A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“Evan has determined it is the same chemical the women use to mark us,”

Master Christof said absently.

“Tell me, Ciara,” Master Damien commanded. “How did you avoid the fleint before we arrived?”

I told him I had felt them brushing my legs. They didn’t understood floating, so I explained laying still and flat in the water. iow did you find me, Masters?” I asked.

“You don’t Listen, Ciara,” Master Evan said, “I already warned you I have a sense for creatures I have tasted. I followed my sense to you.

We heard the scream and saw your bubbles rise from the water. We went down to find you,” he finished stroking my arm.

I thanked him, kissing his hand. They made me thank all of them individually, which I did.

“I breathed the water, Masters. How did you fix that?” I wondered out loud.

“You screamed about worms in your sleep. We assumed it was the creature I put in your mouth. It went deep into you and pulled out the water, pumping in air. They are quite useful. The Fishers that took us to find you had one they allowed us to use,” Master Kein answered.

Master Damien picked me up and moved me into the showers indicating an end to my questions.

“We haven’t been able to get you near water in two cycles, Ciara,” he explained setting me on the floor This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

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My leg hurt too much to stand on, so he let me sit. Master Evan helped him and they washed me head to toe. I fought when they tried to wash my right leg, so the other men came and held me as Master

Evan cleaned it.

The leg was so sensitive it felt like they were washing me with needles.

Once I was dry they laid me back in the bed. ALL the attention to my leg had made it throb. I whimpered as they pulled a thin blanket over it and Master Christof looked curiously at me. He Left the room and returned with the foul smelling goop. He put a generous portion across my chest.

The effects of the stuff was nearly instantaneous. I relaxed and watched the men crawl into bed around me. It didn’t take long for sleep to take me again.

I wasn’t sent back to the Keepers the next day or the day after. My owners barely allowed me out of bed. Healers came to see me and marveled over my leg. Living through the attack of a fleint was quite a feat. They congratulated my owners on my continued survival.

As the swelling went down and the chewed on look got better the leg took on an exotic appearance. The marks started on the bottom of my foot and ran to just under my knee. Two parallel lines of deep black ran around my leg about 5 inches apart. Between them was an intricate swirling of lines and circles. Just under my knee it looked like the head of a snake, as the parallel lines got wider and semicircular.

I had my own group of Keepers that watched me during the day. They barely let me turn over on the bed by myself. One of them watched me at all times. If I slept one of them would sit by the bed and stare at me.

It was Like they expected me to jump out the window if I got a chance.

The second day the Keepers closed the leather door to the bedroom and I heard knocking around in the main room. They wouldn’t tell me what was going on out there. I peaked out after they opened it

back up. We must be expecting company, there were more chairs and the table was expanded.

My owners arrived home early that night. They didn’t go to the bathhouse, but instead showered in their quarters. They washed me head to toe. My leg had mostly stopped hurting, so I didn’t fuss when they washed that.

They dressed themselves in crisp linen shirts and new looking Leather pants. I even noticed Master Christof shined his shoes. Stupid me, I should have known who was coming.

The General and his brothers arrived at dinner time. After the food was delivered and set up on the table, Master Damien carried me out of the bedroom. He laid me on a floating pad in the middle of the main room.