A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

Kein came first, probably he was already stimulated from what we’d done. His Brothers followed in rapid sequence with Bane losing the whole contest. None of them felt they’d lost anything, though.

They’d won a certain freedom today. The women could not control them this way. If they felt the urge again, they had an outlet. There was nothing wrong with what I called masturbating. It was markedly exhilarating.

The rags the men had used to catch their seed were all taken to the lavatory and washed. We were all elated at their new found freedom. They felt a measure of control and they liked it.

“Thank you, Ciara,” Master Damien said to me with a grin, “we enjoy the way you see the world.”

I smiled back at him and petted my growing belly. Freedom felt good and I was glad my daughter would have that.

Time passed in the mountains. I had only my five men for company, but they were always present. My thoughts were a constant amalgamation of mine and theirs. It forced us to know each other and compromise on even the littlest thing. As my belly grew, I felt more and more attached to my Warriors.

The six of us grew very close. We experienced each other in ways I’d never dreamed possible. I understood them completely and they understood me.

The dreams were always when we were closest. They saw the world through my eyes and I saw it through theirs. During the day my opinions played into their actions as theirs played into mine. It changed our relationship.

“A slave can be bought and sold,” Master Evan said one night while we sat around the fire in our apartment.

I had been knitting and not really paying attention to them at all. As it was now most days, my attention had been on Nu-reeh’s lessons from the morning. The conversation took me off guard.

“Ciara can’t be sold,” Master Kein said, “ever.”

We all strongly agreed. Selling me would be wrong, because buying and selling anyone was wrong. Sentient beings should not be sold or owned.

It was done and decided. I was not their slave anymore. My men were satisfied.

I fought the collective opinion and I could feel the disconnect causing a headache.

“I am still a slave. You are still my Masters. There is nothing else I can do on this planet. If you don’t claim me, someone else will. I am not strong enough on my own, remember?” I asked.

Their sudden decision had me worried. I knew the reason everyone left me alone was because I was theirs. Without my powerful Masters, I was as good as dead.

“You are not a slave,” Master Evan insisted. “We could never part from you. You are part of us, you are family.”

“Do you want to be a slave?” Master Bane asked incredulous. “I know you don’t. I can’t understand your resistance.”

I breathed deeply and tried to calm my rampaging thoughts.

“If I walk out of that flap,” I said pointing to the main door, “and tell those men I am not owned by Master Damien and his Brothers, what do you think will happen to me?”

“That would be a stupid thing to do,” Master Kein said echoing the thought of everyone in the room.

Yes, he was right. I blinked and tried to focus on why they had to claim me as a slave.

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“We don’t like slavery anymore,” Master Evan said as way of explanation. “You are family, not a slave.”

I put the knitting needles down and tried to make them see reason. “You can tell me that, Master Evan, but you can’t tell anyone else that.”

They considered for a mere moment.

“Fine, you make a valid point,” Master Damien conceded. “Since we do not wish to see you harmed, we will still call you our slave. We will all know you are not a slave, though.”

“Thank you, Master Damien,” I said politely, feeling happy they understood.

“You don’t have to call us Master if it’s just us,” Christof said grinning.

Christof was ecstatic. He was gloating actually. It had taken a long time, but they had finally seen what he saw all along.

“Yes, yes Brother,” Evan sighed, “free things should be left free.”

“Can we still use Ciara?” Kein asked.

They hadn’t thought about that. If I was free I could say no to them, that didn’t seem possible. They knew I loved what they did to me when I wasn’t pregnant. The collective decided I would still have sex with them whenever they wanted, because they brought me pleasure, too.

I sighed and let the thoughts run through my head. A very tiny piece of me knew they had missed the point entirely, but it was a good start. I had to appreciate that they were at least becoming aware.

Christof was not as generous as I was. It should be my choice, just like it should be their choice. That wasn’t the overriding opinion and dissension caused pain. I felt the whispered promise before the idea was buried. We would work on it.

The family walked to the breakfast room the next morning and Damien had the oddest thought. I should be able to look at whatever I wanted. Since I was no longer a slave, the rules did not apply. They were sure I’d like to look around.

“No, no, no,” I whispered fiercely. “These men understand the rules you all have set forth. I don’t look at them and they don’t touch me.”

Christof agreed with me. It would have to be an act, but we had to continue the same way. The rules protected me.

“Not much to look at in these caves, anyway,” Bane said softly.

We walked quietly and I thought about the things I would want to see. There were things I rarely got the chance to look at. I remembered being in the backyard on Earth with one of my nicer uncles. We had laid on blankets and he had taught me the names of the different constellations.

“Stars,” I whispered and they pulled me to the side, “I would like to see the stars again.”

I had occasionally seen the stars through the window in the compound. It wasn’t like I was an astronomer, but I did like to see them. I imagined the sky here would be beautiful, but I was not permitted to look up.

Tonight, the men decided. There was a place they could take me we could go look at the stars. I would have to be dressed warmly because it was an exposed area, but you could see almost the entire sky.

I thanked each of them and kissed their cheeks. Speaking softly, I only called them by their given names. They loved that I didn’t call them Master anymore.

We walked toward the eating hall and my family was satisfied. Some tiny part of me wanted to think what funny men these were, but I couldn’t hold the thought. They were happy and settled, so I was, too.