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.

I sat on the couch and Nu-reeh took 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

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absolutely controlled the mating. They fought viciously with the men until they had them flat on their backs on the cold stone floor. Once the men were down, they had to stay still and let the women mount them. That is how the men were always taken, unless the women felt kind. If

pulled from him anyway. Dinah straddled my friend and her vaginal area literally sucked him in. Within

used to drag the penis into the women. Rippling muscle inside the women stimulated the men whether they

in the face of his stress had been unheard of. Since he was functional again the women took him like

The women mated their chosen men and then released them. When they were ready to fight and fuck, they took them again. My family was tired and hungry when they came

places that hurt and they liked that, too. The women always made a point to dig

and bizarre world. Tonight it was dreams of the wide plains Leading to the mountains. I was there as they battled and subdued the bandits that roamed

came to teach

the sorting room and all the men were working to fix it. They were frustrated and annoyed, which kept distracting me from

left I understood the marks men 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 told you