A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I blanched and gagged. “What did I do, Masters?” I panicked.

“Not you, Ciara, we already told you we were pleased with you. The slave that ate the worms. It is being punished in the courtyard,”

Master Evan said rising.

The men dressed me in my panels and after glancing at my chest they put the covers over my breasts. I glanced down and saw what they did.

Despite the healing cream my nipples were red and puffy. They looked like they had suffered too much attention very recently.

It was near dusk and the yard was lit with torches. A warm breeze was blowing intermittently and lots of men were outside. Everyone seemed happy and relaxed after the last couple of days.

We walked down the steps to the courtyard and I hoped it wouldn’t be too bad. I wondered if I would have to look. I did remember the one horrible time I’d been at the posts, I had seen slaves Looking up at me then. My owners would probably make me witness whatever they had done to Fuji.

The men stopped suddenly and I watched the backs of Master Damien’s boots.

“Ciara, Look up and tell us if you would wish this to happen to you,”

Master Bane ordered.

I steeled myself for the worst sight imaginable. My fists clenched in anticipation at my sides. Taking a big breath I looked up at what they had done to my friend.

Fuji looked miserable, but otherwise fine. She was up on the platform dressed in an ill fitting white dress that fell past her knees. One ankle bound her to a post. She stood silently shaking with her eyes closed.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

My owners Looked at me and I looked at them. If the question was, did I wish to wear clothes again, the answer was yes. Somehow I doubted that was the point of this exercise. I opted for being honest, because this didn’t look Like punishment to me.

“I don’t understand,” I told them.

Master Evan snickered and Master Damien raised an eyebrow. arth slaves aren’t very observant are they?” Master Kein asked.

“Perhaps the slave doesn’t like our decoration,” Master Bane commented touching the cuff on my wrist. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Ciara has demonstrated it likes our symbol. We all remember the village,” Master Christof said as though reminding them.

I looked back up at Fuji and kind of understood. She wasn’t wearing a collar or cuffs to show ownership. Her leg was bound to the post by a simple leather strap. Upon closer inspection the ill fitting dress was just a man’s shirt.

My hand stroked the line of my collar and I remembered the horror that happened to me when it wasn’t present.

“I like your symbol, Masters, and I appreciate the protection the collar gives me,” I said solemnly.

Fujits outfit just didn’t make any sense. What was the purpose of dressing her? I would love to be dressed.

“It loses something when you have to tell them,” Master Evan said sounding grumpy.

Apparently, I should be horrified by the sight in front of me. No one was touching her or hurting her. Maybe that came later, that would have horrified me.