A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Laying beneath the green blankets I fell quickly to sleep. I dreamed of Master
Damien and his Brothers all night Long.
The next morning one of the men woke me. I asked him his name and he told me
to call him and all his Brothers “Master’. Evidently, I would not be talking to them
much. The man that woke me took me to the shower and cleaned me completely.
My first shower with this new Master was practical. The man used the sponge to
clean most of my body. When it came to the sensitive bits between my legs he
used his fingers. I flinched and backed away inadvertently. This new Master just
grabbed my hip and held me still as he cleaned every nook and fold. He was
almost disinterested in the task.
I dreaded the plug. It was so degrading to be cleaned and prepared that way. I
had no control over such a personal thing. It was awful.
This new Masters didn't really seem bothered either way. He did each step with
clinical detachment. Once they were done he stood me up and moved right to the
silky rub.
When Master Evan had rubbed me with the purple goo, he always lingered on
the places I Liked. It was a morning massage as much as a skin treatment. This
new man made no such alterations. It was rubbed in and then he was done.
“Come,” he ordered walking out of the bathing room, “it is time to eat, slave.”
ANGELA'SLIBRARY
At breakfast the man across from me held up his bowl and asked me what I
called it in my first Language. I told him and he repeated the word until he could
say it. In between bites, I was instructed to teach them the names of all the things
around us. It was a strange way to spend the morning meal, but it became my
norm.
Time dragged on and it soon became obvious these men did not want a sex
slave. They cleaned me and kept the annoying thing in my bottom, but otherwise
did not touch me. I was glad, but I couldn't help but find it odd.
The first few days I had dreaded going back to my new owners’ apartment at
night. I waited for them to descend on my body the way Master Damien and his
Brothers had. At some point I was certain they would use me. It never happened.
These men had no interest in my physical self, other than it was cleaned and fed.
They made me tell them about Earth. These Masters wanted information.
Everyday some aspect of life on Earth was explored. They made me relive
moments from the most mundane to the most exciting. I spent seven day cycles
explaining the inside of a supermarket. It was like they wanted to be know my
planet inside out.
For the first time in months I had to speak English. They ordered me to teach
them the entire language. I was threatened that if they spoke it to another Earth
slave and I had lied, they would have me whipped. I did the best I could.
When I wasn't teaching my new owners, they acted like I wasn't present.
If they weren't engaging in their Earth hobby, they had plenty to keep them busy.
They were always doing something. Often I found myself sitting and watching
their family like I was merely a piece of the furniture. I was useful when they
wanted me to be and nonexistent when they had better things to do.
When they weren't talking to me, I was not to interrupt them. I learned that very
quickly. Their conversations with one another were complicated and I was
chastised if I interjected. The truth, I soon realized, was they only really enjoyed
talking with one another.
My owners did things in their spare time Like take apart transport pads in the
sitting area. They enjoyed difficult time consuming tasks and I was never asked
to participate. Unless they were asking about Earth, they didn’t speak to me. For
me, it was a Lonely existence.
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At home there wasn't ever a visiting
slave to speak to. Unlike Master
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herd feviriehds in the compound.
Warriors would sometimes come by
to ask a question, but they never
stayed long. My owners seemed to
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Sometimes, as the jovial men walked
off discussing the chuke game they
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them, I ti§3ed walking around the
compound with my owners and
watching them play. Actually, I
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Since I wasn't really expected to do anything most of the time, I picked up a
hobby. With my owner’s permission Rose taught me to sew and knit. My skills
quickly equalled hers, because I had Limitless time to practice.
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The men actually seemed happy I
was doing something and bought
Limited supplies for me, They iked it
when I senses h
criplicated designs. When I was
able to stitch their symbol onto their
shirts they were ecstatic. It was the
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Most of the time, I was an annoyance to my owners. Their questions were so
complicated. I frequently could not adequately answer them, so they punished
me by making me sleep in the little box in the wall.
Eventually, they figured out I just didn’t know how everything worked on my home
world.