A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Fighting was useless, but I struggled anyway and it made them wild. I forced Evan to pick me up and take me to the bed. In some futile effort to resist, I even screamed at them.

A soft knot rope was forced between my Lips and I felt it tied at the back of my head. I could still grunt and make noise, but intelligible sound was Limited.

“We will remove it when you learn to behave,” Damien told me gently. The more I squirmed on the bed the more they held me. It was familiar sensation of being bond by the pressure of their hands and I relaxed. This I was used to. Once my struggles stopped the true binding began.

Kein had paid most close attention to the cousins that taught this to them. The men had described ways they had seen unruly slaves bound and displayed in the yard. While Damien and his Brothers never planned to leave me out in a common area Like that, they wanted to try it at home.

Damien and Evan held my arms down as Christof and Bane held my legs. Kein worked slowly and deftly wrapping me in the rope. Everything Kein did felt careful and practiced. I found his certainty in his movements reassuring.

I’d seen my uncles magazines with women bound this way. It was not something I felt I’d ever experience. There had never been anyone I trusted enough to do this to me, before now. Hands lovingly stroked me as I realized how much I trusted Damien and his Brothers. If they wished to bind and tease me, there was nothing to fear. I was safe with them.

Damien had seen my thoughts and the understanding in them. He reached down to release the rope from my mouth. A finger stroked across my Lips enjoying the soft feel of them. He loved my mouth and only enjoyed seeing it stuffed with one thing.

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knees were bent and pulled up, so the rope could be moved around my lower legs. Loop after loop was applied securing me, but never so tight as to cut off blood flow. My bent and spread legs were tied to the frame of the bed, so I had no chance of

me go. He failed to understand the temptation to test

as their cousins had explained making the breasts and nipples stand out. That

my back. The leather of his pants rubbed my exposed feminine folds and I shuddered at the sensation. My hips raised to brush against him again and he allowed it,

his arms and knees he

privilege I am leaving your hips enough freedom to move,” he said softly. “If

my mind, drawn images their cousins had shown them. Human women in such complicated bondage they couldn’t move a muscle. What Kein had planned was much gentler than that. He just wanted to see me restrained, but if I insisted on pressing my

pressure. It wasn’t necessarily painful, but it made them start to

was ratcheted up several notches. I’d never felt such stimulation. It was Like I could feel every ridge and bump on Evan’s tongue. Just as

learn,” Evan whispered in my ear

up my arms until they were held to the center pole in the bed. Kein made everything firm, but not too firm. I just felt

large rounded