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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rope could be moved around my lower legs. Loop after loop was applied securing me, but never so tight as to cut off blood

at my arms held above my head and watched Damien’s eyebrow raise. I knew I couldn’t get loose and they weren’t letting me go. He failed to understand

their cousins had explained making the breasts and nipples stand out. That was what he was

under my back. The leather of his pants rubbed my exposed feminine folds

his arms and knees he placed his mouth next to my

move,” he said

they couldn’t move a muscle. What Kein had planned was much gentler

steadily applying pressure. It wasn’t necessarily painful, but it made

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

learn,” Evan whispered in my

center pole in the bed. Kein made everything firm, but

watching the large rounded orbs that now literally stood on my