A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I walked over to inspect the new objects and heard Master Damien behind me.

“Bring me one,” he said quietly.

I picked one up and took it to Master Damien. He pushed his blanket back to expose his genitals and pressed his penis into the opening of the gourd. I watched fascinated as he relieved himself in the container.

It was a urinal. I’d seen similar things on Earth when my uncle was in the hospital. Master Damien relieved himself and sat the gourd beside him on the ground. I picked it up and took it back over by the door.

ALL the men wanted to use one. I was thrilled they weren’t peeing on themselves and happily brought the gourds over to them. I wondered what we would do when they needed to use the facilities the other way. That would be much more difficult than delivering a urinal, I feared.

A thought hit me and I gasped. My plug was still inside of me. I couldn’t wear it all the time and there was no one to take care of me.

While I’d become reacquainted with feeding myself and wiping myself, I’d never touched the plug. It was stupid but that just seemed Like something I shouldn’t do. Perhaps I should ask, I thought, but who? “Ciara,” Master Damien called, “come rest with me.” Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“Yes, Master Damien,” I answered walking up beside him.

Before I could kneel down, he removed the cuffs from my ankles and tossed them toward the door.

“Kneel,” he commanded and I obeyed.

Master Damien removed the chain from my waist and threw it into the fire. My green and gold earrings were also removed and tossed away. A hand snaked between my Legs and the plug was gently pulled from me.

I sighed with relief.

Master Damien petted the mark on my rounded belly for a moment. He didn’t seem to have the energy to really worry about it, though. He yawned and settled on his side gesturing me to lay in front of him.

The mat we were on was narrow, but it wasn’t an unpleasant place to sleep. The padding was thicker than it Looked and the room was warm. I drifted to sleep with Master Damien’s hand cupping my swollen stomach.

I awoke a while later. Master Bane was restless. Moving over to him I stroked his short beard and down his chest to soothe him.

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“Thirsty,” he said.

There was a new jug by the door. I got it and helped Master Bane to drink. Everyone else also woke up and took a chug of water. Once I was done, Master Bane held his blankets back and invited me onto his pallet silently.

Under the blankets next to Master Bane I curled around his side and stroked his chest. He had what appeared to be several stab wounds to the upper stomach. I had wrapped and dressed them before. I avoided touching them as I lay with him. He calmed as I stroked him.

There was no day or night in the room we were in. The torches still Lit the room, but I imagined it was night. I slept with each man for a short while until someone else seemed distressed.

Lastly, I ended up in Master Christof’s bed. I had the strangest dream as I lay there.

It was pitch dark in my dream and I could hear the men crying out in pain and anger. I stood beside a small Kerosene Lantern in the middle of the darkness. My first impulse was to take the light and go find them. When I tried to pick it up it would not budge. The message was clear, they had to come here.

I didn’t like the dark particularly. Things moved and shuffled all around me as I walked away from the Light. The ground slithered under my feet and the air seemed to grab at me as I walked through it.

Somehow I managed to find the men and coaxed them one by one to sit with me in the golden glow. In my dream, I was powerful and strong. I picked Master Damien up and carried him with me to the light. He kept trying to leave its safe confines.

“No,” I told him as he tried to move away, “we stay together. It’s safer that way.”