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.

the initial intent was 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

room and returned with five small towels. I sat up and watched him hand

to do it. It was such a temptation, though. It

if it

I said softly and to no one in

and I watched fascinated at their impromptu

was already stimulated from what we’d done. His Brothers followed in rapid sequence with Bane losing the whole contest. None of them felt they’d Lost anything,

way. If they felt the urge

washed. We were all elated at their new found freedom. They felt a measure of control and they

Ciara,” Master Damien said to me with a grin, “we enjoy the way you

and petted my growing belly. Freedom

constant amalgamation of mine and theirs. It forced us to

close. We experienced each other in ways I’d never dreamed possible. I understood them completely