A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“You could pleasure yourselves with your hands,” I said hopefully, “or I could pleasure you with my hand.”

That would be unheard of. A man’s seed must be deposited in a living vessel. Anything Less would be a terrible insult. Their essence should only be left somewhere alive.

The collective opinion clashed with my own and Christof gasped at my take on the matter.

“It is a form of control,” he said softly while rising to pace the floor. “We could make our own release, but the women want us to depend on them for it.”

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Damien started to understand and slowly they all did. The women force them to look forward to the horrible couplings by making sure they didn’t get relief any other way. Damien and his Brothers had never looked at it like that.

A strange memory occurred to me. My uncles had used socks and towels to clean up the resulting mess when the pleasured themselves. The women just didn’t want the men using their seed Like that.

to only allow sex with women. The slaves in the compound were obviously an appeasement for overanxious Warriors who would not wait. Slaves kept men on the compound and away from the mountains. The only other option was going to forced

with five small towels. I sat up and watched him hand them out. Everyone was excited and perplexed about doing

been told this was wrong and never encouraged to do it. It was such a temptation,

knew they’d feel better if it seemed more familiar

one to finish wins,” I said softly and to no one in

this before and took the dare first. The others followed suit and I watched fascinated at their impromptu circle jerk. They

we’d done. His Brothers followed in rapid sequence with Bane losing the whole contest. None of them

a certain freedom today. The women could not control them this way. If they felt the urge again, they had an outlet. There was nothing wrong with what

to the lavatory and washed. We were

said to me with a grin, “we

back at him and petted my growing belly. Freedom felt good and

mountains. I had only my five men for company, but they were always present. My thoughts were a constant amalgamation of mine and theirs. It forced us to know each other and compromise on even the littlest thing. As my belly grew, I felt more and more attached to my

experienced each other in ways I’d never