A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I felt Fuji’s Warriors behind me and one of them grabbed me. I screamed bloody murder and fought him.

“I have to talk to him!” I screamed at the man holding me. “He will die if he doesn’t go. Please, Keeper, let me speak to him.”

Shockingly the man dropped me and let me go. I felt him follow me, but he didn’t interfere.

I ran as fast as I could up the stairs to our dwelling. There was a swell of Warriors outside the front door. I wove between them and dashed into our apartment. Master Damien, Master Evan, Master Bane, and Master Kein were standing in the main room looking frustrated. I could see Christof in the bedroom.

Master Damien yelled at me to stop and come to him. I ignored him and rushed into the bedroom, pulling the leather door cover closed. The last thing I saw was my Masters’ faces go from shocked to furious. I didn’t have long.

“Christof,” I panted, “you promised me. Don’t do this. We all need you.

I need you. Think of me, you can get through this. Life is awful sometimes and you have to work through the bad parts to get to the good parts.”

“Ciara,” he said looking a little stunned, “shouldn’t you be downstairs? How did you get up here?”

“Doesn’t matter, I love you. Please just accept your Life isn’t what you thought it was, but it’s still good. There are still things you need to Live for. You won’t win or prove anything doing this—”

I stopped talking when Master Damien’s enraged face appeared in the door way.

The covering to the little room was thrown back and Master Damien stalked toward me. I remembered Andre and cringed. “It was worth it Master Damien,” I heard myself say. “Some things are worth a beating.”

“I will not touch you, slave,” he ground out, “the General will take a lash to your back until we feel you have had enough,” his face was indescribable it was so angry.

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Uncertainty flitted across Master Damien’s features. He hadn’t been expecting that. Christof strode out of the room and called to his brothers to hurry up. Master Damien stood watching me for several Long moments. I didn’t back away, but I flinched when he reached for my arm.

He passed me back to Fuji‘s owners as we walked by them on the walkway.

As we went downstairs I chanced a glance up and saw my Warriors talking with the General. I watched them finish their conversation and head out the wall of the compound. With all my staring I got the attention of more than a few Warriors and they started toward me. Fuji‘s owners forced my head back down as they escorted me back to their apartments.

The Keepers compound was subdued that day. Rose had seen the General administer one lashing and she didn’t want to talk about it. All the other slaves looked at me with a mixture of shock and pity. Fuji paced around and prayed in her native Language.

All their concern was nice, but it didn’t change anything. I would be beaten, probably within an inch of my life and Christof might still not come back. When the Lunch bell rang I was glad for it. At least no one could talk about it for the next Little while. I was wrong.

Fuji’s Masters came to feed me and all the Warriors were talking about the morning excitement. Christof’s refusal to go and the reason for it, my strange behavior, and exactly what a beating from the General would entail. I had no appetite, so it didn’t really matter when they fed me the worms.

“Eat up, slave,” the Warrior feeding me laughed, “you’ll need the strength to heal once the General is done with you.”

I started to retch a little and held it down. Getting sick wouldn’t make this any better.

After Lunch the Keepers took us to the beach. Straightaway, I went into the water and scooted through my secret hole. I spent the afternoon diving deep outside the inlet. If I was going to be lashed I doubted I would be enjoying the water anytime after that.

When I went really deep I felt a strong current. I always managed to stay just above it. It was exciting and distracting to let it pull mea little. The fun almost made me forget the horror that was coming, almost.