A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“You are right, Ciara,” he said sounding pleased. “You always wear our mark. Whether you have a collar or not, you may look at us.”

I looked up at the men and smiled. My hand drifted to the motif that sat so strange and proud on my stomach. No matter what, I was theirs.

It pleased me to know they had finally realized that.

Unlike my fake Masters, my real Masters did not Leave me once I was stripped. They waited with me beside the fire until the other men arrived.

The men greeted each other and Master Damien gave my fake Masters a large bag of the stones as payment. They talked briefly before I was put back into my green and gold outfit. After I was ornamented entirely, my fake Masters wrapped me in two brown Layers. Once all was ready, we Loaded on the transport. I snuck a last Look at Master Damien and his Brothers; it had to be enough to sustain me for who knew how long.

We flew home and I stared out over the distance. The men that surrounded me acted Like I wasn’t even present. They talked about which women they had liked the most and the places they would return next time. As they talked, I thought about Master Damien and his Brothers.

right mindset. Perhaps thinking of things a different way would make

women would kill them. The men were obviously weaker. According to Master

for my Masters. When they got too upset their bond was damaged. The men didn’t do well when they weren’t connected to one another. If they were left

have their freedom. Except for Fuji, I didn’t know anyone that wanted to be owned and controlled. Freedom seemed to be the keystone of

my fake Masters I knew that was true. They lived where and how they were told to

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a creature like either one of us in forced servitude

I wondered. Why couldn’t Master Damien and his Brothers see

strong. According to them I could not care for myself. The men believed I needed

we made it back to the compound I had chased the foolish dreams from my head. Wishing would only depress me, best to focus on the good things I had when I had them. Life would

me and demanded I clean. They sat at their

my mind to count the day cycles this time. I wanted to know what the length of time was between my meetings with my real Masters. I didn’t understand how the different moons