A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Fuji’s Warriors came and picked us up and transported us back to the Warrior’s compound. They poked fun at me and made Little comments; I didn’t let it bother me. There was a good reason to act like I had this morning. I’d take the lashing if it meant that I got to keep my friend.

We went to the bathhouse as a group, but I wasn’t asked to wash anyone.

I just sat on the little steps by my Keepers and kept my head down.

That didn’t mean I didn’t get attention.

Groups of Warriors would come over intermittently to inspect me. They didn’t touch me, thank goodness. They watched me and tried to get me to respond to them. Most commented on my scene that morning.

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I was relieved when we finally Left the bathhouse; perhaps my day was finally over. That was not to be. Fuji’s owners wanted to see her dance, she had promised them.

The men had little drums in the apartment, Like the ones I played every day. Dutifully I played the drums with a sensual, wild beat. Fuji moved her hips and swung her wispy hair every which way. Her owners looked like they were in heaven.

It wasn’t surprising when one of them got up and threw her over his shoulder. I could see the erections grow as Fuji had danced. Sex was the obvious outcome, but Fuji’s reaction was unexpected.

My calm, demure friend screeched and fought the Warrior who held her.

I’d never seen Fuji fight. She cursed him in their Language and said she wanted to finish her dance. My hands were stopped in mid air over my drums.

Her owners laughed and started walking toward their bedroom. One of them pulled me to my feet and followed. I was too stunned to resist him. The large man thrust me onto a kneeling place inside the room and went to join his brothers on the bed.

The men held Fuji down to the bed and she continued to scream. One man got between her legs and started to lick her feet and suck her toes.

Two other men held her arms and played their fingers across her cool skin. I didn’t want to watch my friend get raped by her men, but I knew I couldn’t stop them. In defeat, I dropped my eyes.

ALL too soon the screaming from the bed turned to moans. I chanced a glance up and saw Fuji writhing in the hands that held her. She Looked like she was in the throes of ecstasy as a man with long dark hair grunted and thrust into her. She squealed beneath him and protested, but it didn’t sound real. Her hips moved in time with his and I could hear the wet slapping they made as they joined.

The men passed her around, but whenever they let her go, she started to fight again. She wanted to dance and they were a series of words I couldn’t understand. I’d never seen this side of Fuji, not that I really wanted to.

She was restrained and ravished by every one of her men. I wouldn’t have thought to ask if her kind could orgasm, but by the sounds of it she did, over and over again. The scent of pungent sex filled the air and I tried to ignore it.

Eventually, everything quieted down. They wiped Fuji with a cloth and gave her a long drink. Once they were done, I watched them tuck her exhausted body into the covers.

One of the men came over and brought me to the bed. He forced me to lay down, which I wasn’t comfortable doing at all. I tried to sit up and he got behind me and pulled me down. He brought my back flush to his front and wrapped strong arms around me.

“No more running,” he said pulling me tight to his body as the covers were draped over us.

Inside me was a panic. I imagined all the horrible things these strange men could do to my naked body. Much to my dismay I’d seen what they’d done to Fuji and I did not want to be next.

After a while the sensation of fear faded because nothing was happening. The man holding me sounded and felt like he was just going to sleep. I lay still and listened to the man’s breathing, slow and even. I felt his staff behind me, it was completely flaccid. There was absolutely no danger of this man being interested in me. The worry melted away and I sunk into the strange embrace.

We rested like that for a while before he spoke again. “I don’t know what you did this morning, slave,” he whispered quietly, “but it is why we let you go and I’m glad you did it

A murmur of consensus went around the bed. It did make me feel a Little better that the Warriors weren’t all mad at me. I yawned loudly and started to slide toward sleep.