A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“Ah,” sighed Master Evan watching my face, “there is the terror I have become accustomed to. I much prefer the humor, though. Brothers,” he addressed the group, “we take Ciara to market today and find something it likes. It preformed well for us on its first day. These slaves from Earth enjoy gifts. I say we give it one!”

I couldn’t stop myself, me and my big mouth, “Why do you call me ‘it’? I’m a she, Master Evan!”

“Perhaps on Earth you were a she. There you could bear the young of a male of your species. Here you are an it. You will not breed with us, no matter what hole we use,” he finished and took a drink and then offered me the cup; I knew better than to refuse.

I was stunned I would never be pregnant. My mother had sworn I’d be knocked up within the year. Boy, wouldn’t she have been surprised. I started to get sad thinking I would never see her again, but the discussion at the table got my attention.

“Ciara will need ornamentation when we leave it with the Keepers,”

Master Bane noted. “Although I quite enjoy having it bare to us. I did not believe I would enjoy looking on the slave. I was wrong.”

when all the men agreed I was

one had ever called me pretty before, much less stated they wanted to have me walk around

breasts will sag without support, Masters,” I muttered to the

the truth, they were large. Without reinforcement they would start to look

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responded to him immediately. “They will not act as they did on your planet. The pull of weight is different here. Still for a slave with such attributes, there is something we could purchase to help them

it was settled, we

a pad in a small room filled with hanging clothes as the men dressed around me. They talked and Laughed as they fitted themselves with white linen shirts and brown leather pants. Each of them had several sets of boots and

the symbol they each pulled across their chests. Thick leather criss crossed them and a metal breast plate held a replica

they pulled out weapons. Each of them took out a wicked looking sword and put it in a scabbard at their waist. Master Christof also had several small knives that he placed in the small of his back. Master Bane carried short knives in holders that strapped tightly around his thighs. They each were armed like they were

what I would wear. They never addressed the issue. The men just

shocked as they