A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

It had been ages since I'd been included in a conversation. I started to tell the
men my Keepers knew how to build a transport and stopped mid sentence. For
the last long time I'd been heavily chastised for interrupting.
“Why do you talk and then stop, Ciara?“ Master Kein asked pulling me onto his
lap. “Did you forget what you had planned to say?”
“No, Master Kein,” I answered embarrassed, “the Keepers don't Like to hear me
talk most of the time. They only like to talk to one another.
I'm trying to learn not to interrupt.”
“We will speak with them,” Master Damien said patting my head, “we wish you to
be happy.
“It really doesn’t matter, Master Damien, I'm only happy when I'm with you all. I
don't care about talking to them,” I freely admitted.
The men relaxed sitting around the fire. They told me about their life now.
They Learned about how to run a compound and how to control the men.
There were classes on all the different types of slaves they kept, too.
They were expected to know everything about everyone contained in the village
they ran.
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The second part of their new job seemed to upset them. The women used them
almost daily for sex. Master Damien said he assumed they were sold each
afternoon to a different group of women. The women were different from what the
men were used to. They only fought them if Master Damien was willing to fight.
Morosely, they all sat and looked into the fire. Talking about their new life seemed
to depresses them. I couldn't stand to see them this way.
“There is no music, Master Damien,” I said kneeling in front of him, “but I could
dance for you. I don't really need the music anyhow. Would you like to see me
dance, Master?”
Master Kein bellowed, “I had forgotten our surprise. Would you like to be
surprised, Ciara?”
I was confused and excited. This whole day had been a surprise, of course I
didn’t mind.
The men had me kneel in front of the fire and close my eyes. I heard them bustle
in and out of the cabin. Chairs creaked as they took their seats again.
My eyes shot open when the first chords were played. Master Kein sat beside the
fire and watched me as his fingers deftly moved over a small stringed instrument.
I leapt to my feet and started to sway, but he stopped abruptly.
“We are not done yet, Ciara,” Master Damien Laughed pointing to a Large bag
sitting in front of him. “Look at what else we brought.”
Quizzically looking at him, I knelt next to the big bag. The men all moved so they
were watching me. I had no idea what to expect.
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Inside the bag was a mass of fabric, I
thought it might be wrapped around
something. LR fae
holy wound &nd something jingled
atthe bottom. I slowly pulled the
deep blue pieces from the bag. As I
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It was a three piece belly dancing
outfit, complete with a hip scarf full

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opeithahitie men at the store had
made for me. It was perfect,
especially considering no one that
made it had ever seen one before.
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Stroking the waves of fabric, I was
touched. They had bought this even
after they had lost rd hopesiwe
on SE onaldRot er again, they
had kept it. Master Kein had even
learned to play an instrument so I
could dance for them. They never
forgot me, not for a moment. The
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Tears spilled down my face and I thanked each one of them.