A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I asked again.

“Ignore it,” she sighed and convinced me to watch a new dance someone was doing on the other side of the room.

By the time the Keepers got there at lunch everything ached. My shoulders, my wrists and especially my elbows all felt the pull. I begged the man on my knees to take the binding off.

“You are not on a kneeling place,” he said stoically. Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

In my rush to talk to him, I’d missed my kneeling place by a foot. I shuffled forward and begged again.

“This is the only punishment I can give you,” he said into my ear. “You will feel it until I am satisfied.”

I ate lunch without another word to the man. My distress wasn’t going to sway him. Rose was right, I thought as I ate, I would just have to ignore it.

By the time to leave the Keepers, my hands were mostly numb. I knelt with Fuji waiting outside dejectedly. If they took the bindings off, I’d never touch myself again.

“I’LL ask for you,” Fuji promised, but I knew that was not possible.

Fuji felt bad for me, but she would never be able to ask her owners to do something they didn’t want to do. It just wasn’t in her nature.

A flash of metal at my elbow surprised me and the bindings were cut right down the middle. My arms flopped uselessly at my sides. Now free of the leather my shoulders were spasming and I couldn’t really control my motions.

“Will you touch yourself again?” one of Fuji’s men asked me.

“No, Keeper,” I answered him softly.

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The men used Fuji again that night, but I didn’t care anymore. Even as they each reached a climax I didn’t notice. There was no reason to watch or Listen to it.

Physical affection was no longer part of my equation. In fact, I was denied any sort of affection. My owners kept me as an Earth encyclopedia and not a very good one at that. I was never going to feel loved again.

It took every fiber of my being to convince myself I could be happy. I had to be happy. I’d die if I thought about what I was missing and what I could never have again.

It wasn’t that I only missed sex. I’d survived a Long time without sex.

It was the feelings Master Damien and his Brothers elicited in me. I felt loved and cared for. I wondered if I’d ever feel that way again.

My new owners came back from the coupling Looking worse for wear. They were happy and animated, though. These men enjoyed their time with the women. From the way they talked they wanted to stay longer.

Oddly, it sounded like they were going back and that confused me. They didn’t like it when I interrupted their conversations, though. I just listened and went silently through my night time rituals.

The next day dawned bright and early. My owners were all very excited as they got me up and going.

“Come, slave,” one of them said holding up a dull brown outfit.

The men wrapped me in what seemed to be two brown tunics and walked me outside to their transport. They were in high spirits, but they seemed to be trying to hide it as we moved onto the transport pad.