Chapter 5

“I’m sorry I didn’t call you master, Master. Please, tell me where I am. Why are you calling me Ciara? Why am I here? I’m sorry, Master.” I stumbled all over my words and looked at the floor.

Tears started to fill my eyes, again. I was too weak; I should fight them. The entire experience was humiliating.

“We have named you Ciara that is why I am calling you that. You are on the planet Pateria. You are our sex slave.”

I gasp looking up but he continued to speak.

“You were brought from your home planet through a dimensional portal. They don’t open often on your world, so you can’t go back. If you are agreeable your life here will be pleasant. If you can’t be agreeable, well, we’ll be very sorry for that.”

Master Evan finished his speech by quickly wiping a tear off my cheek. I watched as he brought it to his lips.

“Well?” the dark haired man on the bed asked looking at Master Evan.

“Salt and something else,” he said.

The lanky man spoke then, “Ciara, what do you keep making with your eyes?” he asked curiously.

I didn’t have a word for it in the language I was thinking in. “I’m sorry, Master,” I said getting flustered, “there is no word… Master.”

“Was there a word in your first language?” the lanky man asked.

I thought hard for a minute and tried to remember, it finally came to me. “Tear, Master,” I said triumphantly.

My face fell the minute I realized what an idiot I was being. In my confusion, Master Evan had wrapped his hand around my arm and was pulling me back to the bed.

The dark haired man looked at the lanky guy sharply as he spoke. “It is not to speak of its home planet again, Christof. Do not encourage that behavior,” he said.

Master Evan continued to tug me toward the bed and I resisted.

“Please,” I cried with a wavering voice pulling against him, “don’t do this. Please don’t hurt me. I want to go home.”

The words sex slave kept rolling around in my head. I was not cut out to be anyone’s sex slave.

Master Evan pulled harder and I stumbled forward. The arm still ached from his prior abuse, so I didn’t fight too hard against him. Instead, I looked around the room for some other way out.

My frantic eyes locked on the bed and the two figures still lounging there. The dark haired man I had originally thought bought me was watching my display intently.

“We have no wish to harm you,” he said. “We have paid a great deal for you and only wish to explore what we have bought.”

‘They paid a lot? For me?’ I was so surprised that I stopped pulling against Master Evan for a moment.

I saw a fifth figure moving into the room. He held a large brown jug in his hands.

“We should give it water,” he said to the group. “It lost fluid at the auction has not taken any since.”

His hair was reddish brown and cut in short waves about his head. He was leaner than the others with a more finely muscled appearance. His waist had the same linen shift, though.

At the sound of something to drink I was suddenly parched. I licked my dry lips and watched him. He came to rest in front of me and dropped something on the ground.

“Kneel Ciara and Kein will give you something to drink,” Master Evan commanded.

I was so thirsty. Master Evan put his hands on my shoulders and encouraged me to comply. Slowly, I kneeled down and realized a thick, soft cushion was under my knees. I reached for the jug and was tutted.

Master Kein brought the jug to my lips and I took a tentative sip. It tasted like cool water with a hint of something sweet. I gulped as fast as he would allow me to drink. I didn’t finish until the jug was empty.

When I was done drinking, Master Evan pulled me to stand again. He grabbed the arm he had twisted so viciously before and I didn’t fight as he pulled me to the bed. Pushing gently he forced me away from the edge, so I sat fully on the firm mattress.

Master Kein had set the jug down and moved beside the dark haired man. Master Evan slowly crawled until he was right beside me, facing me. I sat stiffly and upright watching the men surround me.

Master Evan sat very close next to me and looked into my eyes deeply. I flinched, but otherwise stayed still, when his hand came up to trace my the line of my nose.

“Open your mouth, Ciara,” he commanded and I did.

The Dark haired man leaned forward until he and Master Evan were directly in my face.

Dark hair used his fingers to pull my lips back and he seemed to be examining my teeth. Using the flat of his finger he examined my entire mouth. Master Evan assisted him. It felt like he was pinching and playing with my tongue. They seemed satisfied with whatever they found.

When the men removed their fingers I hesitantly closed my mouth. Master Evan touched my lips and I automatically opened them for him. He was no longer interested in the inside, though. The strange man sat and rubbed his fingers across my full lips.

“So soft,” he said looking back at the dark haired man.

Just like the rest of me my lips were curvy and thick. The color and texture seemed to mesmerize Master Evan. The attention was beginning to unnerve me again.

The dark haired man sat back and considered me. Master Evan stayed in my face and placed his fingers over the staccato pulse under my jaw.

“Do not fear us, Ciara. We will not cause you harm. We will protect you,” he said.

I wished I could believe that. Contrary to their words my arm still throbbed. It was a constant reminder what they could do if they cared to.

Dark hair laid a hand on my shoulder and I watched him warily. I jumped when Master Evan laid a hand on the opposite shoulder. They slowly started to stroke my arms on either side.