A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“No, Damien, I am a slave. You do not pay me and I cannot ask for days to go other places. We are different,” I assured him.

ALL the men were silent and they didn’t move to clean me. I felt sticky and was slowly leaking their cum; I wanted to bathe. Still, they just lay there around me.

“Humans are different,” Bane suddenly said. “That is why it is a happy slave.”

The men murmured agreement and I had to suppress the urge to roll my eyes. I wanted to explain to them I wasn’t happy being a slave; I’d just made up my mind to make the most of my life. Being miserable would just make me feel worse and I would still be a slave.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Finally, Christof rose from the bed and picked me up.

“How do you know about courtesans, Ciara? Were you one?” he asked.

“No, Christof,” I chuckled. “I heard other humans talk about them. Courtesan is an old word in my Language.”

Christof sat on the bed still holding me. My chance for a bath diminished and I looked longingly at the door

“Tell us about them,” he demanded.

I told them everything I knew. Thankfully, I’d seen a show on the History channel at home. Strategically, I left out the part that the courtesans I knew about were all women. I just allowed the word “human” to suffice to explain them and let the men assume I meant other men.

“Courtesans on my world were humans that were the sexual partners of other humans. They did it as a job for money, but often found themselves in positions of power,” I said.

“How?” Christof asked. “Where is the power in this arrangement we have with the women?”

I couldn’t say for sure; most of what I was saying was based on my best guesses. I’d never expected to need to use this knowledge to keep them alive. There was no plan. I was just winging it.

“Well,” I said clearing my throat, “human courtesans often talked to their patrons, the people that paid them. Those patrons were relaxed around the courtesans. It meant the courtesans could suggest things that other humans could not.”

I watched Christof’s face carefully as he considered this argument.

“The women do sometimes talk with their men,” Kein said sitting up.

“The other men speak to the women, but I have never heard what they say,” Damien said watching me.

Christof randomly let his hands wander over my arms as he sat thinking. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

I wondered if at some point he would realize I was leaking all over his lap.

“We are released from service for several days because we asked for them,” Evan commented. “Nu- reeh only made us promise to stay close to the mountains. They have even stayed away as they said they would.”

“There are the stones to consider,” Bane said. “She did not have to continue to give us the stones. It has value to us, she could have denied us.”

“It made me happy,” Damien told them. “She said she wanted me to be happy.”

“The way we want Ciara to be happy,” Evan said his face falling as he saw a flaw in my argument.