A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I walked quickly to the bathroom and Master Christof followed. Once we were inside, I sat down facing the wall.

Master Christof stood and used one of the receptacles next me. I had used the Ladies room when other ladies were in there. It was different with a guy right next to you.

Christof cleaned me silently. As we made our way through the kitchen area I pointed hesitantly to a jug on the table. I found my kneeling place and waited. Master Christof let me have a long drink and then took one himself. it with me?” he asked quietly. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“Of course, Master Christof.”

I followed him into the lower level of the room. I admired him as he walked in front of me. He had a runner’s body, long and lean. Above the Linen shift he wore, he had several scars that sliced across his back.

Life was hard for everyone here, I surmised.

I noticed Master Christof kept his hair a Little shaggier than the rest of the men, not quite long, not quite short. It would have irritated my mother the way it fell over his eyes on the left side. I smiled sadly thinking about mom.

Master Christof sat down on a long chaise. I looked around for my kneeling pad. Chuckling softly, he pulled me to sit on the furniture with him. Master Christof laid back and pulled me to snuggle up next to him.

We lay silently for a bit. Master Christof just idly traced patterns over my arms. Finally, he spoke.

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“You were very brave to speak to another man on my behalf, Ciara,” he whispered into my ear, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Master Christof,” I replied softly.

“I am sorry,” he said quietly, “if I have caused you to fear me…”

I lay quietly and listened to his breathing for a moment before he spoke again.

“I know you are female,” he said so quietly I almost didn’t hear.

“After seeing you at the posts, I realize you are not dangerous. It would be simple to overpower you…”

I agreed, but didn’t say anything else. It wasn’t clear to me what I should say to him. He was right and I understood why he feared females.

Fearing me was admittedly pointless

Master Christof wasn’t Like the others. He was afraid of something that had taken and used him. Honestly, I felt a connection to him.

He seemed different than he had been earlier today. He absently rubbed my arms down onto my hips. Master Christof was relaxed and, for some reason, I didn’t mind the touching.

It had been a long day and I drifted, half asleep. Slowly, Master Christof shifted so I Lay on my back and he was on his side watching me. I didn’t stop him as he ran a hand over my chest.

Master Christof’s fingers was explorative, tentative. He seemed to be gauging my reactions. I made no sound of protest as the contact became more sexual.

He touched the entirety of both breasts before brushing his fingers over the nipples. I was arching into his hand by the time he reached the puckered tips. The pain from before was gone and his light wispy touching was driving me wild. When his hand strayed Lower I spread my legs for him, accepting this as my duty here.

“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” he whispered in my ear.