A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

The other man laughed and agreed. He had no interest in sex with a slave, he assured Master Damien. His Mistress kept him and his Brothers quite content.

I was tired and my feet were sore as we walked back toward our quarters.

“Nap?” Master Christof said in English and I gasp.

“You understand English?” I asked and they grinned at me.

“The word was in your mind. There is not an equivalent in our Language. Rest is rest, no matter what time it is taken at,” Master Christof shrugged.

When we made it home the men stripped me of my outfit. Much like a child, I was put to bed for a nap. Thick blankets were pulled over my body and tucked securely around me. I curled into the covers and was asleep in a matter of moments.

The dreams were back. We were sitting outside in the mountains. The men were sitting around a crackling fire Looking at me.

“Why are we here?” Master Christof asked.

“Where is here?” I questioned. The men explained to me where we were. They pointed out the different places in the rugged terrain. I was curious, so it was a geography lesson.

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“You have strange dreams when you sleep,” he said simply. “We find it quite distracting.”

I was pulled to stand as I woke up. The places they took me in their memories were amazing. It wasn’t necessarily intentional, but I did love it.

Evan pulled me to the closet where his Brothers were standing around. Since we were all dressed already, I didn’t understand.

“You belly dancing outfit will not fit you,” Christof explained.

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They had maintained a communication with the shopkeepers that outfitted the slaves. Fredrick had insisted they buy certain items last time he sent them a message. Namely, more chain for my waist and other strange clothing pieces. At the time they had found it odd, but he had insisted they would need it.

“That explains Fredrick’s strong desire to sell us this blue cloth,” I heard Kein say from the closet they kept their clothes in.

The men were worried about what I would wear tonight. They wanted me covered in front of Ronal and his Brothers. Frankly, I was shocked. I was never covered. They only Let me wear the belly dancing outfit for fun.

“We dislike their interest in you,” Damien said stiffly, watching Master Kein sort through fabric in the closet. “Apparently some men in the mountains are not like the Warriors in the compound.”

Evan’s face was twisted in a grimace as he remembered Ronal requesting I “entertain them”. Damien’s family had known men with slaves for many turns of the ringed moon. The honorable thing to do was ignore the slave. That’s what Damien and his Brothers always did.

Kein emerged victorious a moment later. In his hands were several swathes of deep blue.

“Fredrick said we would like it, now I see why,” Kein said shaking it out.

It was a wrap around style skirt, the size could be adjusted for my belly by tying it in a different place. In place of the hip scarf several silver coins hung around the edge of the skirt. The waves of blue mimicked my belly dancing outfit. For a top, Master Kein wrapped me in an adherent blue gauze that clung to my curves only partially obscuring them.

It still seemed risque to me, but the men were satisfied.

They stripped me of the new dancing outfit and placed me back in my warm clothes to walk to dinner.