A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

My hands drifted from my hair to my neck. I could feel the metal collar circling it. The collar wasn’t too tight, but it wasn’t loose. It seemed to be about an inch wide. Running my fingers along it I could feel it was covered with an intricate design.

“It is our symbol. Any that see it will understand we own you,” the Dark haired man said.

I nodded mutely and inspected the metal bracelets on my wrist. They were wider, maybe three inches and they fit like they had been made for me. Both of them were covered in the same pattern. I saw no way to remove them.

Glancing down, I saw two more identical cuffs encircling my ankles. The bearded man was taking his time exploring my feet, so I didn’t get a good look at them. I assumed they probably had the same design.

My eyes turned to gaze back at my strange looking body. The men had reached my torso now. I watched their rough calloused hands glide over my chest and stomach. I still flinched as they lifted and cupped my breasts. That didn’t keep my attention, I was interested in farther down.

That huge bush was gone, along with most of my pubic hair. What I had left made a motif on my lower stomach. I touched my belly and traced the mark. The dark haired man’s fingers followed mine.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“It was Christof’s idea, it is also our symbol,” he said. “None will confuse who you belong to.”

I stretched back to look at the symbol and the dark haired man pushed me gently until I was laying on my back. I was looking up into his charcoal eyes feeling unsure again. His hair hung to his chin and I watched it catch the light. It almost had a blue tint is was black.

“You do not know what to call me, do you?” he asked.

“No… Master,” I said almost not remembering.

He chuckled and stroked my cheek, “I am Master Damien,” he said then pointed to the lanky man on the other side of the bed. “That is Master Christof.”

The bearded man was between my legs inspecting my calf and looked up into my eyes, “You may call me Master Bane.”

“I am Master Kein,” the man that had brought the jug said as he traced my hip bone.

Master Christof was the only man that didn’t seem to want to touch me. He sat on the other side of the bed watching his companions.

The exploration of my body continued as I lay there. The switched places and took their time. Most of the men explored with their hands, but the one named Master Evan started licking. He tasted me everywhere.

Terror rose in my gut as his tongue ran over my arms. Were they planning to eat me? Perhaps telling me I was a sex slave was just a ruse, so they would have an easier time. In fear, I started to shake and shiver on the bed.

“What is this?” Master Bane asked holding my trembling limb as I tried vainly to jerk it back.

“Is it ill?” Master Kein asked.

Master Damien appraised me and crawled up by my head. He looked deeply into my eyes for several long moments. I jumped when his warm hand lay over my heart.

“No, it is afraid again,” he diagnosed correctly. “Do not fear Ciara, we will care for you now. Relax and allow us to prepare you for your purpose,” he commanded.

Well, it didn’t sound like they wanted to eat me. I didn’t really understand what he meant by preparation, though. Once again, I forced myself to relax and calm down.

Prior experience with my old boyfriend in the Chevy had taught me that tensing up before sex made it worse. If I wanted to survive this experience with my lower half intact, I would need to control myself. I concentrated on the ceiling and tried to relax.

Master Evan’s tongue had reached my torso now. I felt warm lips on my stomach and a tongue running over my flesh. He tasted my belly button thoroughly, he seemed to be checking it for something. He probed and pushed at it for several moments with his tongue and fingers.

“No, Basin is correct,” he said. “We cannot use it here. It is not deep enough.”

The other men murmured as lips ran up over my left breast. He lapped at the underside of the large round orb before coming to the tip. The sensitive tissue crinkled under his tongue. That fascinated them.

Master Kein started to work on the other breast with his fingers. When he quickly achieved the desired result he was thrilled. He continued to change his stroke watching the skin react.

It was getting harder to concentrate on the ceiling. My breasts had never experienced such wonderful stimulation. Master Kein’s hands were driving me insane and then Master Evan latched his mouth onto the nipple. He sucked hard and my back arched. I buried my hands in his silky hair without thinking.

Master Damien peeled my hands away and placed them above my head. I wanted to reach back down but felt myself restrained. Again, I noted the pole that rose through the center of the bed. A bit of leather now attached my wrists quite securely to that beam. The idea of being tied down terrified me and I looked up into Master Damien’s eyes.

“We will never hurt you Ciara, but we can’t be sure of the same treatment from you,” he said.

“How could I hurt you, sir… Master?” The men were gargantuan compared to me.

Whether they were lean or hulking they were covered in sinewy muscle. From the easy way Master Evan had thrown me to the ground I knew they were stronger than I was. There was really nothing I could do to them.

“This is something you don’t need to concern yourself with. Aren’t we bringing you pleasure? It was explained to us you would enjoy this,” Master Damien stated.

“Yes, Master,” I answered breathlessly.

Master Kein had decided to use his mouth like Master Evan and the stimulation was too much. He nipped lightly and I moaned softly before managing to ask.

“I don’t understand why you care, Master.”

Master Damien brushed his fingers over my eyebrows and watched me. “If you are in pain and unwilling you will become ill. We wish for you to stay healthy. Your health reflects positively on us, an ill slave is not honorable,” he answered. “We will prepare you, so you will be a healthy slave.”

The earlier comment made sense. They were preparing me for sex. It was starting not to matter, as long as those wet mouths continued to work over my nipples.

Soft teasing strokes had run up my legs, tickling the skin behind my knees. Master Bane was between my thighs and his hands were stroking just next to my center.

“Brothers,” he called, “it is getting ready.” He was looking down at my pussy with rapt attention.

I tried to close my legs but couldn’t with Master Bane sitting there. Master Christof got off the bed and walk around to come stand in front of me. I could feel myself and I was starting to get wet. I wasn’t used to this kind of attention, alien planet or not.

My face flushed hot because I knew what they were looking at. I’d looked in a mirror once when I was excited once just to see. I knew the pink lips would be full and plump. There was probably wetness gathering at the entrance to my womanhood. My little clit would be poking bravely from behind its hood. I wondered how much they knew about all of that.

Master Evan lifted his head from my chest and smiled at me, “I will know you there, Ciara, no part of you will hide from me.”

My legs were forced wider apart as Master Evan joined the other man. He used his tongue to run up my weeping slit. Against my better judgement I groaned as he moved over my pouting clit.

“Well, brother?” Master Damien asked.

“It is an interesting flavor and we will certainly know where ever it goes,” Master Evan answered.

The men spoke about my private parts like they were discussing the parts of a car. Other men, as well as, the saleswoman had explained how the pieces worked. They were eager to test what they had learned.

“Here,” Master Damien pointed and brushed his fingertip over my clit.

I sucked in a gasp and pulled at my restraints as he teased the tiny bud. My old boyfriend had never found it or at least never cared to. Master Damien seemed to know exactly where to look.

“That’s it,” Master Evan agreed and blew across the tissue.

Master Evan nibbled and sucked at my clit until I was twisting my hips involuntarily. The men laughed and complimented the saleswoman on her knowledge, she had told them how to do that.

I felt fingers, lots of them sliding into my cunt slowly stretching me. The fingers slipped lower and I tried to protest. Master Damien put a wet finger over my lips. I could smell the musty scent of my arousal on his hand.

“Ciara, do not resist us,” he chastised.

“Please, Master,” I begged him using the words I was supposed to, “it will hurt. Please don’t put anything there.”

“We would not harm what we own,” was the only answer I got.

The fingers were gentle and pressed into me slowly, one at a time. Soon the burn and the stretch were bearable and not painful. They weren’t hurting me.