A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

The man I asked became enraged and told me not to speak of it; it was a secret. Another of my owners calmed him and told me when the small moon completed a cycle. That meant nothing to me. Time continued at its slow pace.

I woke up late one night and felt sticky, nasty and sticky between my legs. I dipped a hand down and it came back wet and dark in the moonlight. My brain took a minute to process and I realized I was having a very heavy period.

Jumping off the bed, I startled all my owners awake. They were used to my night time bathroom breaks, but this was different. I apologized and explained about human menstruation and told them I couldn’t have controlled the bleeding all over their bed.

I had hoped they wouldn’t be mad at me for leaving a spot on the covers. They weren’t mad, they were terrified. None of them believed me when I said that it was normal.

In the shower they brought in a bright light and made me spread my legs. They watched the blood flow out and inspected its origin. The cold of the bathroom wasn’t comfortable and I had cramps, too. I tried to explain that.

The men were beside themselves. They discussed calling the healer, but feared to do it for some reason. Finally, they seemed to get control of themselves.

“This comes and goes?” one of them asked me.

“Yes, Master, on my planet every turn of the moon I would bleed Like this for five or six days. I used pads to soak up the blood when it came out,” I told them helpfully.

I didn’t want to sit in the bathroom for six days while I bled.

The men wrapped the towel they used to dry me so it rested between my legs. They put me back to bed as they sat in front of the fire talking.

I couldn’t hear what they were saying and that concerned me. Something told me I would not Like how they handled my period.

I had been right. My period was awful. The men refused to let me go the Keepers and they didn’t want anyone to see this happen. They wrapped me in the absorbent towels and put me in the box in the wall every day I bled.

The first morning I handled it all right. I had been put in the box multiple times before. In a way, I liked it for short periods. It was the only time I was alone. Quickly, it started to make me crazy, so they used the calming creams.

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I lost track of time. There was no telling how long it went on. They put me in the box after my morning routine, slathered me with cream and closed it. I awoke drowsy and confused at Lunch when they fed and let me relieve myself. More cream was placed on my head and I was knocked out for the afternoon.

I was allowed out in the evening, with my bleeding nether regions wrapped up tight in a towel. The first night I couldn’t sleep, so more cream was used. By the time I stopped bleeding I was a drooling mess and could barely hold my own head up.

I was sent back to the Keepers and I terrified Rose. I stumbled into the compound and sat dully in the sunshine outside. The light broke through the fog that seemed to have permanently invaded my mind.

My friends found me and brought cushions to me. We sat in the light until I could at Least speak.

“Where have you been?” Fuji asked once it seemed my answers were making more sense.

“At my Master’s home,” I slurred.

“What happened?” Rose asked stroking my arm.

I stared blankly at her. I remembered vaguely that I had had a period. Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

My brain was full of snapshots of my fake owners cleaning bloody towels off of me.

I did remember one thing quite clearly. That morning, they had threatened to sell me if I discussed the bleeding with anyone, including Master Damien. What had happened the last many days would never pass my Lips.