keep me next time my owners go to a coupling, we can be sure they do,” I answered her.

Time dragged on and I thought it could not get any slower. I had asked my temporary Masters how long until I saw Master Damien again. That was a mistake.

The man I asked became enraged and told me not to speak of it; it was a secret. Another of my owners calmed him and told me when the small moon completed a cycle. That meant nothing to me. Time continued at its slow pace.

I woke up late one night and felt sticky, nasty and sticky between my legs. I dipped a hand down and it came back wet and dark in the moonlight. My brain took a minute to process and I realized I was having a very heavy period.

Jumping off the bed, I startled all my owners awake. They were used to my night time bathroom breaks, but this was different. I apologized and explained about human menstruation and told them I couldn’t have controlled the bleeding all over their bed.

I had hoped they wouldn’t be mad at me for leaving a spot on the covers. They weren’t mad, they were terrified. None of them believed me when I said that it was normal.

In the shower they brought in a bright light and made me spread my legs. They watched the blood flow out and inspected its origin. The cold of the bathroom wasn’t comfortable and I had cramps, too. I tried to explain that.

The men were beside themselves. They discussed calling the healer, but feared to do it for some reason. Finally, they seemed to get control of themselves.

“This comes and goes?” one of them asked me.

“Yes, Master, on my planet every turn of the moon I would bleed like this for five or six days. I used pads to soak up the blood when it came out,” I told them helpfully.

I didn’t want to sit in the bathroom for six days while I bled.

The men wrapped the towel they used to dry me so it rested between my legs. They put me back to bed as they sat in front of the fire talking. I couldn’t hear what they were saying and that concerned me. Something told me I would not like how they handled my period.

I had been right. My period was awful. The men refused to let me go the Keepers and they didn’t want anyone to see this happen. They wrapped me in the absorbent towels and put me in the box in the wall every day I bled.

The first morning I handled it all right. I had been put in the box multiple times before. In a way, I liked it for short periods. It was the only time I was alone. Quickly, it started to make me crazy, so they used the calming creams.

I lost track of time. There was no telling how long it went on. They put me in the box after my morning routine, slathered me with cream and closed it. I awoke drowsy and confused at lunch when they fed and let me relieve myself. More cream was placed on my head and I was knocked out for the afternoon.