“Are you going to try to escape again?”
Otho repeats his question – but this time, the words barely come out.
His question is garbled. It’s like a lion trying to speak the common tongue – as if his mighty maw, evolved for ripping through flesh, isn’t designed for human words.
Meanwhile, there’s still a last thread of defiance in me – a withered, but still-vibrant tendril of steel that knows if I ever get another opportunity to escape, of course I’ll take it.
Or will I?
A wave of confusion hits me.
I’m trapped. I’m a captive. I’m helpless in the ownership of these three, towering aliens…
…and yet, somehow, I’ve never felt so free before.
The spanking hurts – but in the one night I’ve spent with these Aurelians, I feel like I’ve experienced more of the world than I had in the entirety of my previous life – kept isolated and safe behind the stone walls of my father’s estate.
But I can’t let Otho know that.
“I won’t try to escape again,” I whimper, and this time there’s at least the illusion of truth in my voice.
I get a strange feeling – a sense. I look up, tears rolling down my cheeks, and I see that Brennan is staring down at me with an uncharacteristic grin on his haughty face. There’s that familiar, cruel line to his mouth, though – a cruelness I’m not ready for.
Brennan’s voice is dripping with desire as he murmurs:
“I think she needs a few more, Otho – to make the lesson stick.”
My lip trembles. The spanking has been painful so far, but the pain was tinged with my own need. It was pleasurable, in a strange and masochistic way.
But anything more, and I fear it will cross the line of what I can endure – or what my captors can endure themselves. Otho is already panting. I can see the outline of his cock, straining against his pants. He’s on fire with desire – balanced on the knife-edge of losing himself to temptation.
His huge hand lifts from between my shoulder blades. I’m no longer crushed down against the table.
“No,” Otho speaks with an unexpected certainty – I don’t think many other people would speak to their leader like that. “She’s learned her lesson, Brennan. She chose me to deliver her punishment precisely because I know when to stop – and I shan’t betray that trust in me.”
Brennan’s face changes – the cruelness instantly leaving his expression, as if he’s snapping out of a trance. Just like I’m discovering a secret, unbidden desire to be dominated, Brennan was equally unprepared for the depths of his need to punish me.
But he nods – and watches me as I straighten up and turn, facing Otho.
My legs are wobbly. My ass throbs like it’s on fire. I can feel my own pulse between my thighs, and it’s hot and insistent.
As if on autopilot – not even thinking of why I’m saying it – I murmur to Otho:
“Thank you.”
I can’t believe I’m actually thanking the creature who just spanked me – but as the words leave my trembling lips, I realize it’s because Otho showed me mercy. I’m thanking him not for punishing me, but for holding back. If I’d let Brennan discipline me, I know the leader of the Aurelians would have snapped. Instead of standing on my own two feet in front of this warrior triad, I’d still be bent over the workbench – moaning and whimpering as Brennan drove his cock deep inside of me…
Oh, Gods.
Just the thought of that makes me feel so small and helpless. I realize I bring out something dark in Brennan – something I’m not yet ready for, and something I’m not even sure he’s ready for himself.
…and yet, there’s a deep, primal part of me that desires to let go – to let him take control, and anything else his urges desire him to take.
Like me, for example.
My eyes flicker between the three towering aliens.
Otho might have shown me mercy, but that’s all he’ll show of himself. I can see he doesn’t have the gentle side of Brennan, just as he lacks the deliciously sadistic edge. Otho looks down at me protectively, but with reservation; like I’m fire, and he’s nervous about getting his fingers burned.
But fire burns, and I can feel the heat flowing through me – as if the scalding spanks Otho laid across my ass have set my whole body aflame.
I step forward, taking a stride towards him. Before I even know what I’m doing, I place my palm across Otho’s powerful chest, feeling his muscles tense beneath my touch.
Gods! His heart beats – so hard and fast, like the relentless beating of a war drum.
As I stand there, my palm pressed against his immense chest, Otho just stares down at me. His eyes are wide – like he knows he’s on the brink of snapping…
…and that’s when I step up on my tippy toes to take a kiss from him.
Oh, Gods! I can’t believe what I’m doing!
But it feels so right. After so long alone, trapped behind the stone walls of my father’s estate, it feels like my captors are the ones to actually set me free.
Otho’s lips find mine – and my body instantly shivers against his hungry touch. His hands lift, to wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I moan into Otho’s mouth as I feel his huge, throbbing cock pressed up against me.
Lust and fear well up within me. I’m not ready for that!
But when I try to pull away, Otho’s grip is too strong.
For a second, it’s a battle of wills – as if Otho is on the brink of snapping…
…but then he breaks off the kiss.
“I w-won’t lose control,” he growls, his voice nearly cracking, but still barely holding on. He murmurs those words, and then leans in to take my lips a
