A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I yawned loudly and Master Evan smoothed my hair. They’d worn me out earlier. If they finished what we had started earlier, I would be too tired to enjoy it. That did not particularly bother them, no one felt denied.

“It is time for sleeping,” Master Damien announced rising and stretching.

We crawled into bed as a group perfectly content to rest and I dropped off to sleep.

“Where are we?” Christof asked looking around the large crowded auditorium.

It was the school near the motel. This was a branch campus to the local community college. I had planned to attend the next semester’s courses.

“Again with the dreams, Ciara?” Damien questioned leaning his tall frame against a desk beside us.

I felt rushed and frantic. My pen was buried in the bottom of my bag and I’d never find it in time to take the test. The paper I was supposed to be filling out kept disappearing off the desk. Failure was imminent if I didn’t find a pen and hang onto the paper.

“Ciara,” Master Kein said standing in front of me, “this is a dream. There is nothing to do. Tell us where this is

I wanted to stay anxious and fret, but it wasn’t possible. My men didn’t feel anxiety in this situation, just curiosity.

“School, community college, to be exact,” I said Looking around. “I had planned to apply to take classes the next semester. If I got a degree, I could get a better job,” I explained. “I wanted to teach,” I told them as they walked around the auditorium.

I’d visited the local community college several times. In my room at the motel I had my application all filled out. I had been figuring out how to work the financial aid the state offered. It was complicated, but this would have been my road to a better life.

The anger welled up surprisingly fast and I couldn’t hide it. This dream had been ripped from me, just like everything else. I would never be able to do anything Like this. I was taken and trapped on a world of monsters now.

Damien didn’t understand. My anger was misdirected, he believed. They took good care of me. I had done a horrible job of looking after myself. He shuddered remembering my hands.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“It would have gotten better!” I screamed at him in the dream. “I was going to make it better. It was my life, mine!” NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

All the barriers to such an outburst existed in my conscious mind and that was not present in dreams. The anger rolled through me and I wanted to escape them. I hated what they had done to me.

In the dream I ran through the halls of the school and onto the road. I ran as far as I could, but I could not escape them. When I turned to look they were always merely a step behind.

I woke up shaking and crying. Not since the first night had I let myself feel this. The sense of loss was too great and I crumbled beneath it. Moving quickly I went into the bathing room and sat cross legged on the floor to cry alone.

I cradled my pregnant belly and prayed for my child. Her life would be free, I hoped.

Christof came to get me. He had persuaded the other men to let me be for a moment.

“Come lay on the bed,” he soothed. “You will feel better closer to us.” I shook my head ‘no’. I wanted to be alone to grieve for what I had lost. Being right next to my owners wasn’t going to make me feel any better. Closing my eyes with my arms wrapped around my stomach I sat and sobbed.

Warmth settled on my other side and I opened my eyes.

“May I please be alone, Masters?” I asked the five men now sitting in the bathing room on the floor around me.

“No,” Master Bane said simply leaning against the wall.

“We suffer this together.”