A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

I was flipped and pulled up to my knees. My arms crossed awkwardly in front of me and I felt something small, soft, and wet lapping against me back there.

“Please no, Master, that’s dirty. Please, don’t do that,” I begged wiggling around.

A tongue ran up my spine and to my hair line. I was sure it was Master Evan’s body that now covered mine.

“No more protesting Ciara, it is unbecoming,” he whispered nipping my ear.

Finding it had flavor he tasted my ear completely, pressing his tongue into my canal. I loved to have my ears played with and moaned as he tasted. It was brought to his attention I had two ears. He moved my head so he had access to the other one. For me, it was heaven.

“Do you like that, Ciara?” he asked me using his big fingers to continue to stroke and pull on my ears.

“Yes, Master,” I moaned getting lost in his hands.

“Use my name Ciara, every time,” he requested returning his lips to my ear.

“Yes, Master Evan,” I replied.

His body shifted and I felt another person settle between my legs. Mindlessly, I allowed myself to be spread. I felt the head of a cock pressing against my nether lips and froze.

My boyfriend at home had always made sure I felt him for several days afterward, every muscle in my body clenched. Bracing myself, I closed my eyes and waited for the pain.

“Ciara,” Master Damien called softly, “relax for me. We will not hurt something we own,” he repeated stroking my back and thighs.

Lost on a strange world, surrounded by aliens that wanted to fuck me I tried to relax. I felt my body yield to the pressure and Master Damien slipped into me with a slight push. He was large, but I was very wet. He pressed firmly until his rod was embedded in my flesh. I heard him moan my new name and he stayed very still inside of me. He wasn’t causing me pain, so I did calm down a little.

“It is amazing,” Master Damien said softly, but he still didn’t do anything.

I was still as stone waiting, but nothing happened. The heavy weight inside of me made me want to move, though.

A hand stroked down my back and Master Evan spoke from beside me.

“It doesn’t fight.”

After a while I opened my eyes and looked around. The men were all alternating staring at me or at Master Damien, who was motionless behind me. Maybe this was how they had sex, if so I felt buying me was a big waste of money.

“Aren’t you supposed to move or would you like me to move? On my planet we go back and forth. I only did it a couple of time, but is it different here … Master Damien?”

I couldn’t stop rambling once I started. It was such an unusual position to be in: impaled on someone’s cock while other men watched.

“You ask many questions, Ciara. Yes, I would like to move; you may stay still. I was merely enjoying this for a moment,” Master Damien said slowly starting to glide in and out of me.

It felt really good once he started to thrust. He rubbed something deep inside of me every time and I felt my own desire building. Inadvertently, I started to push back against him. A murmur passed through the group when they noticed me, but I wasn’t chastised.

“Sir, may I take my hands off the pole? I won’t do anything bad. It would just be easier if I could lean on my hands, Master Damien,” I said before I realized slaves probably shouldn’t ask to be comfortable.

It was just leaning on my elbows with my forearms crossed and stuck to a pole in front of me was such an awkward position. Master Kein moved forward and removed the rope restraining me.

I moved to my hands and knees, so now my breasts hung freely. They were large and had gotten me in more than a little trouble. When you have large breasts everything seems to show them off. Now they swung with each forceful plunge.

Master Evan and Master Kein noticed and stroked my breasts liberally, thoroughly entertained by the swaying orbs. It felt good and I whispered to them not to stop. That was the only encouragement they needed.

My breasts got all the attention they ever wanted after that. Master Kein gave up stroking and went back to sucking. He scooted so he lay beneath me.

I felt certain I would smother the man with my chest, but he moaned in pleasure directly beneath them. Soon I was lost in the sensation of his hands, lips, and teeth exploring the rounded flesh. His wet mouth passed repeatedly over the reactive tips of my nipples making them into puckered little nubs.

Hands were everywhere on me, stroking my sex, my back, and my hips. It was an amazing experience. I shouldn’t have orgasmed, but I did, stuttering into the pillow in front of me.

The stroking hands never stopped and heard them all telling me how good I was for finding pleasure. I felt for moment like a puppy that had finally learned a new trick. It was very strange.

My sheath gripped at Master Damien fiercely and the orgasm lasted forever. It must have felt good for him, too. He took two swift plunges into my convulsing depths and said a series of words I didn’t understand.

I had no time to recover as a new set of hands gripped me and a hard cock plunged inside. I moaned at the invasion, not because it felt bad, but because it felt so good. This cock was larger and I felt the stretch. I turned my head and Master Evan was rocking himself above me.

He was saying something, but I couldn’t understand him. I wondered if I had turned off their language or forgotten it. Fear gripped me. What if they were giving me instructions and I wasn’t responding?

“Master Evan, I don’t understand you, sir, Master.”

I couldn’t figure out how to finish my sentence and he was still plowing into my sensitive tissue. It was hard to concentrate.

Master Evan slowed a little as he spoke. “We did not have the saleswoman place all of our words in you Ciara. There are words you do not need to use.”

His pace quickened as he finished his statement. I glanced back and he looked ecstatic. Master Bane forced my head forward again. If it wasn’t for the sexual frenzy, I’m sure the grip Master Evan had on my hips would have been considered painful.

Master Evan continued to thrust as Master Bane passed a hand over my mostly bald mound. As he started to rub over my engorged clitoris I bucked and moaned. The convulsions that had been fading started over again.

Master Damien had lay down beside me and was stroking the breast Master Kein wasn’t fondling. He praised me with gentle words and continued touches as he watched with rapt attention.

My orgasm was finishing when Master Evan shouted words I couldn’t understand to the ceiling. I didn’t know how much more I could take, my pussy was twitching but sore. I felt oil being poured over my backside and stroked into my asshole. Whimpering I looked to Master Damien, but knew what he would say.

Fingers were gently spearing into me. They stretched and prodded slowly, but I was still terrified. In fear my legs dropped me to the bed. Pillows were placed under my belly until I held the position they liked.

It felt as though I was dripping with oil as they stretched me. Even in my haze of fear I felt grateful for that. I knew this could be painful and it could make me bleed.

“The saleswoman has already cleaned and stretched you Ciara. We will never harm something we own,” Master Bane said covering my body with his.

Hands separated my plump buttocks on either side and I felt the thick head of his cock teasing the outside of puckered entrance. It was darkly erotic, but still, I’d always heard anal sex hurt.

Better judgement to the side, I begged them, “Please don’t do this, it will hurt. Please leave my bottom alone, just use me the other way.”

“We will not hurt what we own,” Master Damien said sternly, “but this is ours to use.”

I struggled slightly in anger and was surprised when I accidentally pushed myself against Master Bane’s erect shaft. He pushed forward and I felt the head of his oiled cock pop into my ass. It ached and burned. Grabbing my hips he grunted and pushed forward. His searing length took my breath away and a strangled cry forced past my lips.

As I lay panting, strange words filled my ears again. They were similar to what Master Evan had said earlier. They must be cuss words. Master Bane laid across me leaving his length still inside. My butt felt crampy and I stayed very still underneath him. I just wanted him to be done.

“So anxious Ciara, is it really so bad to be filled by my brothers and I? Is this practice unknown to you? We were told you would be familiar with this,” Master Kein said curiously watching me.

He seemed younger than the other men and his eyes were kind. I focused on him as Master Bane withdrew his length and I tried to answer. Master Bane shoved himself home in a mighty push and I cried out loudly this time. My body couldn’t take this treatment. I felt like I would tear in half at any minute. Master Kein looked concerned.

“Brother,” he said in a chastising voice, “gentle with this hole, oil the other if you wish to rush.”

“Ahh, feels like I am in one of our women; hard to remember it is not the same,” Master Bane said withdrawing and then pushing back in slower.

I lay still and tried to relax. This was going to happen whether I liked it or not. Fighting would only get me hurt.

Soon the push and pull were not unpleasant. I spread my legs slightly and was able to get on my knees again. There was more control in this position and it didn’t feel like I was being thrust into the mattress each time

Low in my belly the sensations started to grow. I closed my eyes and grunted with each entry. As Master Bane exited I felt the pull of him across me, tantalizing my overstimulated senses. Somehow one of the pillows had bunched between my legs and it had started to rub my clit each time he moved.

Hot breath was in my face and I opened my eyes looking into Master Kein’s golden brown orbs. No eye on earth could have held these intense colors.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“You did not answer me Ciara. I wish to know if it is so bad for you,” he asked stroking his fingers through my hair.

“No, Master Kein, it is better now. Thank you, sir,” as I finished my statement the hand in my hair passed near my face. I grabbed it and kissed the back of it, grateful he had slowed his brother down.

Before I could move again Master Bane had slammed his length home and was pressing me into the bedding. Both hands were tied back to the pole at the center of the bed. My heart hammered in my chest.

“I’m sorry, Master Kein,” I managed to strangle out with Master Bane’s weight over me. “I didn’t mean to offend, Master,” my brain was on overload and I wanted to cry. I had only meant to be grateful.

“Brothers, patience,” Master Kein said disengaging my wrists from the center pole of the bed.