Aurelian Prisoner Page 11

  As we walk down the hallway – the three towering aliens following me – I feel the first hint of regret for my bold choice. Switching an extended stay in that punishment brig for a short period of corporal punishment seemed smart at the time – but now I have to go through with it.

  I glance nervously over my shoulder. These Aurelians are so fucking massive. I feel tiny compared to the seven-feet-tall monsters. Each one of their palms could turn my ass red with a single, harsh slap.

  We reach a door at the end of the corridor. Hadrian hits the controls with his open palm. I watch the strength of the motion and cringe – imagining my tender ass beneath that weighty slap.

  I’ve tried to escape twice. Worse, I endangered the ship by breaking their Orb-Drive.

  I’m in for some real punishment.

  I wish I'd read all of the Aurelian Laws – but the sheer mass of them makes it so that even all my years of study only grazed the surface. I have no idea of the specifics of the choice I’ve made.

  The room we enter is cold. My nipples harden instantly – but I don't know if that’s from the temperature, or anticipation of what I'm about to experience.

  The shameful this is that I crave the dominance of Aurelians. I never thought I would – not until I was in that harem. The harsh crack of those Aurelian’s hands on my bottom made all my worries leave.

  But this isn't going to be a playful spanking. This is going to be rough.

  "Stand against the wall," orders Daccia.

  I turn and study the triad. Hadrian stands there, panting like a beast. All three of them are here to enact my punishment – and probably to stop each other from crossing any lines if they lose control.

  The truly wild thing? My entire plan relies on them not being able to. I'm gambling everything that these three towering warriors will go wild with lust as they punish me – and descend on me like wild animals. I need them to fuck me hard, until I beg for the mercy I know they won’t give me.

  And yet, while this is my escape plan, I can also feel the heat growing between my legs. I want this too – and not just so I can escape imprisonment.

  But I can use that to my advantage. The fact that I want these three Aurelians so badly is actually going to be a huge advantage for me. Aurelians can sense human arousal. Their sense of smell is fine-tuned, and their species is designed to constantly seek out willing human females to breed with – for their entire lives, or until the impossibly unlikely event that they find their Fated Mate and sire a hundred sons with her.

  I follow Daccia’s order, and stand against the wall, facing the three men. Kitos licks his lips, looking me up and down hungrily.

  "Allie Tabber – you have chosen corporal punishment over solitary confinement. The punishment for two escape attempts, and one charge of sabotage, is fourteen days in a cell...”

  He licks his lips.

  “…or twenty lashes of the whip."

  Twenty?

  My blood runs cold.

  I’m trembling as Kitos slowly walks to the side of the room. He presses his hand against the wall. A compartment opens and from it he pulls a short whip.

  My eyes widen as I study the weapon. The cruel tendril looks brutal – almost as if it seems hungry for the taste of my soft flesh.

  Holding the whip, Kitos turns and looks at me. Though there’s still lust in his gaze, I see another emotion – one I've never witnessed in an Aurelian before.

  Pity.

  Kitos doesn't want to do this to me.

  I don’t blame him. Thirty lashes would send even an Aurelian to an infirmary. I don't even want to think of what it will do to me.

  Daccia looks at me with his harsh, slate-grey eyes.

  "Are you certain you want to do this, Allie? It's not too late to back out."

  I realize I'm hyperventilating. Suddenly, all I can see is that whip in Kitos’ hand. By the rule of Aurelian Law, this triad can’t go easy on me. They have to give me the same strikes they’d deliver across the back of a huge, muscular Aurelian.

  The pain will be incredible. My submission will be total.

  Now, I fear for my own life. I take deep breath, trying desperately to control myself, but the fear is building inside of me.

  They wouldn't let anything truly serious happen to me…

  …would they?

  I have to trust that these aliens wouldn’t go too far. I have to trust that I will make it out of this chamber alive, and not seriously injured. They do still have to deliver me to Colossus. You can’t imprison a dead woman.

  With what scant reassurance that offered, I nod; and that tiny movement of my chin – up and down – is the most difficult motion I’ve ever made.

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  Hadrian

  She's so helpless.

  Or, at least, that's what she wants us to think.

  But I know Allie’s plan. She wants us to lose control during our punishment of her. She knows how tempted we’ll be.

  In fact, we should have refused her request...

  …but we can’t.

  And it isn't just because of the rule of Aurelian Law. It’s because I genuinely ache to punish this cunning little wench. I ache to make her submit to my hand. She’s already tried to escape twice. She disabled our Orb-Drive...

  This little minx needs to learn discipline. She needs to know that her actions have consequences.

  Well, when I'm done with her, she's going to be crying and begging for mercy.

  But Allie chose this. She’ll get exactly what she bargained for.

  "Turn around," I growl, and Allie slowly turns. Her round, perfect ass is exposed to me. She's barely wearing anything – just that little slip of a dress she put on after the medical exam Daccia conducted. It hides nothing.

  Through it, I can see Allie’s gorgeous curves and the beautiful shape of her fertile body. I breathe in deeply and taste her arousal.

  She aches to be punished by us.

  Kitos looks over me. I know what he's going to say before he even thinks it.

  "Are you sure you can restrain yourself?"

  If Kitos thinks he’s going to get between me and Allie, he's wrong. There's not a man in this room who is certain he can handle the temptation of punishing the little minx in front of us. Our auras are intertwined – and I feel the hot, red rage and lust building and building up inside all of us.

  The hairs all stand up on my body as I prepare myself for the sinful delight of punishing a human female.

  Only, this won't be the light, over-the-knee spanking like those conducted in an Aurelian harem.

  This will be discipline.

  When we're done with Allie, she'll tremble before us.

  That’s when the tendrils of doubt creep their way into my mind. The scary thing is that this feels so right.

  I've sated myself in women before. Each time I fucked a new one, it was ultimately a disappointment to me. Each time I sunk my raging cock into a willing human female, I quickly realized we weren’t linked – each was one was not my Fated Mate – and then I only continued the act to sate my mating rage.

  I breathe in deeply, and I smell Allie.

  Her scent is a mixture of fear, arousal, and…

  …and something else. Something deep.

  She smells clean and vibrant. She smells right.

  Gods - if I lost my eyes, or if my hands were cut off in battle, or even if my ears were burned away, I would still be happy to lay back and breathe in that scent for the rest of my days.

  Daccia nods. "It's time, then. Restrain her."

  The moment he barks the order, steel tendrils stretch out from the wall.

  Allie gasps as the tendrils curl around her limbs – restraining her and bending her over. Like that, her ass is arched up to us – displayed for all of us to see.

  Kitos hands me the whip, and I growl in need as I step forward to administer Allie’s punishment.

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  Allie

  Oh, Gods.

  Thick steel tentacles str
etch out from the wall. They’re like the ones from the humiliating medical exam all over again. Two of them wrap around my arms, holding them so tightly I won't be able to protect my backside from what’s about to happen.

  Another two steel tentacles wrap around my legs, and then they shift – forcing me to bend over forward and shove my ass out behind me.

  Like this, my ass is up in the air – fully exposed to those three brutal beasts.

  Footsteps echo across the floor.

  Hadrian.

  I know it's him already. He's the most brutal of the three. He’d be the one who took most delight in punishment.

  The strands of the whip brush against my ass. Then, his huge hands rip my clothes away from me. I gasp as cool air suddenly chills my bare backside. I'm now completely exposed – my ass and pussy arched up obscenely, presented to the alien warrior like a prize.

  I cling to one single idea – one thing to maintain my sanity…

  If Hadrian can resist me like this, he could resist anything.

  I’m gambling that he can’t.

  Once again, the trailing tendrils of the whip brush across my body. The whip has four, short strands to it – all of which Hadrian trail across my ass and even let graze my pussy. I shudder, helpless to move against the steel restraints. Gods – to my shame, a moan leaves my mouth. My cheeks turn bright red.

  "I could gag you, Allie Tabber,” Hadrian growls, “but I want to hear you whimper. You know what you did, Allie. Technically, this punishment is for your escape attempt... Technically, this is to punish you for sabotage…”

  I hear the rattle of Hadrian’s lust-filled voice.

  “But you ruined the lives of three Aurelians, Allie. The truth is – you deserve to suffer."

  But it sounds like Hadrian isn’t trying to convince me – but himself.

  Part of me longs to tell him that I only did what I had to do – to try and save my sister – but I know now is not the time. Now is the time to let him have a clear mind about what he wants to do to me...

  Punish me.

  I bite my lip. If I want him to lose control, I need him to think with his cock – not his mind.

  I try not to let my voice crack as I murmur: "You don't scare me, Hadrian. You think women are whimpering little cowards? There's nothing you can do to me that will make me respect you, you oversized pig!"

  I hear the hiss of the whip a heartbeat before I feel it.

  Then, the pain hits.

  Red, hot magma blossoms across my right ass cheek – or, at least, that’s what it feels like.

  I squeeze shut my eyes against the pain, fighting to keep control. I can't give Hadrian the satisfaction of crying out.

  But… Fuck!

  Fuck! Just one hit of the whip and already my legs are shaking and my ass is on fire.

  There are still nineteen strikes left to go. Even if I have any skin left on my ass by the time they’re over, there's no way I’ll still have any fight left in my body.

  I clench my fists, forcing my nails into the flesh of my palms.

  I will focus. I will survive.

  "Nothing I can do to make you respect me,” Hadrian growls. “Is that so?” Then he scoffs. “I don't need the respect of a criminal. You won't respect me? Fine. But you will fear me."

  I know it's coming. I know it's coming – yet nothing I can do prepares me for the sudden pain that fills my left ass cheek as the second crack of whip echoes across the room.

  This time I can't hold back the cry of pain. Tears flood my eyes…

  …but to my shock, something else is happening to me.

  My nipples are suddenly rock-fucking-hard. The waves of painful heat emanating from my ass are inflaming something dark and passionate between my legs. I can hear Hadrian panting, reacting to my obvious arousal.

  Gods – apparently there’s something about being punished by these assholes that gets me more turned on than anything else I’ve ever experienced.

  It’s shameful – but I can't change what I like. Sometimes, I wish I could – but all I can do is accept my dark desire for submission and punishment at the hands of these brutal warriors.

  "Hadrian. Step back. You're nearly lost already,” Kitos warns. “It’s my turn."

  "No! I will take three more."

  A sudden, devilish urge overcomes me.

  "Oh,” I mock, through gritted teeth, “is big, bad Hadrian unable to control himself?"

  Despite my pain, I use my most mewling, slutty voice. Aurelians can’t stand brattiness in human females. It's an affront to their noble, supposedly controlled demeanor. Hadrian was already insulted that Kitos vocalized the thought instead of telepathing it – and now the Aurelian is going to be really pissed.

  I can use that anger against him – to get what I want.

  I don't want the cool, cold, reserved Kitos punishing me. I want Hadrian to do it – knowing he’s on the brink of losing control. He wants to make me suffer…

  …then he’ll want to take me hard.

  "Step back, Hadrian." The low voice of Daccia is a rumble that I feel more than hear. This time, Hadrian does step back.

  There's the snap of a finger – I’m not sure whose – and suddenly the wall in front of me shimmers; turning from plain steel to become a mirror.

  Gods… When I see myself, I'm lost.

  My reflection shows me bent over, with wet eyes. Behind me are stand the three alien warriors. Daccia extends his hand and takes the whip from Hadrian. His body is tense, every muscle flexed.

  I can't keep my eyes from him. I watch Daccia in the mirror as he walks slowly towards me, taking long strides with his huge legs. He stands behind me and takes a huge breath.

  I know he's tasting my scent. I know he can detect the arousal I feel at being humiliated and punished by these massive men.

  I bite my lip. I don't know if I can handle another eighteen strikes with that whip.

  Daccia gently reaches out and rubs his huge palm across my scorching ass. Somehow, I feel instant relief. His touch is loving. He’s caressing me.

  "I don't want to hurt you, Allie,” Daccia murmurs. “I don't know why you did what you did. I only know that every animal wants to be free – human or otherwise.”

  His face hardens in the mirror.

  “But you put us all at risk when you sabotaged our ship. Your little weapon could have gone off halfway through the Orb-Shift – and then we'd all be trapped in that in-between place.”

  Daccia grits his teeth.

  “You need to learn – so now I'm going to punish you."

  This wasn’t part of the plan.

  Daccia doesn't have the pent-up rage of Hadrian. He's matter-of-fact, and he knows this punishment is discipline. This punishment is training.

  Daccia brings the whip up. "I turned on the mirror so you could see it,” he explains. “I turned it on because it will make the punishment worse for you.”

  I watch as Daccia licks his lips.

  “If you try to escape again, I will punish you more, Allie," he states – and then brings the whip down across my ass.

  I cry out as the crack of the whip fills the room. This is so much worse than before.

  Daccia’s stroke is controlled. His violence doesn't come from passion, but from a need to train me – to discipline me into becoming a better prisoner.

  He cracks the whip down against my left ass cheek next, and the sudden pain makes me quiver. My legs give out, but the steel restraints hold me up.

  Tears flood freely from my eyes. I drop my head, staring down at the ground, unable to keep my eyes on the mirror.

  I feel utterly defeated.

  The whip cracks down on me again… and again…

  Over and over, hard and fast pain overwhelms me.

  I give into it – sobbing as I just wait for it to end, for all of this to be over...

  But, suddenly – after just two more cracks of that whip – the punishment abruptly ends.

  I keep my head down – hoping tha
t somehow, they’re letting me off easy. However, I know Aurelian justice – and it's more likely that water would stop being wet.

  The respite is both mercy and torture. It allows me to cling to the last shreds of rebellion, buried deep within my heart. It allows me to shield the one part of me that a whip can’t touch. I might feel defeated physically – but I still know, at the first chance, I’ll escape.

  Then I hear it – Daccia growling.

  My head lifts up. In the mirror, I see the raw hunger in Daccia’s eyes. His lips draw back, baring his teeth like a feral beast. Hadrian and Kitos step forward, either side of Daccia. Each of them is clearly beyond aroused. Their enormous cocks are pressing obscenely against their athletic pants.

  This time, when I beg, it’s not a ruse. I’m no longer trying to manipulate them.

  "Please,” I gasp. “I can't take anymore."

  Suddenly, the whip drops from Daccia's hand. I shudder as I hear it clatter on the steel floor.

  Daccia extends his palm, touching the abused flesh of my ass. Goosebumps instantly ripple all across my body. Daccia’s huge, thick fingers run between my legs. Suddenly, he’s teasing the entrance to my sopping, wet pussy. I didn't even realize how fucking turned on I was – not until his index finger plays with my glistening folds, and then slowly presses against me.

  I don't say a word. I know anything I say might suddenly break these warriors out of the mating frenzy. I don't know what did it – what finally made them crack – but it’s clear on their marble faces that all rational thought has left their minds.

  Punishing me was too much for my alien captors. It was like a switch suddenly went off in their heads – and I steel myself, knowing that now all they can do is take me.

  As I hang there, bound by those steel restraints, I lick my lips. Suddenly, all I can think about are their huge, throbbing cocks. The thought of them stretching me open and taking me hard. All I can focus on is the thought of those huge cocks throbbing and spasming as they spurt their seed deep inside me.

  I watch in the mirror as Daccia slowly pulls down his pants. His huge cock thrusts out, hungry for me. Daccia’s cock is far bigger than any human male possibly could be. His ivory rod is already dripping with copious amounts of pre-cum – almost like a hose. The sight of those drips of pre-cum, splattering against the floor, fills me with utter need.