A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I struggled with the lack of light and the men pointed out torches to me. They were at the foot of each mat and rose from the floor. The men would not be able to reach them themselves. I Lit them and the room was bright as day.

“why?” I begged before the guards left again.

“Why were they treated like this? Why would their Mistress do this to them?”

The men looked at each other before looking at me.

“The Mistress Nu-reeh is kind to her men. She did not do this. The men did it to themselves. They attempted to kill one another to end their pain after the bond was broken. Mistress Nu-reeh found them and brought them here.”

I stood shocked and staring at the man. This was a suicide attempt. That’s why the men were chained apart, so they couldn’t hurt each other anymore.

“Fix it as Nu-reeh ordered and you will live, slave,” one of the men said.

“Fail, and you die with them. We are sure of this.”

The guards left and did not return. I stood still for only a moment before starting to work

The job started with Master Kein, he had looked the worst. I stripped him with a great deal of difficulty from his ruined clothes. Thanks to the chain on his neck I had to rip his ruined shirt off. He roused once and looked at me.

“Master Kein, I’m here, you’re going to be okay,” I tried to comfort him.

His glassy eyes looked right past me before they slid closed again. The pad he was on reeked. I rolled him to a fresh pad and cleaned him there. Slowly and methodically I worked. My efforts removed the stench from his body and the dried blood from around his wounds. After dressing his wounds I shifted him to a new clean pad and covered him with a blanket.

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I talked to Master Kein the entire time I worked. He didn’t react to anything I said, but it seemed the right thing to do. While I worked on him I tried to keep the anxiety out of my voice and speak in a calm tone.

Each man received the same treatment from me. I’d clean them on a pad and then roll them to a fresh one. It was exhausting work. By the time I was done I was covered in sweat and dirt, which I attempted to clean off myself. I was also streaked with their blood.

The men outside had said they should eat. While I worked my Masters had each opened their eyes once or twice. They were not awake enough for me to feed them. I didn’t want to fail at this mission without at least trying, though. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

I opened the pot the men had brought and looked in at it. The sludge had the consistency and color of oatmeal, but it smelled appetizing. Using the spoon and bowl, I Ladled out what Looked Like a serving.

The bowl was still steaming, probably it was warm from sitting near the fire. I carried it over to Master Damien and knelt beside him. Sitting the bowl on the ground I tried to wake him.

“Master Damien, you need to eat. Wake up for a bit and let me feed you,” I said softly.

He didn’t rouse so I shook his shoulder and repeated the request.

A hand was around my throat suddenly. If it wasn’t for the metal slave collar, the fingers would have crushed my windpipe. Master Damien looked up at me with a wild Look in his eyes.

“Relax, Master, please,” I begged not moving.

“I just want you to eat something.”

The hand relaxed and fell limply back to the pad.

“Death is better than this,” he said in a pained voice.