A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“It is not an unreasonable price,” Master Damien answered.

After the Last group finished with their questions I was told to lay still. I had the sensation of motion as my little floating pad was pulled into the sunlight.

As they pulled me upstairs I thought about what I had done. If more Paterians were interested in humans, more would be kidnapped. If I had been thinking, I would have done things so they wouldn’t want human slaves. The idea upset me. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Tell me, Ciara,” Master Damien said from beside me, as we went up the stairs.

I knew I couldn’t lie to him anymore, not unless I got better at it. A large part of me didn’t want to upset him, for reasons I didn’t clearly understand, but that didn’t mean other humans would want to be enslaved.

“It will make you mad and you won’t understand, Master Damien,” I told him honestly.

The light changed and I figured we were in their rooms

“Open your eyes,” he commanded and pulled me to sit up. “Tell me what you were thinking just then and don’t give me any excuses.”

We were in our rooms upstairs. They had pulled me into the bathroom and were looking at me, waiting.

I took a deep breath, “If I did a good job your cousins will want more human slaves and the slavers will kidnap more women. I Love you, but other women will not want to leave earth,” I pushed out in one breath.

It didn’t strike me I had told them I loved them until I finished my statement. I blushed deeply, but they didn’t seem to notice and pulled me under the spray of the showers.

“You will react to us the way you were trained to, every time,” Master Evan said starting to scrub me off.

“And whether we want Earth slaves or not, they will still be taken.

Master Bane said. “If we do not want them, they just go other places.”

“Although we are curious what you mean when you say the word ‘love’,”

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Master Kein told me. “You are not bonded to us.”

Now I was really blushing furiously, I hadn’t meant to say that.

“It means I like you, Masters, on my planet you didn’t have to be family to those you loved,” I told them.

The men debated as they watched me. That didn’t make any sense to them.

“It means I like you a Lot and I worry about you, Masters,” I clarified wishing I had never had the original thought.

It’s not Like Loving them made any sense anyway. Christof I had loved, but he was not himself anymore. In a way, I saw parts of him in all of them now. Maybe I did love all of them then.

I looked up at them as they talked amongst themselves. If what I felt for them was love, it only went one way. I was just a thing that they bought for pleasure. It would be foolish to think that they cared for me the way I cared for them.

The men seemed oblivious to my inner turmoil, and they accepted the answer finally.