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.

my owners the right mindset. Perhaps thinking of things a different way would make them happier. If they continued to fight, there were

women would kill them. The men were obviously weaker. According to Master Kein the men were also outnumbered. I couldn’t imagine it would be much

Masters. When they got too upset their bond was damaged. The men didn’t do well when they weren’t connected to one

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 happiness for

was true. They lived where

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Binding a creature like either one of us in

couldn’t the women see that? I wondered. Why couldn’t Master Damien and his Brothers

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 would never see it the

made it back to the compound I had chased the foolish dreams from my head. Wishing would only depress me,

They stripped me and demanded I clean. They sat at their table and counted out the stones Damien had given them. As I washed the apartment they earmarked

was between my meetings with my real Masters.