A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

At some point I was told to sit up on the table, which I did.

“You will open your eyes and look straight ahead, Ciara,” Master Damien told me. “I will ask you questions. If I want you to lie I will tell you and you will lie. If I wish to hear the truth you will tell me the truth. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Master Damien,” I whispered.

On his command I looked out into a sea of faces and my head jerked down reflexively. Master Evan lifted my chin and told me to look out. The Warriors were all watching my face intently. I preferred not to look at them, so I stared at the back of the tent.

Master Damien asked me a series of simple questions and told me to tell the truth. It took a while to find my voice, but once I did it was not hard. That part was easy and the questions were all straightforward.

After those questions he told me to lie to him. At first it was hard, I knew they didn’t like it when I lied to them. I made a game of it in my mind and that made it better. I lied fluently.

After we were done Master Damien discussed with the men how I looked and sounded when I told a lie. It was terrifying to realized they knew each time I told the truth and each time I did not. The way they spoke it was the most obvious thing in the world. I felt more naked than I ever had on this planet.

The next part of the tutorial was the part I had been dreading. Master Evan instructed me and I lay back. My legs were spread like I was in stirrups at the gynecologist office. It was the air currents that held me, so I couldn’t move out of that position. I tensed waiting for the horror of this to start.

Master Damien said he was glad to see the tension, he pointed it out to the surrounding men. If they used me now, I would find it painful. I wasn’t like the women on this planet, my flesh was tender in my sex organs and I may even tear. If I received a tear in those areas it could take a long time to heal properly and I may never get over the fear.

Master Christof whispered soothing words in my ear and Master Damien repeated to the crowd what he was saying to me. It was bizarre, but despite that I did start to relax. They had never hurt me and they weren’t going to today.

The men asked questions while they must have watched Master Christof calm me. Did they have to do this every time? How long did it take? Was it worth the time investment?

“This morning my brother prepared the slave for its day and it became ready for us with just the simple touches necessary to clean it,” Master Bane explained. “Earth slaves are very simple creatures. Once they learn you cause them pleasure, they ready themselves for it automatically. It is only afraid because we are in a crowd.”Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

I disagreed internally that what Master Evan had done today just constituted cleaning, but I had enough sense not to argue. They were right in a way. I did expect pleasure from their touches and I had no problems when they used me. They had trained me, although I hadn’t noticed it at the time.

Master Christof went from soothing to stimulating as I relaxed. Much to my dismay I was ordered to keep my eyes opened. Men clustered around as Master Christof continued his gentle seduction.

During this highly embarrassing procedure Master Damien pointed out what Master Christof was doing as he stroked down my sides and kissed my fingers. I watched the ceiling of the tent. He explained in cold calculated terms the mechanics of arousing me. Despite my discomfort with our audience I felt myself getting wet and ready.

The men went over the topic I dubbed, Touching for Arousal, in an organized fashion. Start away from the sex organs, Master Damien told them. A human would be upset to be touched there first. Instead, they started with my head.

According to Master Damien, my head had lots of places I liked to be touched. I enjoyed having my ears fondled, my owners had learned that the first day. That was particular to me, Master Damien told the group. Master Evan demonstrated how they pulled and sucked on my ears.

The conversation went to my mouth and kissing. The Warriors were uncomfortable with the idea of getting near my mouth. Master Kein explained how much I liked to kiss and how it was not dangerous. I tensed back up when one of the Warriors asked, “Can you remove the teeth?”

I panted with fear. Hopefully my owners wouldn’t want to do that. Master Evan told him it would be difficult to get enough nutrition without my teeth. He also explained they weren’t very fearsome. From across the room Master Damien told me to open my mouth and I did. A finger slipped between my lips.

“Bite me, Ciara,” Master Evan commanded.

I froze and then obediently bit down lightly on his finger. He laughed at me.

“Bite me as hard as you can, Ciara,” Master Evan said.

I didn’t react fast enough and Master Bane pinched a nipple.

I sunk my teeth into Master Evan’s finger as hard as I could. My face clenched with my effort. He laughed and removed his finger. My teeth clanked together at the loss.

“As you see, not even a mark,” he commented.

The display made the Warriors more comfortable with my mouth. Master Kein spent an eternity demonstrating kissing me. He kissed lightly and softly, at first. Those kisses could be meant to comfort or greet, Master Damien explained. Master Kein kissed me deeper tangling our tongues and I missed that explanation.

The men in the audience asked about the other things on my face: my eyes and my nose, could those be stimulated? Master Damien told him the eyes were painful to touch and could be damaged easily. Humans found stimulation of the nares uncomfortable because we used it to breath, much like they did.

The sensitive skin on my neck over my pulse was exploited for the benefit of the Warriors present. They placed their lips there to monitor my pulse and I also seemed to like it. I groaned as Master Bane softly bit my neck.

When they reached my breasts Master Kein took over, again. They pinched and pulled at the sensitive tissue until I was moaning. Master Evan demonstrated how much I liked to have lips and tongue on my breasts and I nearly came.

It didn’t matter how many men were here. I wanted one of my Warriors inside me now. Much like this morning my hands were gripping the edges of the table I was on. This was just show and tell, not sex, I tried to tell my body. They were going to drive me insane this way.

When fingers trailed down and started to stroke my slit, I gave up the pretense. Shutting my eyes, I begged them.

“Please, Masters, please fu-” the words were cut off as fingers plunged into my mouth.

I sucked on the fingers and teased the tips. I wanted the owner’s cock to replace it. I felt lips at my ear and heard Master Damien’s voice.

“We will punish you if you use those words in public, Ciara. Thank me for stopping you,” he whispered and withdrew his fingers.

“Thank you, Master Damien,” I said and he placed his fingers back in my mouth.

Fingers in my lower lips spread my moisture around and started to flick and rub over my clit. Distantly, I heard the men describing what they were doing. The audience was now focused on my glistening pussy and they asked all about it. My owners explained my moisture was in preparation for them.

“Oil can be used if the creature cannot be made to make lubrication, but we have never had to do that with this hole. We have trained it well,” Master Bane said proudly.

Fingers dropped lower and discussed my anal opening. Here they had to use the oil, Master Kein told them, I could not make lubrication for this opening. They explained how it could be painful if not properly prepared. They went through a very thorough lecture on anal sex.