The force of the spank propels me forward, through the doors. Momentum carries me into the kitchen, where I burst through the door and stagger to a panting, squirming halt.
Tina is standing there waiting for me – studying me with an expression of understanding on her lined face. I was expecting her to look down at me – more judgement. I was expecting to feel shame in her eyes – but there’s nothing like that. Instead, the hard, stubborn lady just sighs lightly.
I give her a nod as I scurry through the kitchen and use the servants’ entrance to enter the dining room.
The enormous, cathedral-like room is empty. A huge, solid wood dining table fills the center of the room. There’s one massive chair at one end of the huge table, and a smaller chair at the other. One of them is clearly made for an Aurelian, and the other made for a human. Similarly, on one of the long sides of the table are two huge chairs, while on the other side is a single smaller one.
I realize suddenly that the table was set up for the business meeting that concluded early – before dinner was even served.
I’d have been expected to serve the five men as they dined here, bringing in dishes of steaming food, refilling drinks, and doing whatever was demanded of me, all while the pleasure dress relentlessly teased and tormented me.
Now, hot shame colors my cheeks. Delicious, decadent shame that I never knew I had such an appetite for. I step forward, and then drop to my knees on the hard floor. I crawl like that beneath the table. The floor is made of hardwood boards, and it’s rough against my knees – but I barely notice the discomfort compared to the thrilling humiliation of what I anticipate is going to happen to me.
I slither between the legs of the wooden chairs and find myself beneath the sturdy table. I wait under there, like a well-trained, eager puppy – only it’s not my tail I’m wagging, but my whole ass, as I squirm in the tingling, teasing dress.
I wait for what seems like an eternity, shivering in anticipation, until I finally hear heavy footsteps entering the room. I look left, and from between the legs of the chairs I see the sandaled, pure white feet of the Aurelians as they enter.
From beneath the table, it’s impossible to tell which man is which. They stride forward, and then drag the chairs out from beneath the table, changing the set up. Suddenly, all three of the larger wooden chairs are arranged near one end of the table. Gallus will be at the head of the table, I know – and sitting directly to his left and right will be the two members of his triad.
As I kneel there, I hear Gallus’s deep, rumbling voice.
“We now own 6% of the arable land on Deemak,” he murmurs proudly, “and nearly half of the prime lands for tobacco, sweet-fruit, and incense. This deal will not only bring us great wealth, but it will secure us great power. There are untapped wells of water beneath those lands that the Seer brothers thought were inefficient to tap, but with our new technology deal with the Bleen family of Oasis, we will be able to draw fresh water deep from those wells; increasing our holding well in excess of expectations.”
“A night to celebrate,” the voice of Varian responds. He bellows: “Wine!”
The doors rattle, and suddenly more people enter the room. It’s the servants the Aurelians hired for this evening – coming in and bringing drinks for these three powerful men.
As I kneel beneath the table, I’ve never felt so small. It’s even more of a helpless feeling than being thrown over the lap of Cyrus, just waiting for the discipline of his huge palm against the cheeks of my ass.
I look up and can finally identify all three of the Aurelians, even by just their legs beneath the table. Varian and Cyrus sit either side of Gallus – Varian to my left and Cyrus to my right.
The Aurelians are wearing nothing beneath under their togas.
I know that, because I can very clearly see beneath them, as I kneel at their feet.
My eyes widen as I drink in the incredible sight of their soft cocks, swinging down between their legs. Their dicks are fucking huge – even in a flaccid state of half arousal. Each of these men has a member that snakes down their thighs, surely too big for me to ever handle even while dormant. I can’t imagine what those enormous cocks would look like in the heat of arousal, or during the infamous Aurelian mating frenzy.
I mean, I knew they were big. Hell, I’d felt Cyrus’s steel rod against my body as he spanked me, and Sarah had shown me their size with her hands, giggling as she’d held her palms a foot apart from each other…
But now I see their dicks for real? The first cocks I’ve ever seen in the flesh in my virginal life? They’re nearly the length of my forearm, even as they hang there flaccidly.
I bite my lip in tortured lust… and then, suddenly, the pleasure dress activates.
“Oh, Gods!”
I whimper under my breath, unable to contain myself, but there was no point trying to stifle my moans. The Aurelians must have enhanced hearing – or perhaps it’s the knowledge that one of them activated the dress, so they know what effect it’s having on me…
In any event, their bodies respond in turn. I whip my head left and right, watching those huge cocks slowly fill with desire for me. The dormant snakes rear up, swelling and growing, pressing up against the togas to form towering tents beneath the fabric as they finally stand completely upright.
But their voices… They betray nothing.
“A toast,” announces Gallus. “A toast to this new prize,
