A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“She fought us, Gunth,” the men tried to explain. “She refused to come with us and lashed out with….her tail. We did not want

her to hurt herself and we thought if we could just get her here…”

The man, Gunth, just ignored our rescuers and eased Fuji out of the last of her binding. He was a powerful looking man and

slightly graying. Even in this dim Light I saw his prominent stripes. The men present all seemed to defer to him.

The men on the transport continued to talk about how Fuji resisted. They had not meant to hurt her. Obviously Gunth’s opinion

was very important to everyone present.

“Looks terrifying,” the man named Gunth said caustically while picking up Fuji and cradling her, “tiny thing like this and you

idiots-“

The man’s rant was cut short as Fuji screamed and bounded out of his arms. When she wanted to be, Fuji was fast. She moved

between the men, intent on the area behind their camp. Rose and I followed and were shocked at what we saw.

Damien’s family, Basin’s family, and Stayne’s family all sat, bound hand and foot. Fuji got to Stayne’s side and screamed in her native language. That wicked tail whipped around and the sharp tip cut through the bindings on her owners.

“Release our friends, Fuji,” Stayne growled as he jumped to his feet. The men around us gasped in obvious fascination as Fuji‘s tail made short work of whatever was holding our men. Rose and I used their confusion to move quickly beside our respective families.

“Almost nothing can break stike rope,” I heard Thom’s amazed voice say.

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“The knives we use to cut it are made out of a rack’s claw…”

Damien’s family and Basin’s family rose to their feet and faced the other men. Their shirts were torn and all of them looked bloody. Rose and I were quickly pushed to stand behind them.

Fuji’s tail whipped furiously around, but one of her owners forced her back behind them. Her tail never stopped moving though.

“What are you doing with the women?” the man named Gunth demanded to know.

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Damien’s voice sounded furious. “We discussed our difference of opinion earlier and the debate became physical. None of us wish to see our weakest family members involved in a brawl.”

Gunth made a sound in his throat as did the other men present.

“Family!” Gunth said angrily.

“How exactly do you see things. You take and abuse these small, soft creatures excusing it as ‘family’? You make no sense.”

“We do not abuse-” Basin started to say and he was cut off.

Gunth clenched his fist and his teeth grew, “I have Lived free my whole life, boy, so don’t mistake me for stupid. I know what you

do to slaves. Little things can’t shit without your permission. Those women are free now and I don’t Like seeing them pushed

around. Allow them to stand where they wish. Your ways are not permitted here and they won’t be tolerated.”

Damien’s voice was low and forceful. “Cousins you have brawled with us once already today. The women would be destroyed if

they were caught up in that. Their bones are fragile and their skin is weak. We fear you will fight us again and put these females

in danger.”

Gunth and Damien stared hard at one another for many moments before Gunth’s stature relaxed.

“You battled us because you did not wish your friends there,” Gunth motioned to Stayne’s family, “to be brought with us. It is not a

point of discussion. Several of their female breeders are part of the resistance. They will not allow their male offspring to stay at

the compound. It will not be safe for the family there. Once you all were taken the women might have demanded answers from

them.”