A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Instead, Christof would awaken with me in the middle of the night and “take his
time’ as he said. He was so sweet and gentle; it was like he was my boyfriend.
We spent hours on the chaise cuddling, talking, and sometimes making love.
What we did was always my choice and I loved Christof deeply for giving me
that. My time with him at night was my favorite time.
Lunch was my second favorite time of the day. Most afternoons Christof came to
feed me. We had completely given up eating in the Lunchroom and instead
walked in the forest. It had become so common the Keepers left my Kneeling pad
in the courtyard and I waited for him just inside the wall.
Just like at home, Christof didn't treat me Like a slave, but like an equal he could
talk to. When we were alone together, we were just friends. I fed myself from the
bowl and usually chose what direction to walk in. He just accompanied me as I
explored different places in the forest. Christof just seemed to need someone he
could relax around.
I got comfortable with Christof. He encouraged me to talk about home and
listened curiously to all of it. Stories about my prior Life intrigued him. How
humans lived together, males and females in the same place, it amazed him.
Christof never minded my questions and told me all about this world.
One day he showed me how to hold a sword. I had to use a branch, I couldn't
even lift his sword off the ground. We played “warrior’ with the branches
frequently.
“Who do you fight with?” I asked swinging my branch the way he had taught me
to.
“Lighten your grip,” he instructed before answering. “Too tight a hold and you lose
maneuverability.”
Once I had fixed my hands and released my death grip he answered my
question.
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“Men from the other villages close by. Sometimes there are raids and men come
to take things from the shopkeepers. It is our job to protect them,” he told me.
“We patrol around the surrounding area to keep the raiders out.”
“Sounds stressful,” I commented wrinkling my nose.
“It's fun!” Christof laughed. “I love it when the other men come. We train hard to
best them. The skirmishes are exciting. My brothers also look forward to them.”
His face darkened and he looked different suddenly, “We enjoy fair battles we
can win with skill and strength.
“They’ are not all Like that.”
I tried to ask about the Last comment, but Christof distracted me. It was an odd
comment and I wasn't sure who “they’ were. He didn’t want to talk about it,
though. Instead, Christof asked about my mother. He knew he could distract me
by asking about her
I rarely spoke to him long about my mom. The subject made me too sad and I
would cry. I could never resist talking about her, so despite the tears that came, I
spoke freely.
As I talked, I remembered the good and the bad times. That still confused
Christof greatly. He had never understood family the way I described it.
His family was his brothers and they got along perfectly. I told him how my family
kicked me out of my bed and sometimes ate all the food. I explained the unkind
remarks and the many beatings they had given me.
The idea of having a family that hurt you or couldn't be trusted baffled Christof.
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“I have female parts,” I said stubbornly making him Laugh. “Your inability to put a
child in me doesn’t mean I'm not female.”
He said he didn’t care if I said that around him, but it would make his brothers
upset. I grumbled a Little, but agreed with him. It would have to be our Little
secret.