Alien Captain's Prisoner Page 12

  He addresses the room – his voice booming over the jeers and laughter of the crowd.

  “She can’t even walk!” There is a loud round of cheering. “Let that be a lesson to her!” Then, his eyes flash wickedly. “Though feisty women like Captain Tasha often require repeated training before they finally become docile.”

  The Aurelians under his command laugh, elbowing each other and jeering disgustingly. My cheeks burn with shame – the ones on my face, anyway. My other cheeks burn with the impact of a hundred sharp slaps.

  As I barely stand there, I glance over and see the horror in Sawoot’s eyes. Iunia grabs my first officer by the arm and yanks her away before we can speak. That’s probably smart – since she’s the only other woman present, and she and I are now surrounded by over a hundred frustrated, horny Aurelian warriors. Each of them, I have no doubt, desire nothing more than to force their huge cocks into the nearest female hole.

  But they won’t get that opportunity. Sawoot is led from the room, and Captain Aelon stands protectively over me – his swagger almost possessive.

  Realizing the show is over, most of his men return reluctantly to their food and drink.

  Most.

  A few still watch me intently. They stare hungrily – and I wonder just how true the rumors of the mating frenzy are. Were these Aurelians on the brink themselves? I feel vulnerable enough in the presence of Captain Aelon – but the thought of over a hundred beast-like, frenzied Aurelians losing control of themselves is akin to madness.

  “You’re coming with me,” Captain Aelon states – and I’m so grateful to be led from the hungry eyes of those Aurelians that I don’t resist.

  I still can’t walk, though – so Vinicus throws me over his shoulder, with my red, bare ass on display to everybody, and I’m carted out of the mess hall and down the long corridor beyond.

  The Instigator is huge, but already I’m starting to map the layout. As Vinicus carries me down the hallway, I realize I’m not being taken back to the cell I shared with Sawoot. Vinicus is taking me to Captain Aelon’s private bed chamber.

  We reach the familiar doorway, which opens up to that same, enormous room. Once again, I’m struck at just how massive Captain Aelon’s bedchambers are. He’s got a room easily ten times the size of Sawoot’s dorm-style cell. In addition to the huge chairs and table I noticed last time, there’s also a huge bed – big enough to fit a dozen human women like me – plus a long L-shaped sofa, and another immense table. In keeping with what I’d noticed earlier, everything is massively oversized – for me, at least. It’s actually perfectly scaled to these towering Aurelians.

  I’m still shivering and helpless as Vinicus carries me across the room and sets me down on the sofa.

  I gasp as soon as the soft velvet touches my burning cheeks, and I scramble onto all fours – not wanting to let my ass touch the cushions. I don’t care how ridiculous I look – or how provocative the sight of my bare ass is, shamelessly stuck up into the air. I just need some relief from the pain.

  As I kneel there, I drop my pants beside the couch. Although I hate to be nearly naked around Vinicus – knowing how close he was to descending into the mating frenzy earlier – there’s still no way I’m getting into the rough material of those pants any time soon.

  Captain Aelon enters the room, having followed us from the mess hall. He gives me an amused glance as I kneel on the couch, naked except for my t-shirt. Then, he looks away again – joining Vinicus as the two Aurelians walk to the beautiful, well-appointed bar in the corner of the room.

  Captain Aelon pours three glasses of amber liquid from a crystal decanter – and the recipient of the third glass becomes obvious when the door hisses open once again and Iunia enters.

  I shiver, looking up at the three Aurelians – Captain Aelon and his two battle-brothers. Iunia had been escorting Sawoot back to her cell. I hope he got her there safely.

  But my concern for Sawoot is secondary to concern for myself. I’m nearly naked, and now I’m alone with three huge, powerful Aurelian men. One, two, or three – it’s all the same. I’m helpless before them. I’d need to wave a gun in their faces to even get them to consider listening to me.

  As I kneel there, Iunia looks over at me. His eyes flash as he drinks in the sight of me – my ass up in the air, red and hot.

  As if he can read my thoughts, Iunia reassures me: “I returned Sawoot to her dorm.”

  Dorm. Doesn’t he mean cell?

  It doesn’t matter – at least she’s safe. There might be a hundred horny Aurelians on board this ship, but the bars that keep Sawoot locked in will also keep any ill-intentioned Aurelians out.

  “Thank you,” I breathe. Iunia nods in gratification. He seems to respect my concern for my crew.

  As I kneel on the couch, I turn and look across the room towards Captain Aelon. I’m no longer sure how to feel about him. In my moment of need, he’d helped me – letting up with that brutal spanking before it broke me entirely.

  But why? What does he want out of me?

  There’s no reason not to ask directly, so I do.

  “Captain Aelon – not that I’m ungrateful, but why did you go easy on me?”

  Now that it’s over – now that the decision has already been made – part of me wishes he’d continued to spank me with the full force of his huge hand – punishing me to the extent he’d threatened. It might have driven me mad – but at least I could have told myself that I’d withstood everything he’d done to me. At least I wouldn’t feel indebted to the man, as I do now.

  I daintily try to sit, but it’s still impossible. My ass is on fire, and I return to all fours. I’m deeply self-conscious like this. Both Vinicus and Captain Aelon nearly cracked – descending into their fabled mating frenzy – and I hardly think kneeling in doggy position, bare-assed, is going to help with get their raging libido back under control.

  But the two men seem to be clinging to their rational mind right now – and Captain Aelon sips his drink and turns to me, explaining: “I went easy on you because you asked nicely – it’s as simple as that.”

  I blink in astonishment.

  “That’s how it works on my ship,” a smug smile stretches across Aelon’s face “You behave, and you receive rewards.” He sounds like he’s trying to convince himself more than me – as if he isn’t quite so sure why he’d let up, either. I think he’s as disappointed in himself as I am.

  As if to test that, Aelon asks:

  “So, where did you get so good at faking it?”

  I know he means faking the pain of being spanked – but that’s not what he implies, or how he says it. He’s suggesting I’ve been faking something else – but if the truth be told, I’m still so sexually inexperienced that I haven’t even had the opportunity to have an orgasm during sex – let alone experienced the need to fake one.

  I’m already overloaded by shame and humiliation, so Aelon’s raunchy joke just annoys me. I don’t reply – instead just glaring angrily at the towering Captain.

  If Aelon cares, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he simply downs his drink – then opens another cupboard beside the bar, from which he pulls out a bottle of liquid.

  “Over my lap again,” he orders, crossing the room and sitting down next to me on the huge, oversized couch.

  I kneel there, bare-assed, and snarl: “I’ve already taken my damn punishment!”

  “Half,” he corrects me – and then I feel a surge of anxiety as I understand his implication.

  He went easy on me – giving me fifty hard spanks, and fifty gentle ones. He’s making sure I’m aware that the balance of my punishment – fifty more hard spanks – is still left unpaid.

  Aelon smiles as the color drains from my cheeks – and then he purrs: “Don’t worry – I’m not going to spank you again.” He pats his thigh – like somebody inviting a dog to sit on them. “Get over my lap and I can give you some relief.” Then, the towering Aurelian holds up the bottle he’d brought over. It’s some sort of cre
am – obviously a salve for my red, aching ass.

  I’m desperate for some relief for my tormented backside – but I’m not sure if I’m this desperate. Being spanked in front of a crowd was one thing. This is way more intimate – and my body hasn’t cooled from the ardor of being punished by Vinicus and Aelon. Butterflies still churn in my stomach, my nipples are still hard, and I’m ashamed at how wet I feel between my thighs.

  Vinicus and Iunia carry their drinks over to the couch, pulling up chairs and settling into them as if about to watch their favorite show on the holo-vids. I shiver at their eager gaze. The two looming Aurelians are waiting to see if I’ll refuse or accept Aelon’s command.

  Of course, I want to refuse – but both my backside and my brain are demanding otherwise. Besides, what else could I do? Captain Aelon is being perfectly pleasant in his offer – and he did hold back when I begged him to spare me the last half of those brutal spanks.

  Maybe he isn’t so sadistic after all…

  “Fine,” I snap.

  It’s not like I can sit on the sofa in this condition anyway - and laying across Aelon’s lap won’t be any more undignified than kneeling on all fours with my bare ass on display – like I’m inviting them to fuck me.

  So, I climb over Captain Aelon’s huge thighs and lie across his lap. I feel as small and powerless as a kitten as I lay across his knees, and I shiver when I hear him squirt that cream into his palm…

  …and then gently massage it into the red, burning skin of my freshly-spanked ass.

  “Gentle!” I gasp out at first – but there’s an almost instant relief as the cream works its magic. I’m not sure what the substance is, but in seconds the throbbing burn in my cheeks lowers to a more manageable simmer.

  My arousal, on the other hand, suddenly spikes.

  Captain Aelon is rubbing that cream all over my bottom with his big, huge hand – the palm of which could easily cup either of my cheeks in it. His touch isn’t sexual, but it’s scandalously intimate – and each time he massages my cheeks, his huge fingers come dangerously close to the heat and wetness glistening between my thighs.

  Fuck!

  As if sensing how hot this is making me, Aelon’s finger grazes my pussy – so lightly that you might almost think it was an accident.

  I don’t say anything – but I’m forced to hold back a hot, eager moan as the teasing pleasure makes me shift and squirm in the captain’s lap.

  As he massages my ass, Aelon talks – nonchalantly, like we were sitting side by side, instead of me laying half-naked across his huge lap with his big hand massaging cream into my tormented cheeks.

  “You’re a tough captain, Tasha. We’re all impressed by your dedication to your crew and to your bravery and selflessness…”

  Then, his finger grazes my pussy again. This time I do gasp.

  “…but you should allow yourself to admit that some part of you craves submission, not leadership.”

  God dammit! I squirm in his lap, feeling my stomach churn as Aelon’s fingers knead and massage my cheeks.

  As Aelon massages me, his fingers trail closer and closer towards my wetness. I shiver, trying to absorb the fact that I’m draped over the lap of a sexually dominant, powerful alien who just punished me to the brink of arousal and tears in front of a baying, jeering crowd…

  …but I don’t tell him to stop.

  I do turn my head – and find myself staring at Vinicus and Iunia as they sit across from us. The touch of Aelon’s firm fingers is made all the more distracting because he’s touching and teasing me in front of his two battle-brothers – who resemble two twin-like beasts, staring at me with unabashed hunger in their slate-grey eyes.

  It’s definitely hunger I see – but not for food. No, the three dominant aliens are famished for my body. It makes me shiver to feel the heat of their desire – and makes me feel closer and closer to abandoning my resistance to this increasingly heated situation.

  As I watch myself being watched, Aelon’s huge finger gently traces a path between my thighs. I gasp, my body trembling in response to that thick finger nuzzling closer and closer to the quivering, glistening lips of my pussy.

  I shift in Aelon’s lap, so his hands are forced back to massaging my ass cheeks. Aelon complies without complaint or comment – as if he’d never intended to get so close to touching and teasing the dripping heat of me…

  But we both know better.

  And the worst thing? I want him.

  I suddenly realize that I want the cocky, arrogant, insatiably sexy captain to touch me. I crave it – like I crave oxygen, or water…

  …but I’m not ready for this yet.

  I still resent Captain Aelon. I’m still furious at him for imprisoning me, for robbing me of the cargo I’d rightfully stolen, and for humiliating me in front of both his crew and my own.

  It feels like my desires are betraying me – that with a rational head on my shoulders, I’d never allow myself to feel like this – to want this.

  How could I let myself be attracted to such a swaggering, arrogant asshole?

  And yet Aelon continues rubbing the lotion into my ass cheeks – the cool liquid soothing the burning heat even as it inflames my desire.

  When his fingers tease my thighs again, I can’t hold back my moan.

  It’s so much harder to hold back the sound of pleasure than it was to hold back my whimpers of pain, back when the Aurelians were spanking me in the mess hall.

  Aelon touches me and I gasp out – and that’s all he needs. The moment I show my weakness, Aelon suddenly pulls me up – shifting me so I’m straddling his powerful thighs; astride him like one might ride a horse.

  I find myself eye to slate-grey eye with the huge, powerful alien commander. His eyes might resemble cold stone, but they burn with a heat that matches my burning need.

  Then, the Captain kisses me.

  Oh, Gods. Aelon’s mouth is testing mine, finding no resistance as I kiss him desperately back. The hunger inside me is real – burning and intense. It’s like his whole body is begging for mine, and mine is begging to give itself to him. I sense that he’s as torn as I am. As captains, we’re both used to being in complete control – but just as I can’t stop my trembling, burning desire, I can sense Aelon’s aroused body taking control over what remains of his rational mind.

  He tightens his arms around me and kisses me again. I moan hotly. The passion in Aelon’s embrace takes me by surprise. I melt against his body as he pulls me tighter against his powerful physique.

  I hate him…

  …but I want him.

  I can’t deny being completely, overwhelmingly attracted to Captain Aelon.

  Vinicus and Iunia are watching from behind – two hulking, horny beasts of violence who could each tear off my clothes and hold me down while Captain Aelon takes his pleasure with me – and then lets the other two do the same.

  Oh, fuck – just the thought of that makes my pussy flood with wetness.

  Imagine the three aliens taking their turns with me – having their way whether I ask for it or not, knowing that my body will beg for it even if my mind tries futilely to resist. It’s undeniable how much I want this, even though it’s the antithesis of everything I should want.

  Part of me aches for the aliens to lose control that way. Part of me prays for them to succumb to the mating frenzy and just ravish me with every ounce of their passion – not holding anything back. That way, I’d get what I so desperately crave without the humiliation of actually begging for it.

  Aelon slides his hands under my t-shirt, running his fingers up my body. His hands are so huge that when he grabs my tits they’re perfect handfuls for him – as if my body was designed for his hands to squeeze and tease them.

  Then, his huge fingers find my nipples – and from that point, I’m lost.

  Aelon pinches and teases my swollen, aching nipples as his tongue invades my mouth – sending twin pulses of desire jolting through my body.

  Oh, Gods!


  What will it feel like for all three of them to claim me at once? I know that’s what’s going to happen – and not only have I accepted that inevitability, but I’m now craving it.

  I remember the firmness of Vinicus’s cock – prodding me in the belly as he spanked me. I visualize the sight of Aelon’s huge cock, clearly defined as it strained to burst from his pants. Gods - even one of those huge cocks would be too big for me to handle. Even one of these towering, terrifying warriors would be too passionate to make love to – too powerful.

  And yet I crave it all the same.

  Beneath me, I feel Aelon’s cock throbbing through the material of his pants. Those pants are all that separate my quivering, eager pussy from his massive rod – that swollen shaft hungry to sink inside me and split me apart. I have no idea how women in Aurelian harems can handle the massive members of these beasts – but I can’t resist the urge to find out. Captain Aelon is just so fucking in control.

  Then, it happens.

  I gasp out in pleasure, as a second Aurelian leans down from behind me, running his hands through my hair. He kisses gently on my earlobe – his harsh, hot breath flushing my skin.

  I shudder, and stop resisting entirely. I completely stop denying myself what I need. I know I ache to be taken hard by these three enormous, alien warriors…

  …and then, suddenly there’s a harsh knock at the door.

  Right at that second, I’d think anything short of a supernova couldn’t break the intensity of this moment – but that pounding on the door continues – insistent and demanding attention.

  “Captain Aelon! Captain!”

  The frantic pounding is joined by a desperate yell through the door. I break off the kiss, turning to look behind me. With a snarl, Aelon sinks back in the couch – his eyes rolling back in need, and his nostrils flaring with frustration.

  “Aelon! The door!”

  I yell the words in his face, and the captain shakes his head, his eyes finding focus again. I realize all the rumors about the mating frenzy were true – for a moment there, lost in arousal, it was as if Aelon was in another world.

  But he’s back now – and he moves with lightning speed. In a second, Aelon is up, and I’m cast aside as he clambers from the couch and crosses the length of the room.