A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

I stepped into the water feeling much less uncomfortable as they used the latrines. They were right, it was just a function. If they were so unconcerned about it, I shouldn’t worry either.

The water in the pool came to the edge of my ass. I stood in the middle scooping up handfuls of the warm water and pouring it over my back. It felt so good and relaxing.

Master Damien was the first to notice me. I was beautiful. He liked the exaggerated dip my low back was making as my belly grew. Through his eyes I saw myself and I was lovely. Something was missing, though.

“What’s missing, Master Damien?” I asked, turning slightly to look at him.

“We were farther gone than we’d thought. We should have noticed, Brother,” Master Evan laughed leaving the room.

My neck was bare. Their symbol was on my stomach and nowhere else.

Master Evan returned with the collar and motioned me over as he sat with his legs hanging in the pool.

I felt unsure for a moment. My neck was larger and the old collar had been replaced, it had been too tight. The cuffs on my ankles were also slightly larger. If these were the old size they would not fit.

Damien scoffed at my concern, he and his Brothers had never stopped watching out for me. Fredrick had sent notice through traveling men that I had changed. They had sent back stones and bought everything in the right size less than a moon ago.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

“We thought you were merely gaining weight,” Master Christof said. “We assumed that you were just very healthy.”

Master Kein bounded in beside Master Evan and took the tiny nipple rings from him. They put all of my metal ornamentation on me.

I’d never thought of the collar and cuffs as jewelry. They were a sign of enslavement, but not anymore. The insignia was beautiful and I was overjoyed to wear it.

I shook my head trying to clear it, as the men stepped into the warm water. My opinions were all over the place. It wasn’t clear where I ended and they began.

The sensation of not being the one to direct my own thoughts was nerve wracking. It was far more intrusive than the occasional feelings that had assaulted me before. I wanted to feel anxiety, but I couldn’t; it wasn’t the predominant theme.

Master Damien lowered himself onto the bench in the sunken tub. The water swirled around him and he winced as it went over several knife wounds. I felt them on my own unscarred abdomen. He sighed and stretched out in the tub grinning at Master Evan.

The pain was inconsequential. The Brothers had been pulled from the edge again. We were lucky to be alive and unbroken.

When Master Christof had separated from them, it had not been complete. This time they lost all connection to one another. They never thought they would see happiness again.

I automatically started to soap Master Damien, because I knew it was what he wanted. Pleasure radiated from him as my hands ran over his skin. He had loved this part of having me from the first day.

I continued to wash him in comfortable silence. As they always did, they enjoyed Master Damien’s bath. I enjoyed it, too, using my new knowledge about him to guide my hands where he wanted them.

“Wonder what our schedule is now?” Master Christof asked. “Will we continue to train?”

Master Kein lounged along a bench and answered. “They cannot separate us from Ciara. What will they do with us?”

“And what will we do with you?” Master Evan growled pulling me toward him.

I stumbled and landed on his lap.

“So many questions,” I grunted trying to stand and failing.

“Yes,” Master Damien said watching us, “so many questions… Perhaps you could enlighten us. How is it that we share our bond with a human? How did you do that Ciara and from so far away? The mountains usually disrupt our bond.”

The men sat unmoving in the water. Their eyes bored into me and I didn’t know what to say.

“I didn’t do anything, Master Damien, it just happened.”

They didn’t need to watch my eyes to know I was telling the truth. I couldn’t explain how I connected to them. It was pretty obvious from the jumble in my head that we were.

“Females cannot bond with us,” Master Evan said holding me tight.

Some part of him knew I was female. There was a hint of fear there and it was completely unnecessary.

“I’ve seen your women here, Master Evan,” I reasoned, “I’m not really a woman compared to them.”

Master Christof snorted, “You bear young ones, Ciara. You are female. You’ve always thought you were female.”

“I’m not like the women here, though,” I stressed and Master Evans arms loosened around me.

Perhaps I wasn’t a female, he was still torn on the issue. The men’s opinion clashed violently with my own and it was uncomfortable. Only in one mind did I find similar ideas. There was comfort in agreement there.

“I know, Ciara,” Master Christof soothed.

Master Christof had always believed I was female. It wasn’t the prevailing opinion, so he’d never pushed it.

“You don’t agree on everything?” I asked.

Master Evan dragged a wet cloth up my arms and answered, “Mostly, some opinions we do not share, but those thoughts make us uncomfortable.”

Their minds hummed along with mine as Evan bathed me completely.

In return for the care, I started to wash Evan’s hair once it was wet. The shock I got when my fingers ran through the damp locks startled me. His hair was sensitive, not just his scalp. I twisted a lock around my fingers and I felt the weird pleasure that caused him.

“Wash it, please,” he requested softly, “and then twist it.”

The other men were used to this. They all knew Evan’s hair wasn’t like theirs. The sensitivity was a secret they hid. It could be dangerous if others knew.

I gently cleaned Evan’s hair and scalp how he liked. Once I was done I sat behind him on the edge of the stone tub. What he called twisting, I called braiding. Working slowly I braided and unbraided his hair. The sensations put him in a near Zen state of relaxation.

Still, Evan’s intense pleasure could not take away the questions. He shook himself out of his trance and pulled me back into the water. There were mysteries that needed to be explored. They were curious about my stomach. It wasn’t clear to them what was inside of it that made it larger.

I remembered going to one of my cousins’ birth. There were also several shows I had seen on childbirth. The men saw through my memories. Cringing, I realized I would have to go through this without any pain medicine.

“This will not cause you pain,” Master Damien said stoically. “We will see to it.”

“It’s not something you get to choose,” I told him shaking my head. “It always hurts.”

Damien was getting irritated with my irrational persistence on the matter. Apologizing softly, I relented; perhaps they did have something to use. As soon as I agreed, I felt better.