A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“You are right, Ciara,” he said sounding pleased. “You always wear our mark.
Whether you have a collar or not, you may look at us.”
I looked up at the men and smiled. My hand drifted to the motif that sat so
strange and proud on my stomach. No matter what, I was theirs.
It pleased me to know they had finally realized that.
Unlike my fake Masters, my real Masters did not Leave me once I was stripped.
They waited with me beside the fire until the other men arrived.
The men greeted each other and Master Damien gave my fake Masters a large
bag of the stones as payment. They talked briefly before I was put back into my
green and gold outfit. After I was ornamented entirely, my fake Masters wrapped
me in two brown Layers. Once all was ready, we Loaded on the transport. I snuck
a last Look at Master Damien and his Brothers; it had to be enough to sustain me
for who knew how long.
We flew home and I stared out over the distance. The men that surrounded me
acted Like I wasn't even present. They talked about which women they had liked
the most and the places they would return next time. As they talked, I thought
about Master Damien and his Brothers.
I hoped I had given my owners the right mindset. Perhaps thinking of things a
different way would make them happier. If they continued to fight, there were only
two outcomes and neither was good.
If the men physically fought the women, I feared the women would kill them. The
men were obviously weaker. According to Master Kein the men were also
outnumbered. I couldn't imagine it would be much of a battle.
The other option I saw also led to death for my Masters. When they got too upset
their bond was damaged. The men didn't do well when they weren't connected to
one another. If they were left unconnected, I feared what would become of them.
Of course, I wished they could win a fight with the women and have their
freedom. Except for Fuji, I didn’t know anyone that wanted to be owned and
controlled. Freedom seemed to be the keystone of happiness for the sentient
beings I knew.
Looking at my fake Masters I knew that was true. They lived where and how they
were told to live, but they still maintained individuality.
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Some choices had been taken away, but not all. Binding a creature like either
one of us in forced servitude bent our spirit to near breaking.
Why couldn't the women see that? I wondered. Why couldn't Master Damien and
his Brothers see that?
I shook my self from the thoughts. It was not going to happen. I was weak and
they were strong. According to them I could not care for myself. The men
believed I needed them. They would never see it the way I did.
By the time we made it back to the compound I had chased the foolish dreams
from my head. Wishing would only depress me, best to focus on the good things
I had when I had them. Life would not change just because I wanted it to.
My fake Masters took me inside their dwelling when we got back to the
compound. They stripped me and demanded I clean. They sat at their table and
counted out the stones Damien had given them. As I washed the apartment they
earmarked each stone for a different endeavor.
As I worked I made up my mind to count the day cycles this time. I wanted to
know what the length of time was between my meetings with my real Masters. I
didn’t understand how the different moons turned here and I couldn't use them to
track time. The days I could track, so I decided to do that.
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Time passed and I counted, ticking
off days on my imaginary calender. I
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The nausea started thirty one day
cycles into my counting. I woke up,
vomited, and De owneré Were
as
upset. TReYfEd me the root and
made me stay in the apartment all
day. Afraid of my illness, they called
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I wasn't sick again all day. Once the initial nausea and vomiting passed I was
even hungry. To tell the truth, I felt guilty they had paid money for Keepers. If I
had been left alone it would have been a better day.
Once the men returned that night they asked the Keepers how I had been.
The Keepers told the truth, I had been fine. My fake Masters watched me
carefully all night, but I had no more problems until the next morning.
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Again, I woke up and threw up. My
head spun as I leaned over the
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