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.

Master Evan. Dinah took Master Christof and Tosu took Master Bane.

together, but it was never effective. The women picked the man they wanted and quickly divided him from the group. Here in the mountains the women made no show of allowing men to bind or

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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 mood, which

straddled my friend and her vaginal area literally sucked him in. Within moments the tight heat of her

the women’s anatomy, mostly. Small suckers could be used to drag the penis into the women. Rippling muscle inside the women stimulated the men whether they

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 him as many times as she could this

to fight and fuck, they took them again. My family was tired and hungry when they came back

them, they enjoyed my soft hands gliding over their skin. I avoided touching the places that hurt and they liked that, too. The women always made a point

night still wondering about this strange and bizarre world. Tonight it was dreams of the wide plains Leading to the mountains. I was there as they battled and

came to teach me again in the

time concentrating. Something had happened in the sorting room and all the men were working to fix it. They were frustrated and annoyed, which kept distracting me from my Lesson. The tutors noted it

wore on their shoulders. They were brands that told you not only what family they belonged to, but the small unique marks around the edges