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The fullness entered me a little at a time. I groaned and bit my lip in an effort not to feel the pleasure of it. He leaned down and licked at my ear and I arched into him.
He pulled back and pressed forward, grinding his pelvis against mine. An involuntary moan stole past my lips. He was so big and so long, it was always almost too much.
I couldn’t argue with him. The steady motion of him sliding in and out of me was too much to ignore. I moved my hips to meet his thrusts, but was otherwise held immobile on the bed.
“Tell me, Ciara,” he commanded, “explain to me how you are not cared for.”
“It’s not about the things you do,” I struggled to explain with panting breath. “It’s how you feel, Master Evan. You feel nothing.”
Master Evan slid a hand into the hair at the nape of my neck and pulled my head back slightly. He placed his lips over my fluttering pulse for a moment. “Right now I feel your racing heartbeat due to your excitement. I feel your slick walls gripping me.”
“I feel the flush of arousal on your skin,” Master Bane said reaching between Master Evan and I to fondle a nipple. “I feel the blood rushing to the tips of your breasts.”
Master Damien and Master Kein agreed that they felt the same things. I obviously had no idea what I was talking about. I felt fine, better than fine, in fact.
I wanted to argue with them. They had it all wrong, but Master Evan was making it difficult. He bucked against me, plunging down with enough force I felt pinned to the bed.
Master Evan’s teeth started to grow and I watched with fascination. His hips continued to grind into mine for several more minutes before he found his release.
Master Evan switched with Master Damien and they allowed me to wrap my legs around his waist. Master Damien explained he felt the smooth muscles underneath my skin. The ones I got by swimming in the ocean each afternoon.
“While we go to protect the village every day we leave you in safe place. We care for you even when we are not with you. The Keepers provide you with companions, entertainment, and exercise. You feel healthy,” he explained.
That wasn’t the point of what I had said. However, I had been so close to orgasm when Master Evan was above me. Master Damien had a way of moving that brought me back to the peak and left me teetering on it. He pushed his hips in a tiny circle each time he bottomed out inside of me.
The climax tore through me and I tried futilely to free my arms. My Masters just stroked my sensitive skin and praised me for taking the pleasure they offered. They didn’t let me loose, however.
I wanted to hold Master Damien still with my legs, but they were separated and held by Master Evan and Master Kein. I couldn’t stop the quaking tremors that rocked through me each time Master Damien ground down on me after that.
He didn’t stop moving until he swelled and exploded inside of me. I sensed each little burst coating my inner walls. I was so sensitive, so stimulated. Master Damien removed himself and leaned down to nibble on my breasts.
“You have never felt this good,” he said bringing his face beside my ear, “this cared for. That is why you do not understand it and it upsets you.”
I couldn’t disagree with him, because I didn’t remember the argument anymore.
Master Kein slipped between my legs and felt the oil being pushed and rubbed into my tight dark hole. The plug had been removed before the bathhouse, as it always was. I stretched around Master Kein’s fingers, bucking my hips against his hand. I craved these sensations now.
I knew the stretch and the cramp, they were always followed with the deep pleasure. Master Kein knew I liked it. He pushed the head of his long tool into the tight opening and then withdrew completely. He repeated several times. Shifting my hips up I sought to stop him from pulling away from me. I begged him with my eyes, not willing to say it out loud.
“We have taught you to feel pleasure here, where you only expected pain,” he said pushing his entire length into me. “This feeling was our gift to you, to enjoy each time we ask it of you.”
I moaned and let my head roll back. My eyes were shut as he slid in and out of me. It was a sinful indulgence. One I had been told multiple times on Earth was wrong and dirty. The knowledge that it was forbidden made it sweeter and more potent.
“Open your eyes, Ciara,” Master Bane commanded. “We wish to watch you respond.”
I opened my eyes and focused on the man above me. Master Kein’s beautiful face contorted with his pleasure and I was glad it was me that caused it.
My mind felt dulled and clouded. When Master Bane took Master Kein’s place, I left my arms where he had put them. There was no energy left to resist them.
Master Bane used his fingers to spread fresh oil around my well used backdoor. He slipped into me easily. He stretched and filled me to bursting. As he towered above me, I crashed into my second climax around his shaft.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.
Once he had finished with me, Master Damien picked me up.
“How do you feel, Ciara?” Master Damien asked me as he carried me to the bathroom.
I was a little hazy on how the conversation had turned out this way, but I knew the answer he wanted. I felt sure I wouldn’t be up for another round of convincing.
“I feel cared for, Master Damien,” I told him.
Once I was clean and dry I took my place on the bed between Master Evan and Master Damien. I was tired, but still worried. The men had no such concerns and fell fast asleep. I lay still and waited for the middle of the night when Christof usually woke to walk me to the bathroom.
Looking in Christof’s direction for the hundredth time, he was finally looking back at me. I got off the bed and he followed me. In the bathroom I pulled him down to my level and begged him.
“Please, go to the coupling,” I whispered in his ear, “just try for me. They don’t understand me like you do. I couldn’t survive without you, please.”
He sighed and his hair fell in his eyes. I pushed it back and looked at him beseechingly.
“I will try, Ciara,” he said stroking my shoulders.
The next twenty days were hell for me. The coupling was getting closer and closer. I was worried Christof wouldn’t go, worried he wouldn’t be able to preform, and worried the women would take him again.
As often as he came to the Keepers I talked to him about it. He always said not to worry, he would go. I didn’t believe him. The look in his eyes was one of defeat. Christof just wasn’t going to argue about it, but he had chosen to die.
Overall, I wasn’t sleeping and could barely eat. Now when they fed me too much I vomited on the spot; I just couldn’t hold anything down. To make matters worse, I was jumpy. Master Evan thought that was funny initially, but tired of the game quickly.
The only benefit I noticed was my hips were slimming down. My tummy was flatter also. I didn’t have a mirror to look in, but I could feel it. My panels hung a little lower, too.
I’d never been so stressed it made me lose weight before. Usually I had the opposite problem. Unfortunately, another problem arose also. The last problem made my owners pay attention to everything.
Master Evan pulled me onto the bed and went down between my thighs one evening. He loved to taste me and I really enjoyed it also. Master Damien was caressing my neck and Master Kein was nibbling at my breasts. After several minutes Master Evan stopped and propped himself up over my belly. I ran a hand lovingly through his long hair.
“What’s wrong?” Master Damien asked him looking up.
“I don’t know, brother, but it is not responding as it usually does. The taste is different and there is no lubrication,” he said continuing to watch my face.
“No matter, Master Evan,” I tried reasoning with him, “use the oil.”
“I have seen illness in the eyes brothers. Look at them, they rest farther back,” Master Bane said from across the bed.
“No, no, no,” I argued trying to pull Master Kein back to my breast and pushing on Master Evan’s head, “everything is fine. I just need more time. Use the oil if I’m taking too long Masters.”
“It is losing mass,” Master Kein noted touching my hips. “The vomiting is not normal and it is not passing. I have talked to Basin and his brothers, they also keep an Earth slave. This one is ill.”
“Call the healer,” Master Damien said sitting up.
I couldn’t beg them out of it and my solution of using the oil was ignored like it didn’t exist. They wouldn’t listen when I told them women on earth sometimes needed a little help. I begged them to use the oil.