A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I’d never been treated to his tongue as I woke up and it was surprisingly exciting. He licked from my knees up to my center and spread me open. His warm, wet mouth took its time to explore. He sucked each labia into his mouth and tasted them until they were plump and sensitive. Now, in their hairless state, it was easy to watch them flush as I became excited.

Using his big thumbs he peeled my Lower lips apart and started to stroke my ripening cunt. Lazy laps at my entrance soon had me panting and twisting my hands in the sheets. I didn’t want to wake everyone up, but I wanted his mouth up a Little higher. I reached down to grab his head and found my wrists bound to the pole at the center of the bed.

“He won’t Like to be grabbed after spending the last two day cycles with our women,” Master Damien explained as he idly drew patterns over my chest.

“I’m sorry I woke you, Master Damien,” I panted.

I tried to ask him if he wanted to go back to sleep and couldn’t manage it. Master Evan had started to suck and flick my clit with his tongue.

Wantonly, I dropped my legs open and pressed myself into his face.

Master Damien found a nipple and began to pinch the tiny bud. The tissue puckered under his attention. Driving me wild would, as usual, be a group effort.

“I would like to see ornamentation on these as well,” Master Kein said languidly stroking the other breast.

As I watched he started to pluck, pulling the nipple to an erect state.

“Master Kein,” I panted out, “that would hurt.”

I couldn’t get anything else out as Master Evan had started to nibble on my clit. His fingers slid just inside my entrance before retreating.

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“I have seen rings that hold a tiny replica of the Warrior’s crest.

They would stand so proudly here and here,“ Master Bane said stroking my left and then my right tit.

Master Damien was stroking down my sides, tracing the Line of each rib.

“It would not hurt for long, Ciara. The Lashes on your back will hurt for longer,” he said.

I was so crazy with Master Evan’s tongue the idea of being whipped and pierced for their pleasure suddenly seemed erotic. Thrusting my soaking pussy into Master Evan’s face I screamed as I came. It was in English, but I begged them to fuck me, to pierce me, and to whip me.

I came down from my high slowly. The men were all Lounging on the bed talking. Master Evan sat between my spread legs, so I couldn’t close them. My arms were still stuck to the post above my head. Straining my head I looked around to see Christof peering back at me. His eyes Looked haunted.

Christof reached forward and released me from the post and rose from the bed. “Come, Ciara,” he said, “you need to be cleaned.” His voice sounded a little dull.

I unwound from Master Evan and was confused. They had never just given me pleasure before. It was always a build up, never the main event.

Master Evan grabbed me as I got off the bed and pulled me back down.

“You didn’t say ‘thank you’, Ciara,” he said smugly. “And, I’d like to know what you were saying when you climaxed.”

“Thank you, Master Evan,” I said, “I was saying that I felt good.” I smiled and hoped he’d believe me. He didn’t Look Like he did and almost said something. Lucky for me Christof came around and grabbed me to pull me with him.