A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Men here believe a human only has one purpose,” Christof said gently.

“We wish to be sure they did not use you for it. If you are damaged, we will care for you.”

I was so frustrated I rolled my eyes as they bent my knees and pressed them apart.

“They didn’t mean to hurt me,” I repeated. “They did not use me. Don’t you think I would tell you all if something like that happened? Don’t you think I’d look upset or in pain?”

My questions were ignored and I felt Christof’s long fingers gliding up my thighs. When he reached the juncture he softly touched the outer lips and then pulled them apart. He let out an audible breath finding everything untouched.

“And the other?” Evan asked quietly.

Christof’s fingers sought Lower down and found the knot of my ass. He gave it a gentle stroke before answering Evan.

“She was not harmed here,” he stated with certainty.

“Told you so,” I said briskly folding my hands over my stomach.

My tone irritated Evan and he got right in my face. “Did you enjoy being touched by them?” he asked hotly.

“Is that how you like to be treated? Did you feel safe with them?!”

I was offended at the presumption, but I didn’t want to start a fight. It seemed to me Evan was just upset and wanted to battle with someone. He needed to be calmed down not riled up. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

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“You know I didn’t,” I soothed cupping his chin.

“I just wished you would believe me when I told you what happened. The men came to deliver @ package. They were dressed strangely and I panicked. To keep me quiet they put a hand on my arm and over my mouth. The lead Brother scolded the other man for using too much force.”

I saw Evan’s mood shift and sway. Christof wasn’t upset and neither was Kein, at least not outwardly. The surrounding calm seemed to slowly be working its magic on Evan. He dipped his fingers into the pot in Kein’s hand and started to rub the bruise on my face. Kissing my forehead he murmured an apology.

“What exactly did the men bring?” Christof asked once the bruises had started to fade.

Evan would have continued to coat me in the cream, but Damien came in and made him stop.

“New marks heal quickly and so do shallow marks. These are deep, Brother, and were allowed to sit.” Damien said. “They will need multiple treatments.”

Evan didn’t like it, but he deferred to Damien.

I was redressed in my warm blue outfit and I pulled the box out to show them. The men did grin madly over the gift of tami leaves. Damien took those to Bane, so he could use them to flavor the roast we’d be having for dinner. From the main room I heard the young boys’ excitement over getting to try this treat for the first time.

Christof took the pad and examined it. He pressed his hand to the face and it recognized him. The pad advised he could Leave a message for Kennedy if he so choose.

“Be gentle, Brother,” Damien advised laying a hand on Christof’s shoulder, “but the young one needs to understand that men cannot be sent to her Mama. Tell her we will speak with anyone that she needs to

send. They need only offer her name and we will listen with patience.”