Female Novel
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I looked wildly around and saw Master Damien and Master Evan eyeing me with distrust. From theposition of their hands they had put me back on the pole. Master Christof's face showed obviousdislike.
"It was only kissing my hand, it is human brothers. Basin and his brothers spoke of this. It was onlya feathering of the lips. Show them Ciara, do it again," Master Kein said offering me his hand.
Master Bane did not withdraw his length and left me full and uncomfortable. Still I took the profferedhand and gently kissed the back once.
"Again," Master Kein whispered softly.
At his insistence I had soon kissed the entire back of his hand. I moved my attention to his fingersand his palm.
I felt Master Bane watching, but the desire in him to move must have been too great. His length wasslowly forcing it's way in and out of my tight hole again. The area was starting to get more sore andfelt drier. He rested most of the way out of me.
"Brothers, more oil," he called.
I felt Master Damien rise from the bed and saw him hand the small metal container to Master Bane.For being alien slave owners they were surprisingly sensitive to what I needed. Master Bane usedthe oil and then grunted as he thrust in.
It was unexpected that with the right amount of the oil how pleasurable it was to be taken this way.My body was full and darkly stimulated. Without notice I was pushing my hips against Master Bane
and trying to take him deeper. Back on my knees and elbows, I was grunting with him. I wasreveling in the sensations as he dragged in and out of me.
Fingers were back on my clit, whose I didn't know. Large calloused hands were caressing my tightnipples. With my eyes closed I could only imagine it was Master Evan's mouth that was blowing hotair into my ear and sucking on the lobe.
I moaned my displeasure when Master Bane erupted before me, but I wasn't left wanting. A newoiled prick slid easily down my dark tunnel. This one was thinner, but longer. I recognized MasterKein's voice behind me.
"Much better than our women," he chuckled as the other man fell to the bed panting.
After watching so long Master Kein was in no mood for the niceties he had encouraged in hisbrother. Luckily, I was stretched and oiled. I peaked as he did, screaming and convulsing on hislength.
Again, as he poured into me, I felt the petting and heard the compliments. I had done well to findpleasure again. They felt I was very good at what I was doing.
Master Kein rolled off of me and I lay on my stomach exhausted and reeling from the intensity ofthis experience. I licked my lips and they felt dry. Between my legs felt sticky and I was covered in asheen of sweat. Overall, I was thirsty and had to pee.
I felt a hand slide down my back and across my buttocks. The resulting shiver was residual sexualarousal mixed with trepidation. I didn't know how much more I could take.
"You see, Ciara," Master Damien said from behind me, "you will come to crave us. You will touch usto bring us pleasure without fear. We knew you would be good for us when we saw you, we werecorrect."
The men sat and agreed with Master Damien. They also commended me on taking pleasure somany times. I responded excellently to them.
In a strange way the praise made me proud. Sill, I wondered how much more I could take. Somepart of me remembered one member of the team had not had a go. I wished they would let me drinkand use the toilet first. Did a slave have the right to ask? Probably not, I decided. They had beennice and hadn't hurt me intentionally so far, I didn't want to push my luck.
"Come, Ciara, kneel before me," Master Evan said standing several feet from the bed.
I turned and looked up at him blearily, following his instructions without thinking.
Master Damien sighed and urged me forward until the soft pillow was beneath my knees.
"When we say kneel, we mean on your resting place, Ciara, not on the floor," he said distastefully.
In this position the combined fluids in my bottom half started to run. I felt like I was literally droolingcum. It made the sticky feeling that much worse.
A jug of sweet water was offered to my lips and I took it greedily. A small amount escaped out of mymouth and ran down onto my breasts. I started to wipe it off and was stopped. Master Kein dried itup with a small towel.
"Come," Master Bane said encouraging me to rise.
I was shaky on my feet and leaned into him wherever he was taking me. He put an arm around mywaist and supported me as we went.
We walked out of the room with the bed into a large split level room. The upper half looked to be anarea for eating with two long semicircular bars facing one another, five chairs were sat in front of
them. The lower part of the room had a low fire going and was decorated with five comfortablelooking places to sit.
I was led through these rooms to a large tiled room. These men apparently had indoor plumbing. Asmall circular area was set apart. It had what looked like shower heads across the wall, five of them,all pointing to the center.
Across from the showers I was sat on what resembled a heavily lacquered wooden pot. Notsurprisingly there were five of them. The one Master Bane sat me on didn't move off the floor, butwas empty. A series of knobs adorned the wall above it.
"A human should relieve itself of fluid and any waste afterward, you may do that here," Master Banesaid and then stood looking at me expectantly.
I wiggled around and looked at him mournfully, "I can't do it with you watching," I said. Adding therequired, "Master Bane," in response to a raised eyebrow.
He laughed at me. "You have done this with me watching once already, Ciara. In front of the entireauction in fact. Now relieve yourself," he commanded. "The saleswoman sold us a kit to relieve youof your fluid if you refuse. She said it would be painful for you. Do you wish me to retrieve it?" heasked.
I concentrated on thinking of running water and was thrilled when the tinkle of pee hit the bottom ofthe pot. Chancing a glance up Master Bane was still watching me intently. He was entirely naked.
The bronze hair I had seen on his chest continued in a line down his stomach and surrounded hisgroin. He had scars everywhere on his muscular body. Even some that looked like teeth marks. Itwas his cock that really got my attention.novelbin
His organ was massive and still erect. I wondered how many more times it would take before it wentdown. It also struck me to wonder what the lady at the auction had done so I could take that up myass without much trouble.
Master Bane caught me examining him and squatted in front of me so his tool hung suspended inthe air. I was still staring at it.
"What are you thinking, Ciara?" he asked curiously.
"Nothing, Master Bane," I said blushing.
"Ciara, you were thinking of something. You will tell me what it is while I clean you."
I started as he took a damp cloth from the counter and ran it between my legs. I was sore.
He gently pinched my pouting labia and asked again, "Tell me what you were thinking of."
I squirmed against him and decided to answer, "How many more times will you have sex with metoday, Master Bane?" I asked quietly.
"A human cannot take us as many times a day as our women can. You have performed yourfunction for today," he said standing me up.
I continued to stare at his organ and he didn't miss it.
"What are you thinking now?" he sighed.
"I was wondering what the auction lady did so it didn't hurt that bad when you had sex with my ass,Master Bane."
"She cleaned you and stretched you while you slept. We will continue to keep you clean there andstretch you, so it will not hurt," he answered leading me into the area with the showers.
Now I was curious, I couldn't understand what he meant about continuing to keep me clean. Despitewhat they obviously thought, I could wipe myself.
"How will you keep me clean, Master Bane?" I asked as he turned a knob and water hit me from allsides.
Stupid question, of course, this is how they would keep me clean.
"That is where you make waste, much like we do. We will wash the area out regularly and stretch it,so we can use it when we wish. Now that the process has begun it will not be painful for you."
It hit me. They were planning to give me enemas to keep me clean and use something to stretchme. My horrified expression must have amused him.
"Ciara, these things are done on your world also. The saleswoman told us of this procedure," hesaid starting to soap me with a sponge.
The thing he used to wash me was deep blue, but otherwise looked like the expensive naturalsponges I had seen in fancy bath shops. Mom and I had just used washcloths.
"Why are you cleaning me, Master Bane? I know how to wash myself," I said as he worked over mychest and stomach.
I would have assumed a slave on a strange world would be the one doing the washing part, notgetting washed.
"So many question... You must be cleaned. In fact, we were told you would want to batheafterward," he told me.