A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

The other girls were dying to know why Christof took me outside. I lied and told them he had wanted to have sex.

“He wanted sex out of doors?” Rose asked suspiciously. “They hate that. They all hate that, I thought. He really is strange,” she mused All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

I hadn’t known that would be a mistake and asked her why they didn’t like sex outside, normally.

“The way the women take them is not comfortable for them. They like to use us privately in their places for resting, where everything is comfortable,” she answered.

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I didn’t talk to her anymore about it. My gut instinct told me what Christof and I did at Lunch didn’t usually happen. It was best to keep it a secret.

After lunch I had to pee, really bad. Fuji told me to go tell the Keepers. I wasn’t permitted to go by myself. Much Like at my new home I was watched and cleaned, it was weird.

I was distracted from the strangeness of it all by our after Lunch activity. The Keepers took us outside the back of the compound. We walked through sand and I was thrilled to see water in front of us. The sea, much like the sky was a shade of bluish purple. The Keeper’s compound sat right on the shore.

We were in a protected alcove with rock walls almost encircling a little bay. The beach was beautiful, it was a Light coral color. The sand felt Like sand at home. Little waves broke on the beach. I almost ran into the water with my outfit still on, Fuji stopped me.

“You have to get permission from the Keepers to be in the water and they will take off your panels. Your owners will get mad if it gets dirty,” she said pulling me back.

I went and asked the Keepers and they said I was allowed to swim. My owners had permitted it. They took my little outfit off of me and placed it to the side.

When they undressed me I had tried to help them and they looked at me like I was strange. Despite my discomfort of sitting around nude with my new friends, I raged at the other women that I could take care of myself. Rose Laughed at me.

“It takes some getting used to,” she said, “but this is the way they look at it. You can’t do anything for yourself. It stems from the experience with their earliest slaves. They bought the ones that fought them, but broke them. They treated slaves horribly and the slaves Lost the will to live. If they didn’t do everything for them after they were broken they died faster.”

I shuddered and she continued, “The Paterians got competitive about keeping slaves alive. Eventually they figured out the slaves that were given less pain and more pleasure did better. They also learned the better they cared for their slaves the better they did. It became a sign of the men’s training and ability to keep a healthy slave. The end result is you get treated like a prized pet.”

I listened with interest, but was dying to get in the water. Rose shooed me and I ran to the shore, dipping my toes in the ocean. The water was cool, but not bad. Wading out into waist deep water I swam around. The water got deeper toward where the inlet was. I dove down and inspected the rocky shelves.

All of the sudden I came across a barrier. I reached out and touched it. It was a large metal grate that covered the opening to the inlet.

It ended right at the water line. The grates weren’t small, but I couldn’t get through them. Little barnacle like creatures covered the metal from top to bottom.

Swimming to the other side of the inlet under water I found a place where the grate was open. It looked like it must have gotten broken by something. There was a hole large enough for me to fit through.

Surfacing, I looked back at the shore. The Keepers were busy with the other girls, no one was watching me.

Feeling wicked, I slipped through the grate and explored the ocean outside the inlet. I surfaced just long enough for air. Not wanting to get caught I slipped back through the grate. Making a note, I decided I’d have to do that again. I swam around until I was called in by the Keepers.

Much like kindergarden we were picked up at a specified time. A little bell rang and we all went into the courtyard and kneeled on our pads waiting. The Warriors came in and picked up their slaves, sometimes stopping and talking to the Keepers.

No one came for me. I waited a long time after everyone else was gone, I thought I might have been left. Perhaps Christof had repeated what I had said and it had made them angry. I jumped when boots appeared before me

“Get up, slave,” Master Evan said towering over my kneeling frame.

I hadn’t heard his approach. Looking up all my owners were standing there glaring at me, except Christof who Looked amused.