A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“Ciara,” Master Damien scolded looking askance at me. “That was an embarrassingly Light punishment and we are not weak men. Stop with this line of thinking.”

We arrived back at our quarters and my men cleaned and wrapped their wounds. I tried to help, but they had done this before and knew what to do for one another. They pecked me on the lips and made their way to the mating chamber in good humor

Despite the irritation the men had at the thought, I still believed that they were strange creatures. The pain didn’t even phase them. They barely acknowledged it, yet they would rather die than Live without even one Brother.

“We’re tough,” Master Bane had argued.

“Not easily undone,“ Master Evan had informed me.

Strange nonetheless, I still thought.

That afternoon I sat in our apartment and experienced my men mating with the women. Since I didn’t have anyone talking to me, I was forced to really feel what my men went through.

Evan. Dinah took Master Christof and Tosu took Master Bane. It was violent, erotic, and all

the group. Here in the mountains the women made no show of allowing men to

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and let the women mount them. That is how the men were always taken, unless the women felt kind. If the women were in a good

by the aggression today, but an erection was pulled from him anyway. Dinah straddled my friend

could be used to drag the penis into the women. Rippling muscle inside the women stimulated the men whether they wanted it

resist the women, except Christof. His prior impotence in the face of his stress had been unheard of. Since he was functional again the women took him like he was a rare treat that might dry up at any time. Dinah would drain

chosen men and then released them. When they were ready to fight and fuck, they took them again. My family was

touching the places that hurt and they liked that, too. The women always made a point to dig into their sensitive spots. This was a small joy they had longed for in the many

the wide plains Leading to the mountains. I was there

to teach me

all the men were working to fix it. They were frustrated

today, family names specifically. By the time my tutors left I understood the marks men wore on their shoulders. They were brands that told you not only what