Between my legs, my pussy is now soaked with desire. I ache to be used by the dominant, alien triad. They breath in – and their senses are flooded with my scent. I feel their arousal surge through the Bond.
On the floor of the club, a hundred pairs of eyes turn to look at us.
The loudspeaker booms. An announcer declares:
“Gentlemen! We have a very special treat for you on the sixth-floor auditorium. Watch tonight as a pleasure slave is taken right in front of you by three Aurelians! Right in front of your very eyes!”
Gasps fill the room, and the men all around us lick their lips eagerly as they look to my triad. They’re all imagining these three, huge men ruthlessly claiming me.
Daccia leads us forward, past the casino floor. He doesn’t look left or right as he makes his way toward the huge set of double doors leading into the auditorium.
With both hands, Daccia shoves the doors open. Behind them looms a huge stage, covered by a curtain. Lines of seats peer up at the stage – all staring to right where I’m going to be.
Giovanni, still clutching his throat, hangs back when Hadrian gives him a warning glance - eventually scuttling away like the cockroach he is.
I swallow hard. For a moment, I feel a twinge of shame…
…and then the Bond thrums, deep down in my psyche.
I suddenly imagine the delicious humiliation of being ravished in public, and all my shame is instantly transformed into dirty, filthy lust.
Kitos leads me up, onto the stage. We step behind the curtain and listen as people begin filing in the auditorium on the other side of the heavy velvet.
I can hear their muffled words – but not enough to make out distinct sentences. Only enough to know what they’re all thinking…
Vulgar, eager thought.
Sometimes I curse at the extra-sensitive senses the Bond has rewarded me with.
Daccia looks down at me. He’s a towering beast, and the thrum of the Bond sends a surge of desire coursing through me. He reaches down and strokes my cheek gently.
“We don’t have to do this. We can fight our way out, if you ask it of us.”
When his fingers graze my cheek, the Bond hums deep inside of me, vibrating even more strongly than the pleasure dress.
I utter a gasp of lust and I bite my bottom lip hard, struggling to get control of my thoughts.
“It’s the only way, Daccia,” I murmur, looking up into the diamond-tinted eyes of my lover, hidden behind those thin goggles. “It’s the only way we’ll gain that bastard’s trust – and maybe get some information about Lilac. We have to.” I reach up and grip Daccia’s immense forearm “Promise me – don’t hold back.”
Daccia leans down and kisses me, his tongue pressing firmly into my mouth – claiming me with it, the same way he claimed me with his surging cock.
Yet even as we kiss, I sense that what we are about to do is driven by more than just Torelli wanting to find out if my triad are undercover Law Enforcement agents. He also wants to put them in their place. He's probably been the only Aurelian on this forsaken planet for all the time he’s lived here – and he knows my triad present competition for the position of top dog.
He wants to humiliate my triad.
But I won't humiliate them further than they need to be. I'll be the perfect little slut for them. I'll play the part of the submissive little slave so convincingly that I might as well be the authentic article.
As I think that, Hadrian's fingers begin to trail down my back, pressing against the thin, sheer material of the pleasure dress.
Yet, I know it won't all be an act.
The pleasure dress is humming against my body, but it's nothing compared to the feeling of being in front of these three, powerful, Greek God-like aliens. I’m intoxicated by the thought that – if I so much as said the word – they’d turn this auditorium into a battleground for me.
The heavy, velvet curtains open. The seats are filled to overflowing with curious faces. The eyes of the leering customers are wide as they witness the three, huge Aurelians towering over me. I've never felt so small before.
Spotlights flood the stage, and I blink as they momentarily blind me. Kitos pulls hard on the leash, and I gasp as the collar chokes me. I fall to my knees in front of him.
There is no kissing. There’s no foreplay. This is not lovemaking.
Kitos unzips his pants. His aura is hard and hungry in my mind, just like his cock as it bobs out from his tailored dress pants. A pearly drop of pre-cum is already drooling from the head of his cock, and I open my mouth, extending my tongue to lap it up. The crowd cheers as Kitos grips the leash tightly, forcing my head forward. I eagerly wrap my lips around his cock.
The shame is unbearable. More than a hundred pairs of eyes stare at my humiliation – but the Bond powers to life inside me, and suddenly I've never been so turned on before.
I moan and whimper around Kitos's big dick, as he uses my mouth for his pleasure. Hadrian and Daccia pull out their own dicks, slowly stroking as they wait their turn.
Then, suddenly, Hadrian decides he can't wait any longer. He steps behind me and grunts something to Kitos – something that I can't even hear in my sex-drunk trance.
Kitos pulls his dick out from my mouth, and suddenly Hadrian's huge hands are on my body. He lifts me into the air, spinning me around so that I’m in his grasp – my legs wrapped around his muscular waist and my face to his.
Without warning, his big dick is suddenly pressed against my soaking wet cunt. I’m not wearing panties
