A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Eddy had been merciless with picking at me. He made my personal life a topic of conversation with all my uncles when they sat and drank beer in the front yard. Before I moved, it had gotten to a point I snuck out my window and walked around the back of the house when I went anywhere.

The constant jibes and hurtful remarks were too numerous to take.

I was scowling and staring at the floor when I felt Master Bane pinch a nipple. I Looked up at him shocked.

“Ciara, what are you thinking about?” he asked curiously offering me a piece of food that had obviously been delivered while I was daydreaming.

Oh God, I couldn’t tell them what I was thinking about Master Christof.

That could be really offensive here. I stammered out an answer about a creepy relative of my mother’s that this place reminded me of. That seemed to satiate them.

As we ate I took the chance to look furtively around the restaurant. I glanced at a girl at a table near ours that seemed to be human. She was sitting like I was, but she Looked up at the men that sat around her. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

It seemed she never took her eyes off of one of them. Her attention seemed odd to me. Staring at someone openly Like that, I would consider rude. Perhaps that was the right way to act, though.

I did take careful note of her appearance and attire. She didn’t look the way I thought a slave should. Her skin was clean and blemish free.

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She was wrapped in satiny orange strip of fabric. Long, blonde hair was bound in a bun at the back of her head. It looked thick and cared for.

Her entire appearance seemed to exude health.

Looking down at my own hands I was embarrassed for some reason. Despite that strangely effective cream, I still had cracks on my palms and thick callouses on my fingers. Comparing myself to the beautiful creature at the other table I felt lessened for some reason. Hopefully, my skin would heal quickly.

I glanced back at the woman and she was still staring at the men she sat with. She seemed to spend a little time watching each of them, whether they were talking or not. It was very strange behavior.

When Master Bane pinched my nipple this time he also gave it a sharp tug. I looked up and my owners were staring daggers at me.

“What are you doing, Ciara?” Master Damien growled.

“The girl in orange,“ I stammered, “I was watching her, the way she acts. I’m sorry, Master Damien.”

Master Damien and his brethren all turned to look in the direction I had been looking. They did look less angry when they turned back to me.

“That is not a girl or a she,” Master Damien informed me. “That is a slave. You will notice it only looks at its owners, as is appropriate.”

“Yes, Master Damien,” I said quietly vowing to keep my eyes on them in the future.

We continued to eat and I continued to be fed. I made a point to watch my owners and that seemed acceptable to them. Again, I was offered food and drink until I thought I would pop.

“Ciara, you must eat more,” Master Evan chastised from across the table.

“I can’t eat anymore. I’m full, Master Evan,” I said as I choked down another mouthful. I was frustrated and confused with their desire to feed me. “Why can’t you just feed me until I am full, Master Evan?”

“Humans do like to question, don’t they?” Master Kein said under his breath.