A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“Why do you make the tears?” Master Christof asked. “Have we made you sad? Will you empty your stomach now?”

“No, no,” I argued laughing through the tears, “I’m happy. I promise you, Master Christof, sometimes humans cry when we are happy, also. I promise not to get sick.”

I jumped to my feet and grabbed the outfit. “Let me surprise you, Masters. Let me put it on myself and then come out and dance for you.

Please, may 1?” I asked.

They seemed to consider the question for a moment before coming to a consensus.

“Go, Ciara,” Master Damien waved toward the back room, “but we will help you if you need it.”

I ran for the doorway, which entered a bedroom and donned the clothing. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

A plain bed with white covers sat in the middle of the room; we’d be there soon enough. I struggled slightly, but got the outfit all on.

Having on clothing that actually covered me for the first time in months felt odd. I was used to ornamentation that just flowed around me. Even the cover I wore to market was looser. This outfit felt constricting and I wasn’t accustomed to it.

I pulled my breasts up in the top, so the plump curves sat high and proud on my chest. Wiggling around I pushed the skirt so the edge rode low on my belly. I wanted my Masters to really see the motion of my hips and stomach as I danced.

“Master Kein, if you want to start, I’m ready,” I called, adjusting the skirt one more time.

Master Kein started to play and I exited the room with a flourish. I shook and shimmied in a way my old instructor would have been proud of.

The fabric swished around me billowing out. I gave the men the best show I had.

I loved the outfit and hoped it showed. The coins jingled and danced on my waist adding to the music Master Kein made. The melody flowed and swayed as my hips kept the rhythm and added to it.

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I felt their eyes burning into me as I danced. Bane seemed mesmerized by the roll of my hips. His eyes stayed glued on the undulating sway.

Seductively, I moved before him and danced just for him.

Big hands encircled my waist lightly, just experiencing the play of muscle under my skin. Teasingly, I moved out of his reach. His eyes burned as I lifted my hands above my head and turned my wrists.

“Turn,” he ordered gruffly.

I did as he asked and felt the weight of his stare on the dimples over my ass. Shaking them enticingly, I heard the low groan. It only encouraged me to writhe and dip with the music provocatively.

Moving and rocking slowly I realized I stood facing Evan. My hips rose and fell to the music as blue eyes perused my pulsing form. My right leg with its strange tattoo peeked out repeatedly at him. His face seemed enthralled as the dance covered and uncovered my flesh.

“Here,” Master Damien ordered pointing to the spot in front of him.

I twirled toward him and let the waves of blue spin in the room. It wasn’t a classic move, but it had the intended effect. I certainly had everyone’s attention.

Master Damien watched with abject fascination as my musician forced a faster, more staccato rhythm. Suddenly Master Kein slowed and I knew he was testing me. I followed the slower beat of the music and did the belly rolls that made Master Damien’s eyes Light up.