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Master Damien complemented Fuji’s owners on what a wonderful slave she was. Her owners took it all in stride and thanked Master Damien for his praise. They talked about how they had learned to play an instrument. Now they could play and watch her dance whenever they wanted.
For her part, Fuji looked radiant. She loved to have her owners speak highly of her, it was the one thing in life that made her happy. From what I had figured out all women on her planet were essentially slaves. They were trained from birth to please the men that kept them.
“Ciara,” I heard Master Evan call and I looked up. He was motioning to the center of the room. Fuji picked up the stringed instrument she had brought with her and started to play.
I moved into the open space and took a big breath. Looking at the floor I started to shift my hips side to side in time with the music. My feet knew the routine and of their own accord started to move. In my fear, I realized I wasn’t moving my arms at all. Slowly, I started to make the sinuous movements I was supposed to. I had to look up when I did that, the men looked fascinated. No one in the room looked disgusted or amused.
Slowly, I gained confidence. I shimmied my hips and started to roll my stomach up and down. My pelvis started to move in the staccato left right rhythm like it was supposed to. Inadvertently I found my fingers moving like they had zills in them.
As my movements became faster and more self assured, Fuji sped up the rhythm of her playing. Soon I was having a really good time, turning so they could see my ass jiggle as I shimmied and moving all over the little space. I spun and twirled putting myself directly in front of each of my owners as I danced for them.
The covers over my breasts were barely there when I was standing still, now they were both off to the side. Not like it really mattered, it just meant they could see me moving all over the place.
Finally, I started to feel winded. I looked at Fuji pointedly and she played me a nice exit. As the music stopped I dropped to my knees in front of Master Damien and looked up at him. He looked taken aback, but thankfully not like he thought it was funny.
Fuji’s owners rose to leave as they complimented Master Damien on me. My owners told Fuji’s they appreciated the praise. Master Damien told them he would enjoy having them come over again.
The men talked at the door for some time. I used it to get my breathing back in order. It took me a long time to get winded, especially considering my afternoon hobby. I must have been dancing a really long time. Hopefully, it wasn’t too long and I bored them. Except for accepting the other men’s compliments they hadn’t said anything about my dancing. I was concerned.
“Ciara,” Master Damien said sitting in front of me, “why didn’t you tell us you could do that?” he asked.
I was surprised by the question. They were all looking at me expectantly, so I had to say something, “You never asked, Master Damien,” was all I could come up with.
“You’ve been able to do that since you first got here?” Master Kein asked pulling me to stand and touching my stomach.
“Well, sort of, we practice at the Keepers and I think I’ve gotten better, Master Kein,” I answered watching him. He paced around me feeling my hips, like something about them might be different.
The men made me do the dance moves as they laid their hands on my body. They wanted to know what it felt like. As I shook and shimmied in front of them, I watched their pants all start to look too tight.
“We will get you an outfit like you described to dance for us,” Master Damien stated as I rolled my stomach for him. “I wish to see you dance in the traditional costume.”
I started to ask him how he planned to do that, but the hungry look in his eyes stopped me. Master Christof was the first to start removing my skimpy coverings. His brothers weren’t far behind.
Master Bane picked me up and walked quickly toward their bedroom. The men disrobed before they got there. As Master Evan pushed me onto the bed, I prayed they would let me get warmed up also. They surrounded me looking hungry and horny.
Master Christof was in a mood to learn tonight. He knelt between my thighs and started to lick as Master Bane and Master Evan spread my legs. Only Master Evan really got between them like that, the rest just usually watched him. Under Master Evan’s tutelage Master Christof proved he was a quick study. On his tongue I got so horny I was begging someone to fuck me, which they did.
Master Damien was the last to climb on top of me and I was in a state. I was covered in sweat and my long hair was stuck to my face and neck. Evidently given the right stimulation I could have multiple orgasms.
My body felt like it was a mass of live wires. I screamed curse words at Master Damien in English and in his language when he started to move. He just watched me impassively and moved slower until I calmed some.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.
“You have developed an interesting vocabulary, Ciara,” he said quietly.
I grunted a response as my eyes rolled back in my head. The spasms in my belly had never really stopped.
“You may not use those words outside this room,” Master Evan said laying beside us and licking a bead of sweat off my neck.
I just stared lazily at him, which seemed to irritate him.
“Did you hear me, Ciara?” he asked.
“Yes, Master,” I grunted.
He hardly looked satisfied with that response, but Master Damien was in the mood for completion not answers. He sped up his movements and whispered in my ear all the things they would do if I cursed in public. I groaned my answer into his neck as my spent body continued to twitch beneath his.