A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Well, I wasn’t collared, so I thought I should still act up.

“I’LL look where I want,” I said staring defiantly at Damien.

“Once we collar you,” Damien said fighting a smile, “if you look at other men we will put you at the posts.”

I fought to get out of the tub and was restrained, “You’ll never collar me, again,” I cried.

“Don’t be a defiant slave,” Bane said from the side. “We will feed you soon. Know that we will care for you. Will you behave now?” he asked.

Damien was beside Bane now and nodded, so I acquiesced and apologized. “To deal with that all the time, just for the one service it provides.

It seems an unwise investment,” the man at the door said.

My owners agreed with him. They discussed the many downsides to slavery. The time, the cost, and the constant worry the investment would slip off.

“In fact,” Christof said casually, “I can’t really understand why we enjoy it.”

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“The challenge,” Kein commented thoughtfully.

“I think that must be it.”

The man at the door seemed to have gotten their answer and left.

“They are going to think your opinion is weird for slave owners,” I whispered to the group.

Christof put his mouth right next to my ear as he spoke.

“They would find our real opinion much less to their Liking, Sister.”

Grinning at my friend, I playfully flicked him with water and he chuckled. We wrestled playfully for a moment in the water before Damien came closer, I stepped toward him as he crouched at the edge of the bath and he caressed my cheek.

“I do not wish to celebrate your homecoming with our cousins watching and listening,” he murmured. “You will call our names in passion and experience pleasure without restraint the first time.”

“Every time,” Bane amended from the side. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I got out of the bath as Damien and Bane slipped into the main room to make sure the other men stayed out.

Secretly, they had brought healing creams and teeth cleaner with them. A tiny cup of contraceptive drink had also been brought. No one wanted the other men to know they had these things. They quickly finished and hid the Little pots. After all the fussing was done, we walked into the main room.

The men all redressed, but I stayed naked. Despite some struggling I was forced to kneel by the fire. I shivered slightly and a blanket was draped over my back.

“Are you hungry, slave?” Christof asked.