A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Chapter 21

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“Ah,” sighed Master Evan watching my face, “there is the terror I have becaccustomed to. I much prefer the humor, though. Brothers,” he addressed the group, “we take Ciara to market today and find something it likes. It preformed well for us on its first day. These slaves from Earth enjoy gifts. I say we give it one!”

I couldn’t stop myself,and my big mouth, “Why do you call‘it’? I’m a she, Master Evan!”

“Perhaps on Earth you were a she. There you could bear the young of a male of your species. Here you are an it. You will not breed with us, no matter what hole we use,” he finished and took a drink and then offeredthe cup; I knew better than to refuse.

I was stunned I would never be pregnant. My mother had sworn I’d be knocked up within the year. Boy, wouldn’t she have been surprised. I started to get sad thinking I would never see her again, but the discussion at the table got my attention.

“Ciara will need ornamentation when we leave it with the Keepers,”

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Master Bane noted. “Although I quite enjoy having it bare to us. I did not believe I would enjoy looking on the slave. I was wrong.”

I blushed furiously when all the men agreed I was pleasant to Look on.

No one had ever calledpretty before, much less stated they wanted to havewalk around naked. I looked at the floor and tried to think of a reason why I should wear clothes.

“My breasts will sag without support, Masters,” I muttered to the floor.

It was the truth, they were large. Without reinforcement they would start to look Like those women in National Geographic.

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Master Damien cupped a breast and ran a thumb over the nipple, which responded to him immediately. “They will not act as they did on your planet. The pull of weight is different here. Still for a slave with such attributes, there is something we could purchase to help them stand out.”

The group murmured appreciation and it was settled, we were going to market.

I knelt on a pad in a small room filled with hanging clothes as the men dressed around me. They talked and Laughed as they fitted themselves with white linen shirts and brown leather pants. Each of them had several sets of boots and they seemed to pick out the nicer pairs to wear.

I recognized the symbol they each pulled across their chests. Thick leather criss crossed them and a metal breast plate held a replica of the mark I carried everywhere. I wondered if the intricate design had meaning past the simple explanation they had given me.

From a cabinside the room they pulled out weapons. Each of them took out a wicked looking sword and put it in a scabbard at their waist. Master Christof also had several small knives that he placed in the small of his back. Master Bane carried short knives in holders that strapped tightly around his thighs. They each were armed like they were going to battle.

I wondered what I would wear. They never addressed the issue. The men just finished and directed me to the door that led out of their rooms.

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I stood naked and shocked as they opened the door.

“I can’t go outside without clothes, Masters,” I said hoping someone would appreciate I had pointed it out.

“You have no need for clothes, Ciara,” Master Damien patiently explained. “We are going to purchase ornamentation for you. Come, we must leave.”

“Like this,” I shrieked. “I can’t go out like this. Everyone can’t seelike this. I’m, I’m…”

They looked baffled by my refusal to step out the door. Tears started down my face again. I couldn’t bear the shof my nudity being displayed.

“Ciara, I do not care that the other Warriors look upon you. They will not touch you as long as you follow our rules. We will shield you from the eyes of the greedy shopkeepers with a cover. There is no reason for all this fuss,” Master Damien said Looking exasperated.

“No I pleaded, “I can’t walk outside naked! Please dressin something. “A shirt, Master Damien,” I begged, “please, just givea shirt.”

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