A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

We walked briskly through the large hallways. We moved through the labyrinth of tunnels toward the opposite side of the mountain where Ronal worked.

Ronal and his Brothers had been free Warriors, just like Damien and his Brothers. One of Ronal’s Brothers had been killed. The four wounded family members limped home to their compound and waited to die. The women had picked them up and brought them to the mountains.

Ronal and his remaining Brothers had slowly healed. Their owners in the mountains had told them men could survive losing a Brother. Such talk was unheard of in the compound, which is why they were removed from there.

We walked into a huge hall that seemed like a factory. Master Damien walked us through the commotion to the center where Ronal stood.

“Damien,” the other man acknowledged my owners, “good to see you. Come to visit the sorting room have you?”

The men were very busy around us, putting pieces of rough metal of various shapes into different bins. They weighed, measured, and examined each piece carefully. It was quite a production.

“We’d like to talk tonight,” Master Damien said.

“My Brothers and I would be happy to, Damien,” Ronal answered. “Your slave could provide entertainment,” he offered.

My owners were shocked. No man ever requested such a thing of another’s slave.

“Come now,” Ronal laughed, “we have seen many slaves here. They all have a talent for entertaining us. Does this one? We wish some compensation for our evening.”

I swiveled my hips experimentally. Yes, I could still dance, even with the belly.

“You see,” Ronal pointed, “the slave is bursting to show her skills. It’s settled,” he said smiling.

Master Damien thought it best to spell out exactly what skills I would be showing Ronal and his Brothers. Best leave no room for confusion later.

“The slave will dance for us,” Master Damien stated, “but only we touch our slave.”

The other man laughed and agreed. He had no interest in sex with a slave, he assured Master Damien. His Mistress kept him and his Brothers quite content.

I was tired and my feet were sore as we walked back toward our quarters.

“Nap?” Master Christof said in English and I gasp.

“You understand English?” I asked and they grinned at me.

“The word was in your mind. There is not an equivalent in our language. Rest is rest, no matter what time it is taken at,” Master Christof shrugged.

When we made it home the men stripped me of my outfit. Much like a child, I was put to bed for a nap. Thick blankets were pulled over my body and tucked securely around me. I curled into the covers and was asleep in a matter of moments.

The dreams were back. We were sitting outside in the mountains. The men were sitting around a crackling fire looking at me.

“Why are we here?” Master Christof asked.

“Where is here?” I questioned.

The men explained to me where we were. They pointed out the different places in the rugged terrain. I was curious, so it was a geography lesson.

I woke up to Evan’s smiling face above mine.

“You have strange dreams when you sleep,” he said simply. “We find it quite distracting.”

I was pulled to stand as I woke up. The places they took me in their memories were amazing. It wasn’t necessarily intentional, but I did love it.

Evan pulled me to the closet where his Brothers were standing around. Since we were all dressed already, I didn’t understand.

“You belly dancing outfit will not fit you,” Christof explained.

They had maintained a communication with the shopkeepers that outfitted the slaves. Fredrick had insisted they buy certain items last time he sent them a message. Namely, more chain for my waist and other strange clothing pieces. At the time they had found it odd, but he had insisted they would need it.

“That explains Fredrick’s strong desire to sell us this blue cloth,” I heard Kein say from the closet they kept their clothes in.

The men were worried about what I would wear tonight. They wanted me covered in front of Ronal and his Brothers. Frankly, I was shocked. I was never covered. They only let me wear the belly dancing outfit for fun.

“We dislike their interest in you,” Damien said stiffly, watching Master Kein sort through fabric in the closet. “Apparently some men in the mountains are not like the Warriors in the compound.”

Evan’s face was twisted in a grimace as he remembered Ronal requesting I “entertain them”. Damien’s family had known men with slaves for many turns of the ringed moon. The honorable thing to do was ignore the slave. That’s what Damien and his Brothers always did.

Kein emerged victorious a moment later. In his hands were several swathes of deep blue.

“Fredrick said we would like it, now I see why,” Kein said shaking it out.

It was a wrap around style skirt, the size could be adjusted for my belly by tying it in a different place. In place of the hip scarf several silver coins hung around the edge of the skirt. The waves of blue mimicked my belly dancing outfit. For a top, Master Kein wrapped me in an adherent blue gauze that clung to my curves only partially obscuring them.

It still seemed risque to me, but the men were satisfied.

They stripped me of the new dancing outfit and placed me back in my warm clothes to walk to dinner.

The dining hall was crowded with men now. They didn’t pay my Masters much attention, except one group.

I didn’t look up as boots stopped by our table, but I knew who it was when I heard the voices.

“You are too weak to be her favorites,” the man said. “No one is better at keeping her attention than we are. Soon she will understand what pathetic sniveling creatures you really are and sell your worthless selves.”Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.