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.

a different way would make them happier. If they continued to fight, there were

men were obviously weaker. According to Master Kein the men were also outnumbered. I couldn’t imagine it would

Masters. When they got too upset their bond was damaged. The men didn’t do well

and have their freedom. Except for Fuji, I didn’t know anyone

at my fake Masters I knew that was true. They lived where and how

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but not all. Binding a creature like either one of us in forced servitude bent our spirit to

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

the thoughts. It was not going to happen. I was weak and they were strong. According to them I could not care for myself. The men believed I needed them. They

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

fake Masters took me inside their dwelling when we got back to the compound. They stripped me and demanded I clean. They sat at their table and counted out the

up 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 turned here and I couldn’t use them to track time. The days