A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Not for the first time on this planet, I made up my mind I would be happy. There was no point in dwelling over what might happen. In order to survive I just had to make these new men pleased.

My second owners were so different from the men I was used to. My first owners had been exuberant and boisterous. These men just seemed different. They preferred seclusion and quiet conversation. I finally decided, my new owners were quintessential nerds.

These men thought about everything and always seemed to be studying something different. Their quarters were crowded with the things they were Learning about. It struck me that’s what I was too, a fun hobby when the mood took them.

Unlike Master Damien and his Brothers, my new Masters were very interested in how much my care cost. They talked about all the things I needed in terms of parts and fuel, which I found confusing. I didn’t think it was my parts and my fuel they discussed.

The worms were the first thing to go. The men stopped feeding them to me and watched me closely. When I didn’t get ill and didn’t lose weight, they seemed satisfied that was something I didn’t need.

They really detested the drink I took in the morning. The one with Long dark hair studied it one day using one of the strange devices they had made. He boiled it and appeared to distill it. He said it wasn’t nutrients at all. Eventually, they stopped giving it to me. I didn’t seem to be getting weaker or sicker, so I didn’t worry about it.

They did take away other things I cared about, though. One day, for no apparent reason, they told me I was not to swim at the Keepers. I was to stay in my ornamentation at all times outside of their care.

My new Masters didn’t like to hear me speak. They liked to hear me argue even less. Breathing deep, I agreed to this new rule.

When I was angry, I always made a point to remind myself I was fed and allowed to sleep in a comfortable place. Even if I wasn’t happy, I was’t abused. So they took away one more thing from me, I still had much to be thankful for.

After they told me I couldn’t swim, I did find one thing to be glad about. They stopped pulling the hair out of the mark on my stomach.

Perhaps they had found the chore too annoying, I didn’t know. I loved having it. Satisfied to feel one iota closer to Master Damien and his Brothers, I was grateful for the change. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

One morning we walked onto the transport pad and I noticed it Looked different. It was obviously new and it had my new Master’s symbol etched onto the floor. I commented because I had never seen a transport with a Warrior’s symbol.

“It is ours,” one of them told me, “that is why we are driving it. We own this transport.”

I complimented them on their new acquisition politely.

“We have a coupling today, slave,” the man beside me said. “You will stay with another family until we return. Do not misbehave.”

Angela’s Library

“Yes, Masters,” I answered dutifully.

I was always glad to go to the Keepers. When I was at the Keepers I had a name. People spoke to me and didn’t just fire questions. I always felt in the way at home, at the Keepers I had a place.

“So you stay with me tonight,” Fuji said bouncing around.

I groaned inwardly. Her owners used her for her purpose every night. I had no idea where they got the energy. Watching them was beginning to be frustrating to me in a weird way.

I’d never masturbated much. My house on Earth had been too crowded for the Level of privacy I felt I needed. It was getting to where I wondered if I could try after my Masters went to sleep, though. I ached for attention.

Several months of frequent group sex had my body prepared to continue that way. I missed Master Evan and Master Christof. In quiet moments I found myself fantasizing about Master Bane’s thick tool between my legs. I longed for the taste Master Damien left in my mouth after he had used it. They were gone, though, and had taken all that affection with them.

Watching Fuji with her men I had come to understand she had only one place they could use her. Her mouth was full of tiny sharp teeth. The place she made waste could not be altered and it was much too small.

Still watching them with her reminded me of Master Damien and his Brothers.