A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

The men were chuckling and smiling at one another. It had been a bet. Bane was currently winning. I gleaned that much from their Little Looks and the comments.

I hated spiders as much as anyone. It wasn’t a particular phobia, I just didn’t Like them. There was absolutely no way I was backing down from this dare, though.

Stepping as proudly as I could off of the chair, I took my seat looking right into the seven remaining eyes. I licked my dry Lips and looked stubbornly up at Bane, who stared incredulously down at me.

“I don’t know how to eat it. Will you help me, please?”

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Evan’s grin broadened and Kein settled in a chair to watch as Bane reached toward the thing and broke a leg off of it. I cringed at the cracking sound, but didn’t move. He used a blade on the table to open the leg and told me I could eat the meat out of it.

I picked up the spiny charred leg gingerly and picked a tiny piece of white meat out. No one moved as I brought it to my lips. I bit down tentatively and then swallowed. It wasn’t bad, so I dug a second chunk out and ate that. The meat was a Little dry, but it had good flavor, sweet almost, but not quite.

Evan spooned up an eye and offered it to me silently. No one was talking now, this was the heart of this bet. I took the eye off the spoon and felt it slip between my Lips. It had a weird texture in my mouth, but when it burst the flavor was amazing, rich and buttery. The center was slippery and chewy, but tasty. I spooned a second and third eye myself.

The men took their seats and we devoured the Scar.

“On Earth we had things like this, but we boiled them,” I told the men as I picked through the shell to get any remaining meat, dismantled and eaten the scar was much less scary.

“I bet the meat in the legs would be better if you boiled them. We also had a melted fat concoction we dipped the boiled meat in.”

Damien stretched his legs out and draped an arm across my shoulder.

“You lost, Brother, pay up.” Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Bane threw his eating implements down and Looked at me with a grin.

“I thought you would not eat it and I would have to force you. We bet on your reaction, Sister and I lost. Damien and Christof stipulated that if they won, you get to pick the prize. You earned it, what do you want?” he asked.

I wasn’t sure and then I was very sure.

The idea was so tempting, but it would make them angry. The devilish smile on my face faded when I thought about how offended they would be. Instead, I told him I wanted a back rub and then Looked down. That was a safe thing to say.

“No, you don’t,” Evan said lifting a my chin with his finger. “There Was something else you thought of. I saw the lie in your eyes before you looked down.”

I shook my head in denial. “I want a back rub.”

Bane called me the nasty name for weakling in their language.

I looked up at him and he was staring at me from across the table. It came out of my mouth before I could stop it.

“Wear the plug in your ass until we go to sleep,” I said quickly.

The room was silent for a moment and I knew I had angered them. It was the wrong thing to say. I looked down and prayed they would forgive my stupidity.