A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

My men had no interest in healing others just for the sake of it. My opinion was it had been a nice challenge, but I didn’t push it. Damien and his Brothers’ opinion was set and strong, fighting about it would make us all uncomfortable.

Nu-reeh turned to look at me and I stayed silent. She started to walk again and we followed dutifully.

“Eight days worth of ore from their mines is what their women paid me for bringing them back,” she said as we walked the silent halls, “and, a second eight for doing it so quickly.”

Christof knew the mines better than anyone, that was an enormous sum. Rue and his Brothers must be valuable to their women. Pity, it would limit our ability to punish them for what they did to Ciara.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“You will be rewarded by suffering less strokes of the lash tomorrow,” Nu-reeh informed us as she left us standing outside our leather flap.

“Thank you, Mistress,” we replied dutifully.

We went inside and my men flopped down across the various chairs in the sitting area. I looked uncertainly at them. Kneeling was difficult and not comfortable.

“Come sit with me, Ciara,” Master Evan offered.

I sat next to him on the long chaise and we held hands as the group relaxed.

“Thank you,” I said softly to Evan.

Sitting on the furniture was nice, I definitely preferred it. Except Christof, everyone seemed surprised at the opinion, but happy to have found something I liked. Christof had always thought I should use the furniture. It made me so pleased and they wanted to keep seeing me feel this way. This was something simple they could give me.

Our minds hummed in comfortable synchrony. There was no more dissension in anyone’s thoughts. We were together and happy.

I yawned loudly and Master Evan smoothed my hair. They’d worn me out earlier. If they finished what we had started earlier, I would be too tired to enjoy it. That did not particularly bother them, no one felt denied.

“It is time for sleeping,” Master Damien announced rising and stretching.

We crawled into bed as a group perfectly content to rest and I dropped off to sleep.

*******

“Where are we?” Christof asked looking around the large crowded auditorium.

It was the school near the motel. This was a branch campus to the local community college. I had planned to attend the next semester’s courses.

“Again with the dreams, Ciara?” Damien questioned leaning his tall frame against a desk beside us.

I felt rushed and frantic. My pen was buried in the bottom of my bag and I’d never find it in time to take the test. The paper I was supposed to be filling out kept disappearing off the desk. Failure was imminent if I didn’t find a pen and hang onto the paper.

“Ciara,” Master Kein said standing in front of me, “this is a dream. There is nothing to do. Tell us where this is.”

I wanted to stay anxious and fret, but it wasn’t possible. My men didn’t feel anxiety in this situation, just curiosity.

“School, community college, to be exact,” I said looking around. “I had planned to apply to take classes the next semester. If I got a degree, I could get a better job,” I explained. “I wanted to teach,” I told them as they walked around the auditorium.

I’d visited the local community college several times. In my room at the motel I had my application all filled out. I had been figuring out how to work the financial aid the state offered. It was complicated, but this would have been my road to a better life.

The anger welled up surprisingly fast and I couldn’t hide it. This dream had been ripped from me, just like everything else. I would never be able to do anything like this. I was taken and trapped on a world of monsters now.

Damien didn’t understand. My anger was misdirected, he believed. They took good care of me. I had done a horrible job of looking after myself. He shuddered remembering my hands.

“It would have gotten better!” I screamed at him in the dream. “I was going to make it better. It was my life, mine!”

All the barriers to such an outburst existed in my conscious mind and that was not present in dreams. The anger rolled through me and I wanted to escape them. I hated what they had done to me.

In the dream I ran through the halls of the school and onto the road. I ran as far as I could, but I could not escape them. When I turned to look they were always merely a step behind.

I woke up shaking and crying. Not since the first night had I let myself feel this. The sense of loss was too great and I crumbled beneath it. Moving quickly I went into the bathing room and sat cross legged on the floor to cry alone.

I cradled my pregnant belly and prayed for my child. Her life would be free, I hoped.

Christof came to get me. He had persuaded the other men to let me be for a moment.

“Come lay on the bed,” he soothed. “You will feel better closer to us.”

I shook my head ‘no’. I wanted to be alone to grieve for what I had lost. Being right next to my owners wasn’t going to make me feel any better. Closing my eyes with my arms wrapped around my stomach I sat and sobbed.

Warmth settled on my other side and I opened my eyes.

“May I please be alone, Masters?” I asked the five men now sitting in the bathing room on the floor around me.

“No,” Master Bane said simply leaning against the wall. “We suffer this together.”

Master Evan stretched out on his back and lay his head on my lap closing his eyes. It was such a temptation to stroke him when he lay there, I don’t know why. My fingers ran across his forehead and he smiled.

“We understand this feeling, Ciara,” Master Damien said simply.

They really did understand, in a way. Once they had been free, at least in their minds. Now they were bound to a powerful Mistress. She determined everything about their lives, because they could not resist her strength. It was much the same for me.

The bond hurt when I held myself apart from them. My head ached and I felt a little nauseated. The disagreement brought me pain. Feeling like I had been was not healthy for me. Tucking the anger far away I allowed their thoughts to flood into me.

They were right, I did feel better now that they were close. I took comfort from their presence. The tears slowly dried as we sat there.

The floor was cold and hard, not an ideal place to sit. When I finally came to that conclusion Master Evan lifted off of me and Christof picked me up. They walked with me cradled in Christof’s arms back to the bed and laid me down.

Damien lay in front of me and he watched me intensely. I had yelled at him and argued with him in the dream. He hadn’t liked it and was frankly irritated with me.

“I’m sorry, Damien,” I told him.

He smiled and brushed his lips to mine. I was forgiven. Damien had no desire to stay upset.

I had’t meant to show them my anger. It was something I hid. Rightful indignation had no place here, I knew that. The discomfort it had brought proved it. It was a weakness I could not allow.

Christof curled against my back, warming where I had been sitting on the floor. The others did not totally understand how I felt, Christof understood and had no anger about it. In the back of his mind he still held the same opinion, free creatures should be left free. Strength was not a reason to dominate someone else completely.