Entrapped To Alien Lords
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That single thought gave me a plan and a purpose. They liked to feelspecial, so I would give that to them. Their happiness was the key to mysurvival and I was determined to live.

In the bathhouse that night I washed Master Damien as usual. Heseemed to like me to rub along his lines, so that's usually how Iorganized myself. I ran my hands over his chest and back softlymassaging and cleaning. He was so well proportioned.

"Do you have an arm you favor, Master Damien?” I asked as I scrubbeddown his left forearm.

He had been sitting with his eyes closed. Opening them, he lookedquizzically at me. His expression seemed to be warring betweencuriosity and irritation.

"There is no end to your questions,” he commented, "and no, I do notprefer either of my arms. They work equally well."

That explained why he was built so equally. He didn't preferentially useone arm when he trained and fought. My attention moved to hisfingers and I cleaned each one.

"The callouses are thicker on this side,” I said running my thumbs overhis left palm and fingers.

"Yes," Master Damien said looking slightly uncomfortable, "but I amtrained to use both hands," he insisted.

"But you prefer to use this one,” I whispered watching his face carefully.His features hardened slightly and I looked away. I hadn't meant toanger him.

"Wash me, Ciara," he said, "and no more questions.”

Well, I had tried and I made up my mind I would try again. Evidentlysome things they didn't want me to notice.

It was still on my mind when they put me to bed that night. I curled upon my side between Master Damien and Master Evan. There would bemistakes, I soothed myself, but they wanted me to notice them, so Ishould continue.

I started when I felt Master Damien wrap around my back. He pulledme flush to his chest and was breathing into my ear. When he spoke hisbreath tickled.

"My brothers know I prefer my left arm to hold my sword,” hewhispered into my ear. "No one else has ever seen that."

"Yes, Master Damien, I apologize,” I said softly.

It wasn't really the appropriate response, but I wasn't sure what was.He was silent behind me for a short while, but he didn't release me.The arm across my middle shifted and he started to lightly pluck at mynipples. I bit back the moan in my throat as he fondled my chest.

" replace," he said low into my ear, "my left hand to be more accurate fordetailed work... like this. Other men have no such preference. Mybrothers have no preference.”

Squirming under his ministrations I grasped at his arm and felt the playof muscle beneath my hands.

"You are very talented with both of your hands, Master Damien," Iwhispered.

The chuckle rumbled from his chest and into mine and that tormentinghand thankfully ceased it's chore.

"Go to sleep, Ciara,” he said tucking the blankets around us.

I sighed and settled down quite satisfied with myself. Master Damienwasn't angry I had noticed, perhaps it would even make him happy Ipaid them that much attention. Tomorrow I would continue at the task Ihad set myself. It was a plan.

It was strange, but it was the little things they liked me to see. Theywanted me to notice the details of their lives and personalities. It waslike they wanted me to read their minds and react to whatever theywere feeling.

I understood why the girl in the restaurant had been staring at herowners. It was the only way to keep up with them. With five to lookafter, their changing moods and desires, absolute attention wasnecessary.

Once I learned what the men needed to be happy with me, life settledinto a rhythm. Being at my new home in the compound wasconsuming, but I enjoyed my time at the Keepers. It was my time torelax. Most days were like that: relax at the Keepers during the day andplease my owners at night.

My musical talents made me very popular when I was at the Keepersbecause the other girls really liked to dance. Fuji told me we wouldprobably end up entertaining our men together. Her men loved to seeher dance and she wanted to make them happy.

Fuji said I should dance, too. She started helping me practice whilesomeone plucked at a stringed instrument. It seemed the right thing todo, although dancing embarrassed me.

I did have some experience. Mom and I had taken a belly dancing classfor exercise one year. It was one of those New Year's Resolutions aboutlosing weight. I'd never been particularly good, the teacher said I wastoo shy. I loved the feel of the moves, though.

When I showed Fuji belly dancing I thought she'd hit the roof she wasso excited. We worked on it every day, since I started to practice I got alot better. I wasn't as shy about my body and that made a difference,too.

Still I preferred to dance with just Rose and Fuji. They thought mymodesty was kind of silly. Considering what was expected regularly ofme when I was home, I knew they were right. Modesty was something Ino longer had the luxury of.

At home, I was the embodiment of sex. For the men that owned me, Iwas a living, breathing sex doll. It was obvious I was their favorite toy.My owners were meticulous in caring for me. I had my daily vitamindrink, which I had heard them say was expensive. They washed me withthe finest soaps and rubbed my body with creams, so my skin was softand pliant.

Thanks to their care I looked like a different girl. My hair was healthyand shone in the light. Even my palms, which had stared out looking sobad, were now satiny to the touch. They spent money and time on methe way no one ever had.

My care did not stop with that. Although my outfits were mostly gauzeand see thru, I had a limitless supply of them. The room they storedtheir clothes was now packed with my flimsy ornamentation. Every day Iwas dressed up in a different outfit and paraded around like a prize.They took good care of me and were proud I belonged to them.

They shared in all my care and my use, except Christof. He seemed tokeep to himself and didn't fit in with the other men. The difference wasmost apparent during sex. He didn't use me with them.

Christof never took part in the wild group sex I was the focus of. Hewould wait and watch quietly, deferring when they asked him to join in.It upset my other owners, but they couldn't seem to talk to him aboutit.

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 wasmy boyfriend. We spent hours on the chaise cuddling, talking, andsometimes making love. What we did was always my choice and I lovedChristof deeply for giving me that. My time with him at night was myfavorite time.

Lunch was my second favorite time of the day. Most afternoons Christofcame to feed me. We had completely given up eating in the lunchroomand instead walked in the forest. It had become so common theKeepers left my kneeling pad in the courtyard and I waited for him justinside the wall.

Just like at home, Christof didn't treat me like a slave, but like an equalhe could talk to. When we were alone together, we were just friends. Ifed 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 homeand listened curiously to all of it. Stories about my prior life intriguedhim. 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, Icouldn't even lift his sword off the ground. We played 'warrior' with thebranches frequently.

"Who do you fight with?" I asked swinging my branch the way he hadtaught me to.

"Lighten your grip,” he instructed before answering. "Too tight a holdand you lose maneuverability.”

Once I had fixed my hands and released my death grip he answered myquestion.

"Men from the other villages close by. Sometimes there are raids andmen come to take things from the shopkeepers. It is our job to protectthem,” he told me. "We patrol around the surrounding area to keep theraiders out."

"Sounds stressful,” I commented wrinkling my nose.

"It's fun!" Christof laughed. "I love it when the other men come. Wetrain hard to best them. The skirmishes are exciting. My brothers alsolook forward to them." His face darkened and he looked differentsuddenly, "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 wasan odd comment and I wasn't sure who 'they’ were. He didn't want totalk about it, though. Instead, Christof asked about my mother. Heknew he could distract me by asking about her.

I rarely spoke to him long about my mom. The subject made me toosad and I would cry. I could never resist talking about her, so despitethe tears that came, I spoke freely.

As I talked, I remembered the good and the bad times. That stillconfused Christof greatly. He had never understood family the way Idescribed it.