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 stretch 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
