A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

That was probably for the best, I thought as I put my head back on the pillows. Anything I said that was the truth would just get my men in trouble.

The next day I was fed, cleaned, and dressed by Rose’s owners. They took me to the Keepers with Rose. They told me if my owners couldn’t be found to give me my meal, the Keepers would do it.

Rose was curious about what was going on. I told her what was happening and she sat with me. Fuji found the entire thing odd. They both stayed with me all morning and we spoke to one another quietly.

Master Christof showed up at Lunch very Late looking much worse for the wear. None of the other Warriors greeted him as he took his seat in front of me. I tried not to look horrified at his condition.

Master Christof was beaten up badly, one side of his face was so swollen it Looked like it belonged to someone else. I saw a teeth marks on his neck and his arm hung slightly funny on one side. I assumed he had been with the women.

Master Christof pulled a scrap of dried meat out of his pocket and shoved it in my mouth. I tried to chew whatever it was, but it was too tough. I just worked on it and swallowed Little bits when I could.

“That is what you brought to feed a human?” the man next to us feeding Rose asked.

“It will eat what I bring, won’t you Ciara?” he asked patting my face.

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I gurgled an answer.

“Cousin, we helped train you. You cannot feed that to a human. It can’t chew that. It will lose mass and become ill if it is not fed correctly,” the man said softly.

It struck me that these guys were good. They took being screw ups to a level I had never witnessed before. Not that I was really willing to die to prove a point, but we’d proved I could live without Lunch on at least one occasion.

“We have been busy,” Master Christof told the man, “the slave will eat later or it won’t. If it dies, we’ll just get a new one.”

I choked a little, but prayed this was still part of the game. The thing in my mouth was getting softer. I figured if I chewed Long enough I’d probably get some nutrition out of it.

“Buy a meal from the Keepers, Christof, don’t be ridiculous. An ill slave is dishonorable, you all do not need anymore problems now,” the man said. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Christof laughed and told him I rarely got to eat a midday meal. They usually ate what they brought me and fucked me at lunch time. I was lucky I was eating today.

I nodded and put my face against his leg.

“You see,” Master Christof told the man, “they are more obedient when they are hungry.”

“We have seen it struggle with weight once, Christof, this is why. You are not doing a good job,” the man said loudly.

Master Christof just ignored him and strode out of the room. He ordered me to come with him and told me it was time for my noon time task. The other Warriors sounded really judgmental as we left and headed out the wall.

In the forest Master Christof took the stuff from my mouth and set it aside. He pulled a package from his shirt pocket and fed me. It was gross, worse than worms ever tasted.

“It is the worms, dried and preserved, they don’t taste as good this way,” he whispered, “but it will give you sustenance.”

“You might be doing too much,” I whispered back to him choking down the disgusting meal.

“No, we are proving we are not trustworthy,” he said quickly and shoved the original piece of stuff back in my mouth.