A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

That conversation was quickly replaced by Rose’s fretting over the lashing. Rose’s family on earth had hit her with a belt and she talked about breathing through the pain

“I’m not sure if it’s better to scream or if there is a set number of lashings,” she mused pacing back and forth.

“Why would screaming make a difference?” I asked her.

“Do you remember the posts?” she asked incredulously. “Your Warriors watched you the entire time, they stood out of sight. They choose who went up after you, if you panicked too much they tell their friends to stop. Your Warriors will never cause you pain directly, they will only ever be the one to stop it.”

“That is so weird,” I mused remembering that awful night.

The torment had only stopped when one of my Masters called a halt to whoever was harassing me. The torture had ended with Master Damien and his brothers taking me home and caring for me.

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“Right, so I don’t know if it would better for you to panic and have your men call the General off or if there will be a set number of lashes,” she said back in planning mode. “If they want to see you scream, you need to wail. If there are a set number of Lashes, you need to control your breathing and get through it. Your Warriors will feel better about you if you act strong, I think.”

We spent the rest of the morning practicing what I would call Lamaze breathing with Rose. She seemed so mature, but she didn’t Look any older than me. I asked her finally.

“Rose, how long have you been here?”

“Well, what year was it when you left Earth?” she asked me.

“March 28, 2011 was the day they took me,” I answered.

Rose’s eyes misted over a little and she took a deep breath. “Well, it has been quite a while then. They took me in March of 1956; I was twenty then.”

I sat and stared at her in shock. I did the math quickly in my head.

Rose didn’t look or act Like a seventy year old woman. She was calmer than I was, but otherwise was like a teenager.

“Things work different here,” she said stroking my hair, “just breath.”

“But on Earth..

I stammered.

“You mustn’t talk about it,” she warned cutting me off. “They do not like us to speak of our home planets. We must only think of our Warriors now.” All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

The lunch bell was a much needed distraction when it finally rang. I went in the Lunchroom to look for my little pad, but it wasn’t there. I rushed to ask the Keepers and they pointed to the courtyard. I nearly didn’t make it to my place before the Warriors started to come in. I guessed the Keepers did not know my Masters were gone.

One of Fuji’s owners stood in front of me a moment Later. He motioned me up and picked up my kneeling pad. Confused, I followed him out the gate into the forest.

Eventually, he found a spot Christof and I frequently stopped in. The man Lay my kneeling place on the ground and proceeded to feed me. He sat on a stump in front of me. It was a place I liked most of the

time, now I felt a little edgy.

The man cleared his throat and pointed out a yellow plant clinging to the soil. It grew sparsely around the trunks of the larger plants.

“That,” he told me, “is called a pana plant. The Leaves can be used to make a calming tea. The shopkeepers collect and prepare it. The preparation is complex. It is very expensive to buy.”