A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“Give me the slave,” I heard him say and my heart dropped.

Master Bane stepped us out of the water and set me on my feet. ‘Might as well get it over with’, I thought to myself and took four confident strides up to the colossal man in front of me.

The General examined my neck and passed his hands over my breasts. My light skin had already started to blacken where they had abused me. I Saw a thin line of blood dribbling down the inside of my thigh. The General saw it, too and made an irritated sound.

In what I considered a shocking move he put an arm around me as he addressed Master Damien. “Andre is yours to deal with as you see fit.

No Warrior will ever touch another’s slave without their permission.”

The Warriors let out a deafening yell. I took a chance to glance quickly at Andre and I thought he might have paled just a little. Not wanting to get caught I Looked back at the ground and had to stifle a smile. Asshole deserved it.

The General had his finger under my chin and caught the smile. “Follow me, slave,” he commanded turning on his heel.

I glanced back hesitantly at Master Damien, but followed the General obediently.

My heart was pounding in my chest as be passed through the courtyard and up a wide set of steps. We entered into an opulent Living area with a large fire burning. Four mammoth graying men sat around the fire and glanced up when we came in.

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“What was the commotion, brother?” one of them asked glancing at me.

I looked curiously at him and then cursed myself. Master Damien would be so angry if he knew I had looked at these other men.

The General spoke when he saw me look down. “My brothers are safe to look at and speak to, slave. We are Master of everything in this compound,” he said leaving the room.

When he returned he told the other men what had happened in the bathhouse. They chuckled and said it was about time. Apparently Andre had been trying to pick a fight with Master Damien for ages.

“Perhaps this will encourage the Administrators to finally take care of this,” one man said. “They cause trouble in the compound. The other men are agitated. This cannot be left to continue.”

Nobody seemed to notice me standing and dripping on their floor. For safety’s sake I continued to examine the tile under my feet.

“Hersham,” the General addressed one of the men in the room, “you know the human slave’s needs. You were always attentive to those lessons, take care of this before Damien comes.”

I jumped when one of the men wrapped me in a soft cloth and led me into the sitting room. In front of the fire, he dried me completely with soft pats. The other men made a sound of disapproval when he dried the blood from inside my thighs. The General watched his brother impassively from the side.

The large man that had me sitting on his lap must be Hersham. He had a small tub of cream like the one my Masters used. He covered my neck in the stuff, rubbing it in to the sore spots until they didn’t hurt.

I was bruised everywhere and sought not to flinch as this man touched me. Equal attention was paid to each breast and each bruise. Using a hand he opened my legs and put the cream everywhere ‘down there’ including inside me. By the end of his treatment, I was blushing profusely.

“I wonder how Andre is faring?” one of them asked. “An enraged Damien is a sight to see, much like you as a young Warrior,” he said nodding to the General.

“Perhaps we should go take a look,” the General said rising from his chair and moving to the other side of the room. He opened up a curtain and let out a chuckle.

“Ah, would you like to see your Warriors in action, slave?” he asked me. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

I nodded my head and felt drawn to the window. Peering out from around the General’s shoulder, it took a minute for the scene to register.