A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

He towered over me and I lost the urge to go almost instantaneously. “We were told humans would need explanations and constant reminders, but you are unbelievable, Ciara. Go into the shower and I will wash your hair, you do enjoy having it don’t you?”

“My hair, Master Evan?” I asked grabbing it and pulling it over my shoulder. “Yes, sir. I really enjoy having my hair,” I stroked a handful of it as he approached me.

“We let you keep it because we wanted you to be happy. If you cannot be agreeable we will have it removed,” he said turning on the water and starting to soap my hair.

“You don’t like hair?” I mumbled as he washed my locks.

They all had hair. I couldn’t figure out what they had against my hair.

“We like our slaves with as little hair as possible. Human slaves seem to be happier when they are allowed to keep theirs. We spoke to the other Warriors about it. Leaving you with yours seemed a small price to pay overall,” he said rinsing me.

My belly was howling it’s need again, but I stood quietly shifting foot to foot. When he was done washing my hair he wrapped it in a cloth a patted the rest of me dry. I was hovering over the pot as soon as he pointed to it.

Remembering my experience with Christof, I faced the wall. It was embarrassing to go with someone watching. I just hummed under my breath and pretended I was alone.

Master Evan soaped and washed me in the shower after I had gone. Once he was done he asked me to lay back across his lap on the little bench. I did as he said, but wondered why. Was he gong to give me another enema?

I felt the oil being rubbed over my pucker and I tried not to flinch. I felt a finger enter me, slowly moving in and out. The stretch got greater and it felt like he was using two fingers. I moaned at the sensations and buried my face against the bench.

Master Evan continued to softly assault me with his hands before slipping something else in my ass. Whatever he used this time was thin like a finger initially and then got wider. I felt stretched to my limit when it narrowed slightly. Master Evan left whatever it was inside of me and stroked my ass with both hands. I felt stretched, but not painful.

“Get up, Ciara,” he said.

Standing up I wiggled a little and got used to the thing in my ass. I tried to reach my hand around to touch it, but a sharp look halted me. I would have asked about it, but I stopped myself. I didn’t want my question be construed as a complaint, which is how it would have sounded.

After Master Evan washed his hands, he looked pointedly at me and played with my hair. He gave me the answer I needed without saying a word, no questions about the plug.

The strange purple cream was put on my skin and rubbed in. I marveled at the soft feel it left behind once the color faded. It was the best moisturizer I’d ever encountered.

Once Evan was done I followed him silently into the kitchen and found my place, now between him and Christof.

“Did it complain, brother?” Master Damien asked as he ate.

“Questions, brother, forever with the questions, but very little complaining. You are learning, aren’t you Ciara?” Master Evan asked me.

“Yes, Master Evan,” I replied taking a bite from between his fingers.

The talk at the table was pleasant and I was distracted from feeling the plug up my ass. I was dying to know how long they were going to leave it in. Obviously, my questions were annoying, so I just figured I’d wait and see. I hoped they would take it out eventually.

After breakfast I was dressed in a panel outfit and my earrings like the day before. There was a pad in the bedroom and I was instructed to kneel. I waited while they all got ready. The plug wasn’t bothering me necessarily; I just wanted to know how long I was going to have to wear it.

I looked mournfully at Master Damien once he was dressed but didn’t say anything. He looked at me like he was waiting for something. The post experience was still forefront in my mind; I didn’t want to go back there. Being shaved bald like Master Evan had threatened sounded awful, too. I just sat quietly.

As we walked outside, Master Damien addressed me, “The General will be giving an announcement today. You are to look at him when he is speaking. You may speak to him if he speaks to you. He has no patience for obnoxious slaves. If you treat him with disrespect, you will get much more than time at the posts. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Master Damien,” I answered him as we made our way downstairs.

The courtyard was a busy place this morning. I kept my eyes on the back of Master Damien’s heels and followed him to a spot. I noticed their mark was on the ground where we were standing. He laid my kneeling place over their mark and they all stood behind me. I knelt down and waited. Except for the shuffling of feet it was quiet; no one was talking.

Using my peripherals, I saw other groups standing around their slave. Only about one third of the groups had a slave. Considering the work they put into having one that made sense. The way they determined I needed to be cared for made having me a full time job.

The General’s booming voice was hard to miss. He was on a tall platform in the middle of the compound. I looked up dutifully at him while he talked. According to him, women from the blue mountains were taking men from the village. He congratulated my Warriors on finding the last shopkeeper they had stolen.

There was talk that sounded like strategy on how they would patrol. I wished I had watched more military shows with my uncles, I might have understood some of what he was saying.

After the talk nobody moved. The General disappeared off the platform, but no one else got up to speak. I snuck a glance over and saw another slave sitting with her hands in her lap and her head down. I did that.

With nothing else to do I inspected the panels the men had put on me. They were white today and bordered in silver blue thread. The stitching around the edges was intricate and detailed, whoever had done this had put time into it. It really was lovely, see through, but lovely.

“So Damien, you and your brothers have acquired an Earth slave then?” I heard from right in front of me.

The General’s boots appeared in my frame of vision and I held my breath. His feet were enormous, the man must be a giant.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“Yes, General we have,” responded Master Damien politely.

“Let me see it,” he said and I froze.

“Ciara, get up,” Master Evan commanded from behind me.

I rose and kept my eyes down. A massive finger lifted my chin until I was looking up at him.

He was a large man with long slightly graying hair and a beard. His face had a nasty series of scars across his cheek. There was no humor in his eyes at all. He appraised me top to bottom.

“Nice to look at, but Earth slaves are hard to train, have you had problems yet?” he asked.

“No, General,” Master Damien said.

I bobbed my head in agreement.

“What is it doing now?” the General asked releasing my chin.

“Ciara, what are you doing?” Master Damien asked.

“I’m agreeing with you, Master Damien. On my planet that meant, ‘yes’,” I stuttered out.

“Interesting, very well then, be sure to keep to the coupling schedule,” he said before moving on.

I sank back down to my resting place and thanked my lucky stars he hadn’t been in the market for a new slave.

After the General’s talk the Warriors stayed in the courtyard to discuss what he had said. I walked when I was told to walk and kneeled when I was told to kneel. The thing was still in my bottom, but it didn’t bother. The way it slid between my ass cheeks it felt like it still had oil on it. I would have thought it would have been dry and sticking to me by now.

Several of the other Warriors we talked to had slaves. I heard a couple notice my earrings and ask Damien about them. Surprisingly the other men seemed to take no other notice of the nearly naked woman walking with Master Damien’s family. I felt almost invisible.

The rest of the day was relaxed. We took our meal upstairs and the men sat around playing a card game. Finally, I had to ask, despite my better judgement.

“Master Damien?” I asked looking at him.

He put his cards down on the table and looked at me. I had been kneeling next to him.

“Yes, Ciara,” he replied raising an eyebrow.

“Sir, how long are you going to leave this thing in my bottom?”

I barely got a chance to finish the question when the room erupted. Everyone was slapping Master Evan on the back.

He got up and pulled me to my feet, dragging me back to the bedroom. My outfit was quickly removed and he pushed me toward the bed. The men filed in watching us, they all seemed to think this was really hilarious. As I watched them, they all start to strip. I had a feeling I knew where this was going.

“We’re going to take it out now, Ciara,” Master Evan said smiling deviously. “Usually we will put it into you in the morning and remove it before we go to the bathhouse in the evening.”

I backed away from him and slid along the side of the bed. I wasn’t sure I wanted to do this right now. Fear started to coil in my belly as they stalked toward me. I stammered out an apology and it was ignored.

Suddenly Master Kein was behind me and grabbed me around the waist. Squealing, I instinctively struggled to get away. Being much stronger than me, he had not trouble holding me still.