A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“Come for my Brother,” he ordered quietly.

“We don’t think you are done yet.”

It was a long time later that they finally let me up. My female body had Long been primed for orgasm, especially with them. They wrung every bit of that from me. I barely remembered being cleaned up and the dinner we had afterward. My men had exhausted me.

The days became a pattern and I got used to it. In the morning I worked with Rose, in the afternoon we swam, and then talked. I used that time to come to terms with this life. At night, my family took me to the training grounds.

The men enjoyed the physical exercise. They bound my breast and we’d run the perimeter of the ground. Usually we worked on the slow motion stances and I used the fake sword. Some days we worked on precision and I swung my piece of wood at a target to practice actual sword play.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

The young family we’d met the first night continued to come and work with us. Their confidence in dealing Damien and his Brothers grew. Although they’d obviously started this as a dare, they seemed to enjoy conversing with my family. It had originally been curiosity that brought them to us. It was interacting with Damien and his Brothers that kept them coming back.

At first, I noted that my family just made friendly small talk with the boys. Soon Damien and his Brothers began to really get to know them. Obviously they had a Lot in common, but here the different ranks of age rarely conversed with one another. No one knew why. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

One night the boys helped Bane teach me to wrestle. Obviously, only my family would be wrestling with me, but the younger men demonstrated. They stripped down and showed off the moves they knew.

“Come,” Bane encouraged as one of the smaller boys held his Brother down, “look at the placement of the hands,” he explained.

“Aryn cannot rise with Tyson holding him like this. All the force is here and here.”

I nodded and Looked at the two boys straining against each other on the ground. Bane was right. The smaller boy, Tyson, had the larger boy, Aryn, trapped beneath him. Tyson had Aryn’s arm twisted so the Larger boy could not rise without harming his own shoulder.

There was no way I’d be able to hold a man like that, but I paid attention to every detail of the hold. Bane made me crouch down and really look at them. My eyes lingered over Aryn’s family mark and I suddenly jumped back with a hand over my mouth. No wonder the boy looked so familiar.

The boys released each other and stood when I backed away from them. They looked concerned. My reactions always seemed to throw them off guard. I was special to Damien and his Brothers and they just weren’t sure how to take me.

Damien was in my face a second later with Christof right behind him.

“What is wrong?” Damien demanded.

“Did they frighten you? They will not harm you Ciara. They did not move when you were near. We will protect you.”

“That isn’t frightened,” Christof said watching me closely. “That is surprised.”

“I don’t think…” I trailed off.

“I can’t tell you here,” I said pleadingly.

Damien wouldn’t hear of it. He put his ear to my Lips and demanded the secret right now.

The shock reverberated through all of them when I spoke.

“Aryn is Bane’s offspring,” I said softly. “Look at his shoulder, Damien. Your mark is there along with Bane’s number.”