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 slaves in the compound were obviously an appeasement for overanxious Warriors

to the bathing room and returned with five small towels. I sat up and watched

it. It was such a temptation, though.

if it

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

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

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

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

rags the men had used to catch their seed were all taken to the lavatory and washed. We were all elated at their new found freedom.

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

petted my growing belly. Freedom

my five men for company, but they were always present. My thoughts were a constant amalgamation of mine and theirs. It forced us

in ways I’d never dreamed possible. I understood them completely and they