…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 that 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.
Aurelians are designed to fuck too-tight holes of human females, and therefore that copious, drooling pre-cum is highly lubricated – to help ease their enormous cocks deep inside a willing, too-small hole.
Daccia is lost. His eyes have no humanity left in them – just the rage of a beast.
Either side of him, Hadrian
