A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

My body moved easily between Master Evan and Master Damien. They had a rhythm set up between them. The push and pull were synchronized so perfectly it seemed they had trained to do this.

Master Evan exploded in my butt with a bruising grip and a long stream of words. He fell to the bed beside me flopping on his back.

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Master Damien wasn’t far behind Master Evan. He nearly choked me with his length and I was gasping for air when he was done. I tasted his seed as he withdrew from my lips. It was a little tangy, but otherwise wasn’t objectionable. I was glad for that, because Master Kein was approaching my mouth.

The position I had taken Master Damien’s cock in had been difficult. I asked very politely and they allowed me to kneel on my pad on the floor for Master Kein. It was a great deal more comfortable.

The men didn’t seem to mind just watching while I gave Master Kein the treatment I had given Master Damien. They did note I was using a different technique and they were right. Master Kein was very long and swallowing him was hard. I had to change my moves up some for him.

Master Kein started out more confident than Master Damien had. He didn’t pull away when I licked up his shaft. Unfortunately, his length was an issue. Taking him like I had Master Damien would be a feat indeed.

“Why are you doing that?” Master Kein asked as I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and started to stroke.

I had been sucking and moving my tongue over the end of his erection. My mouth came off with a soft pop as I looked up at him.

“To bring you pleasure, Master Kein. Do you like it?” I asked sliding my hand up and down the base of his member which was slippery with spit.

Master Kein took a while to answer. I masturbated him with my hand while he thought about it. I kept changing my pressure and changing my stroke until I found what Master Kein seemed to like the most. Putting my mouth back over the tip and taking all of him I could into my throat he finally had something to say.

“I find it very enjoyable,” he groaned.

Master Kein’s hand soon found the back of my head the same way Master Damien had. He liked a quick pace. At one point, he moved too quickly and I wasn’t ready. I felt my teeth brush over the head of his cock. He moaned and jerked, ordering me to do it again.

Men are strange, I decided as I allowed my teeth to just graze him occasionally as he slipped into my mouth.

I watched Master Kein as his teeth started to elongate. He was looking down and me, grunting and thrusting into my mouth. My tongue was moving at a frenzied pace and my jaw ached, I prayed he was close.

For his finale Master Kein pushed my hand away and pulled me to take him to the root. I grunted in surprise at finding I could, in fact, take him that deeply. The sound sent him over the edge.

I didn’t taste his seed at first, he was buried in my throat. The hot length of him was pulsing against my tongue, though. He pulled back slightly and the final spray coated the inside of my mouth.

Swallowing him down, I continued to look up at him. Master Kein sank to his knees in front of me.

“Ciara,” he said panting, “you are a very good sex slave.”

“Thank you, Master Kein,” I responded smiling lightly.

I didn’t really want to be good at this, but I understood it was nice of them to say so. Technically, they owned me. It was not required for them to tell me I was doing a good job or give me any positive feedback.

They moved me back to the bed and I lay down. My thighs splayed open waiting for the next of them. Neither Master Bane nor Christof had gone yet.

“What are you doing, Ciara?” Master Bane asked sitting down between my legs.

“I’m waiting for you to have sex with me, Master Bane,” I answered confused.

My mistake hit me and I apologized as I tried to get in the position they liked. My old boyfriend had always had me on my back. Last night Christof and I had sex while I lay on my back, it was just habit. Several sets of hands stopped me from flipping over, though.

“The mouth is not dangerous,” Master Damien said and the rest agreed.

They sat and watched me for a moment as though coming to some sort of decision.

“I want to do it like this,” Master Bane said.

“Good,” Master Kein laughed, “for a moment I thought you feared it.”

“Bah, little brother,” Master Bane huffed at Master Kein and then said what sounded like a long curse.

Master Bane crawled over me and I shivered as his coarse chest hair tickled my stomach and then my nipples. He lowered himself down over me and I lay very still. Automatically, I turned my head so I was watching the wall. I didn’t want them to misconstrue any motion on my part as being aggressive. Obviously they were uncomfortable facing me for sex.

“Look at me,” Master Bane commanded.

I turned my eyes to him and tried to look as non threatening as possible. Since I was in no way an actual threat to him, it was easy. I left my hands at my sides and tried to look submissive.

“It needs to be prepared again. It has not found it’s pleasure, yet. We have to train it better than this,” Master Bane said dipping his head and sucking on a nipple.

Master Bane shifted so he wasn’t laying directly over me and I felt Master Kein’s soft mouth descend over my other teat. Someone’s hands were stroking my hips and thighs, forcing them wider apart. The reason for being opened was apparent when I felt hot breath on my cunt.

Within minutes I was beside myself and begging for release. When Master Bane settled himself over me and aimed his length all the sexual tension crested. I shattered around his shaft and ground my hips against him.

Distantly I heard Master Bane praising me for releasing.

My mind swam with pleasure and I stroked Master Bane’s back and shoulders, scoring him lightly with my nails. With each press of his flesh against mine I shuddered and clenched around him. I found myself kissing his neck and face, which he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, Master Bane seemed to love all the attention.

He had waited a long time for me. It didn’t take him long before his movement sped up and his teeth were grown and sharp. When he finished Master Bane fell down over me. I felt his panting breath on my neck as he crushed me to the bed.

“Master Bane,” I grunted from beneath him.

I couldn’t breath with his weight over me. I saw Christof reach over and bodily move his brother off with a laugh.

Suddenly and inexplicably embarrassed by my actions I rolled over on the bed and lay on my stomach. I wondered to myself what kind of a whore a woman has to be to enjoy being ravaged by this many men at a time. It was ridiculous.

The men in question had my attention before I could give it too much thought. They were encouraging Christof to have a go. I turned my head to watch him. Christof touched down over my back and buttocks smiling sadly.

“Perhaps later, Ciara,” he said gently pulling me to my feet.

“Christof, why not now?” Master Evan asked clasping his brother on the shoulder.

“I choose to wait. You saw evidence. I took my time last night. I will do so again,” Christof said shaking off Master Evan’s hand and leading me toward the bathroom.

“I wish to go down to the bathhouse,” Master Bane called behind us.

“I will hurry brothers. We cannot take it down like this. It is a mess,” he answered leading me into the showers.

I didn’t understand Christof’s refusal. It made even less sense as we stood in the shower. Christof disrobed to wash me and his staff was erect and ready. He was certainly sexually excited. There was no way to tell why he didn’t want to have sex with me.

Christof washed me quickly. I was rinsed and the cream applied to several over exuberant marks. My hair was brushed and they pulled me out the door. My coverings were deemed unnecessary, since we would all be naked and in the pool. They didn’t seem to see the need for coverings either and walked around me nude.

The men were all in remarkably high spirits, so I thought one question wouldn’t get me in that much trouble. Although I had made the choice to make the best of this; they had chosen not to beat me into submission. I wanted to know why they didn’t just do that.

“Master Damien, may I ask a question?” I asked hesitantly.

He turned and I narrowly avoided running into his chest. We had stopped just before entering the bathhouse.

“Brothers, may Ciara ask a question? It seems the human enjoys its questions,” he put to the group.