“It will fade, Masters, I promise that kind of hit won’t Leave a mark,” I pleaded.


    The men sat back down to talk, but Master Christof pulled me on hisp. He held both my hands in one


    of his, presumably so I couldn’t whack myself again. I Lay may head on his shoulder and rxed.


    I sat quietly for a while, but soon wiggled free and was tracing the lines on Master Christof’s palms. As I


    yed with his long fingers I heard a sigh from Fuji’s owners.


    “This is going to drive us mad watching you all. We wish to enjoy our ve. This punishment is over,”


    one of them said and I heard them rise and leave the tent.


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    The Last man to leave told Master Damien they would see him tomorrow, but they were going to be


    upied for the rest of the night. My menughed outright at that.


    This time, I asked. “What’s so funny?”


    “It is one of the benefits of that type of ve,” Master Christof said stretching out now that there was


    more room, “that ve can take them many times. Except for the temperature difference the sex


    organs mirror our females. It is not sensitive like you are, it is ustomed to having many male


    partners each time.”


    “You knew I was used to having only one sexual partner at a time?” I asked him looking into his eyes.


    “Yes, and my Brothers also knew with the proper stimtion you would respond just as favorably to


    us,” Master Christof told me.


    “You’re better than the man I had sex with on Earth,” I blurted out. “I react more favorably here than I


    ever did there.”


    “Of course,” Master Evanughed, “we are a far superior race.”


    Things were normal for a couple of weeks after that. My Warriors talked about a meeting that the


    General had scheduled and they were very curious about it. Unlike his usual meetings it was to be held


    at his private residence. That was unusual, but not unheard of.


    The day of the meeting came and the men were very animated. They dropped me at the Keepers early.


    I noted each man was dressed in his finest attire. Being asked to speak with the General privately in his


    home was evidently quite an honor.


    A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y


    Something happened at the meeting, I was sure of that. My Warriors were subdued that evening and


    didn’t want to talk to me. When I asked what had happened they told me it was not something I should


    concern myself with. It was a strange reaction and I didn‘t know what to do.


    Life for me changed subtly. Something was very wrong, I soon knew. As the days passed I felt more


    and more left out. My owners talked about almost nothing in front of me. Except for cleaning me, they


    rarely even touched me. ALL of them watched me, as though appraising me for some reason.


    My Warriors became more keyed up and anxious. They weren’t sleeping well, which was strange.


    When I woke up in the middle of the night they were sitting and talking by the fire. As soon as they


    noticed me the conversations always stopped, though. I knew they were hiding something.


    At lunch they’de and take me to the forest. Everyday I’d try to talk to the Brother with me, but they


    told me to eat and watched me wistfully. Asking what was wrong got me no answers. Getting upset with


    them just earned me a rebuke.


    “We enjoy you, Ciara,” Master Kein had said once. “Can’t we just spend time with one another and find


    pleasure in it? Why must you act this way?”


    The criticism startled me. Every time I wanted to ask again after that I redirected myself. A ve should


    always defer to their Master’s wishes and pleasure. I had to be what they wanted, so I stopped


    pressuring them.


    The worry gnawed at the pit of my stomach, despite my decision. I bit one of my nails to the nub and


    my stomach constantly hurt. It felt Like I was reacting to their anxiety, which obviously I was. If


    something happened to them, I felt sure I would suffer also. It began to panic me.


    One night at dinner I had suffered enough of the strange silence and odd looks. My anxiety got the


    better of me and I had to ask them.


    “What is going on? You all seem upset and you won’t talk around me, what did I do, Masters?” I asked.


    “You did nothing, Ciara, take your sustenance,” Master Damien told me dully.