A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“We do not sleep in the daylight,” commented Master Kein.

“Do humans sleep in the day?” Master Christof asked curiously. “You seem to be fading toward sleep.”

“Yes, Master, sometimes, if they are tired,” I answered already falling asleep.

“We will let you rest today,” I heard Master Bane say just before I dropped off.

They let me sleep, but woke me up when the food came. Master Evan carried my groggy body to the table and sat me on his lap to eat. I didn’t make any complaints as they fed me. It was enjoyable just to be able to have a meal without worrying over those stupid flies.

We stayed in for the rest of the day and evening. Master Christof had taken me from Master Evan and put me on the chaise next to the fire where I dozed. They played card games and talked about their next coupling.

I kept getting woken up by tapping at the door. A steady stream of Warriors came to visit. They seemed to have a million reasons to want to see my owners. When it came down to it they were all there to see my tattooed leg.

Master Damien and his brothers were really angry other Warriors were looking at me. Their agitation was thick in the air.

“It is ill. It cannot walk. I can’t tolerate having this disgrace over us,” Master Damien fumed.

My foot had been rewrapped after my shower and I looked down at it. I wiggled my toes and noted the pain was much better. Experimentally, I lay it on the ground and put a little weight on it.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“Ciara,” Master Damien growled at me, “what are you doing?”

I froze and looked up at him, “It didn’t hurt and I was just testing…” the look on his face made me stop talking.

“We will tell you when it is well enough to walk on,” Master Bane explained coming over and putting my leg back where it had been.

I looked quizzically at them, but didn’t say anything.

“Ciara,” Master Christof explained watching my face, “it is very evident to us you cannot tell when you are injured.” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

I started to speak and then stopped. Arguing with them was a bad idea.

“Yes, Masters,” I said instead.

“One half day in the village,” Master Kein said irritably, “and the Warriors on patrol tell us there are bloody tracks all over the area. The slave is bleeding.”

My mouth was running before I thought about it, “I stepped on a rock and cut myself Master Kein. It wasn’t my fault.”

“How did you survive on Earth, Ciara?” Master Bane asked incredulously.

“There was still rock in the wound when the Healers cleaned and stitched it. You are completely unable to care for yourself.”

“Be forewarned,” Master Damien said looking straight at me, “we will not leave you in the village again. You are too weak for the village and we cannot control the circumstance. We will use the lash next time we need to discipline you. We will allow you to suffer until you have learned, do you understand me?”

“Yes, Master Damien,” I answered huddling on the chaise.