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I was soon very full. I tried to refuse a bite from Master Evan and he frowned at me.
"Eat Ciara, the saleswoman showed us a way to force food into you. It did not look pleasant to me."
I dutifully opened my mouth and took in another bite. I thought to myself that it would serve them right if I threw up because I ate too much. I nearly did retch when a thought crossed my mind. Master Evan would probably want to taste it. I held my food down and had to stifle a smile.
Master Evan would literally eat anything that came out of me. I wondered what would happen when I got a cold. That usually made my nose run like a faucet. Oh, what a nasty thought.
I didn't notice the light chatter at the table had gone strangely quiet and my companions were all staring at me. I was still chewing my last bite and smiling at my own sick sense of humor when I looked up.
Master Damien lifted my chin and looked into my eyes as I gulped down my food. I was terrified I must have missed something.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked looking far too interested.
"Nothing, I'm sorry I wasn't listening. Did I miss something, Master Damien?" I lied to him.
Master Damien held my chin and seemed to consider for a moment before he spoke again, "We gave you our language because we wished to hear you speak. Always answer me when I ask you a question and always tell me the truth. Now tell me, what were you thinking about?"
I gulped and looked at the bulky muscles of his physique. This man could beat me to death before I could raise an arm in self defense. In fear, my mouth spilled out exactly what had been in my head.
"I was thinking that if I threw up it would serve you right for forcing me to eat. Then I thought Master Evan would taste it and that would be gross. Lastly, I was thinking about the next time I get sick and my nose runs with snot Master Evan will want to taste that, which is even grosser."
I was panting with terror and Master Damien had the nerve to laugh at me. The whole table had the nerve to laugh. Master Kein laughed so hard he had to bend over double and move away.
Once he had recovered Master Evan stroked my hair. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.
"I taste you and your healthy fluids to get to know you better. I have a sense for creatures I have tasted. It would help us track you, should we ever need to."
I would never get away if that was the case.
"Ah," sighed Master Evan watching my face, "there is the terror I have become accustomed to. I much prefer the humor, though. Brothers," he addressed the group, "we take Ciara to market today and find something it likes. It preformed well for us on its first day. These slaves from Earth enjoy gifts. I say we give it one!"
I couldn't stop myself, me and my big mouth, "Why do you call me 'it'? I'm a she, Master Evan!"
"Perhaps on Earth you were a she. There you could bear the young of a male of your species. Here you are an it. You will not breed with us, no matter what hole we use," he finished and took a drink and then offered me the cup; I knew better than to refuse.
I was stunned I would never be pregnant. My mother had sworn I'd be knocked up within the year. Boy, wouldn't she have been surprised. I started to get sad thinking I would never see her again, but the discussion at the table got my attention.
"Ciara will need ornamentation when we leave it with the Keepers," Master Bane noted. "Although I quite enjoy having it bare to us. I did not believe I would enjoy looking on the slave. I was wrong."
I blushed furiously when all the men agreed I was pleasant to look on. No one had ever called me pretty before, much less stated they wanted to have me walk around naked. I looked at the floor and tried to think of a reason why I should wear clothes.
"My breasts will sag without support, Masters," I muttered to the floor.
It was the truth, they were large. Without reinforcement they would start to look like those women in National Geographic.
Master Damien cupped a breast and ran a thumb over the nipple, which responded to him immediately. "They will not act as they did on your planet. The pull of weight is different here. Still for a slave with such attributes, there is something we could purchase to help them stand out."
The group murmured appreciation and it was settled, we were going to market.