A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“You were not offended when I tripped Rue, Ciara,” Master Kein said.

“That was different,” I argued. “He wasn’t going to make it past Master Bane anyhow.”

“And why was he not going to make it past me?” Master Bane asked sitting and watching the scenery absently.

“Nobody makes it past you when you have a mind to stop them, Master,” I said pulling at the filmy covering over my right breast.

A finger was lifting my chin and now Master Bane was watching me intently.

“Explain,” he ordered simply.

Master Bane’s eyes were boring into mine and I was afraid to Look away.

“You are very powerful, Master Bane. When you block the other men, they always fall before you,” I stammered.

“So I am the best chuke player?” Master Bane asked grinning.

I didn’t want to agree or disagree, so I went back to playing with the coverings over my breasts and made a non committal sound.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“You didn’t answer my brother, Ciara,” Master Kein said crouching on my other side.

“I really don’t know enough about the game to make such a judgement. It looks like you all play better than the other men,” I said feeling brilliant. hat was evasive, Ciara,” Master Bane said looking up at the sky.

“Tell me which of us is the best chuke player, in your opinion.”

I panted and my gaze went from man to man. Master Bane turned his head to watch my discomfort and his grin widened. I felt like prey again.

Now they were all staring at me with those predatory faces on. This was a game and one I was sure to lose. It seemed wrong to choose one over the other. Instinctively, I knew it would get me into trouble.

“You are the perfect team. I don’t know who is better,” I stammered and they started to close in on me.

“We said choose, Ciara,” Master Kein whispered in my ear, “or we put you at the posts for your disobedience.”

My eyes darted around and I found their feral smiles and narrowing eyes. Even Christof seemed to be enjoying the current fun. I hated the posts and I knew who would be the one dragging me up to them when the time came.

“Master Damien,” I barked out. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

He was the one who doled out the punishment for the family. If I had to choose, I’d choose the one that was going to be my punisher. Perhaps he would be Lenient.

The men turned to look at Master Damien who was still sprawled out on the grass.

“It isn’t wise to lie to us, Ciara,” he purred.

“I’m not lying,” I squeaked. “You aren’t as fast as Master Christof or as crafty as Master Kein, but your arm is stronger than Master Evan’s.”