by Corin Cain
I can’t wait until her scowling lips are opened and panting, screaming out my name as I ravage her and make her mine.
6
Jasmine
The three Aurelians stand towering over me, separated from me only by the iron bars. I try not to shiver in fear… and lust. My body doesn’t seem to understand my mind’s hatred of their species – especially when the three of them are standing there, naked and fully-aroused in front of me.
But I won’t give them the satisfaction of knowing they make me feel so small and vulnerable, beneath the shadows of their massive, too-perfect bodies. I still have my pride, if literally nothing else.
Seven-foot-tall Greek Gods, that’s what these Aurelian bastards look like. They’re too perfect, with muscles so strongly defined they could have been hewn from marble. The color of their skin is inhuman and pale. They stand still, not fidgeting or wasting energy like humans might. It makes them indistinguishable from statues. I shudder as I look into their eyes, so light they almost look pure white, a hint of green behind them.
A fresh, brutal scar mars the perfect chest of the Aurelian closest to me.
I stare into his eyes, hiding my fear behind defiance, daring him to say anything to me.
I just have to resist the urge to look down…And yet my eyes dart down uncontrollably. I have to fight back the lust that overwhelms me.
The three Aurelians are standing shock-still as statues, except for one part of them.
Underneath their eight-pack of chiselled abs are the three largest, most-throbbing cocks I’ve ever seen. Each of those three, immense shafts bob hungrily up and down as blood pumps into them, standing straight up – rigid and ravenous for my body.
I’ve tangled with other humans while eking a living in the lawless, wild west of Bugra, where fortunes are won and lives are lost through such interactions. The time I came closest to losing my virginity, I’d foolishly let down my guard and let a man strip me naked of my clothes and my Orb-blade. He stole everything I owned – everything except the virginity I’d offered him, and my precious blade. Fortunately, he’d been too suspicious of the weapon’s mysterious power.
Suffice to say, I never trusted a man again.
Ironically enough, at the time I’d thought that man had been attractive, and when I’d seen his cock, imagined that he was well-endowed. Now I realize how wrong I’d been. That man was nothing – not compared to these three specimens.
Never before have I seen anything like the three huge, throbbing rods in front of me. Each of the Aurelians stand perfectly still – still except for the obvious flow of blood to their massive members; each of which points straight towards me, as if aching to take me.
The other two Aurelians walk towards me, joining their comrade. One limps, his leg almost giving up with every step. I can see the hunger and lust in their eyes. Aurelian eyes are normally so blank – as if they don’t feel emotion. Back on Terra, I’d seen Aurelians before, everyone hushing and averting their eyes as the towering aliens walked by. Their presence commands respect – and it becomes even more intimidating when those normally emotionless eyes are fixated on you.
The three of them look at me without shame – ravaging my body in their minds.
I know the basics. There are no female Aurelians. Therefore, each Aurelian male aspires to keep a harem of many human women instead, each eager to serve their alien master. I’ve heard a few rumors as well. That Aurelian males hope one of their harem will eventually provide them with a naturally-sired child; something that hasn’t happened for generations.
Compared to the existence most of us endure, life as property of an Aurelian male perhaps isn’t such a bad thing. A few of my childhood friends even joined Aurelian harems, desperate to escape our circumstances on Terra.
It was not a choice I’d have been willing to make, but I’d understood why they’d chosen to. Or, at least, I used to think I had.
I’d once thought it was the promise of security in the darkness of the world. Now I understand that there was more to it than that – why other women drool over Aurelians, and are eager to serve them.
Despite my hatred for their arrogant race, my body reacts to the presence of these three towering males. My nipples harden painfully as I stand in front of them. The three of them stare at me as if they already own me, and heat spreads between my legs at the intensity of their gaze.
Despite myself, I ache so badly to reach through the bars and feel their hard bodies.
The Aurelian in the lead – the one with the long, jagged scar on his chest – reaches through the bars, and suddenly the spell they have over me is broken.
I jump back as far as my chain leash allows me.
“Get away from me!”
The Aurelian pulls his hand back slowly. I step back as far as the leash will allow me, knowing that their long, muscled arms could reach out, grab the leash, and force me against the bars.
“I’m Baldur,” the scarred male growls. “Is it true you’re from Terra? What is your name?”
I eye him suspiciously. The other two look at each other, and then at the third – as if they’re all saying something to each other that I can’t hear.
“I’m not telling you anything,” I growl.
“I am Raegan,” the second male growled. “This, is Karan. If you are from Terra, we are honor bound to protect you.” His voice has an edge to it, his cock still hard and throbbing – but I don’t care what they’re saying. Their bodies tell me everything I need to know. They’re just aching to take me, and to use me hard. Surely their promises of protection are empty ones.
If they win their next fight, the slaver will make me satisfy these three in front of the crowd. Oh, God, the humiliation. Those powerful bodies, riled up by bloodlust… They’d ruin me. Destroy me. Shame will be the least of my worries when they unleash themselves upon me.
“I don’t need your protection!” My voice is pure venom.
Baldur laughs slowly. “I believe that. Did you see the look on the Toad’s face when you hit him? Pure shock and awe. I’d have given anything to hit him like that.”
My eyes go wide. He’s laughing? While I’m chained naked to these bars?
“You guys don’t want to protect me. You just want to use… those,” I say, forcing myself not to look at their cocks.
I hate Aurelians. Remember that.
Raegan looks serious. “It’s involuntary. Please, don’t hate us for what our bodies are doing. You’re a fertile, aroused, human female. It is in our nature.”
My jaw drops. “I am not… Aroused!”
Baldur looks at me, his brows furrowing. “Your nipples are hardened, and I can almost taste the arousal between your legs. You’re in heat for us. Why deny it?”
Fertile? But Aurelians can’t have children. Oh, God – they can tell I’m fucking turned on. My body is betraying me!
My cheeks burn red. Karan chuckles. “You forget, Baldur, humans are ashamed of their sexuality – at least with each other. That’s why they beg to join our harems – so they can express themselves naturally.”
Rage overtakes arousal.
“Bastards!” I scream. “You’re all bastards! Go back to your home planets and fuck your hundreds of human women. I’m not aroused by you!”
Raegan shrugs. “We have no harem. That will be our reward when we return… Once we’ve killed these slavers and gotten free.”
No harem. No wonder their cocks are throbbing for me. They’ve spent their hundred years in the army, warring against Scorps. They haven’t seen a human female in an actual century.
I sigh. Even if I hate these arrogant bastards, they might be the only way for me to escape.
And plus, wouldn’t it be better to be their property, than that of some filthy Toad?
I hate myself for the thought. I don’t want to be anyone’s property – especially not an arrogant, too-perfect Aurelian. Not even if he’s got an immense cock – one that’s making me feel shy and confused, like I’m ph
ysically getting smaller in front of him.
“Fine. I’ll tell you my name, at least. It’s Jasmine. Now, tell me this in exchange: How are you going to escape? Do you have a plan?” I speak the words in a hushed voice. Toads don’t have the greatest hearing, but you can never be too careful.
Baldur glances left and right. The guards are as far away as they can be, obviously not wanting to get near these brutal alien gladiators. Still, Baldur motions for me to come closer.
“Come nearer, Jasmine,” he says, trying out my name. When he says it, it makes me shiver. It’s like he’s tasting it – trying it out on his lips.
As tempted as I am, I shake my head. “I’m not getting closer to you.”
His cock is so fucking big that if I got closer, I know he could grab me with those massive hands, pull me against the bars, and fuck me right through them. Then, the next one would take a turn, and finally the third would fill me with his seed.
The thought makes my body ache with filthy, shameful desire…
I hate Aurelians. I hate them!
“I swear to you, we won’t touch you,” Karan says with a laugh. “Not until you beg us to.” Baldur gives him a push.
Beg? I’d never beg for the likes of him in a thousand years.
“We can’t risk the guards hearing,” whispers Raegan, stepping closer to the bars. I bite my lip. Then I finally relent – pressing myself closer to the cold, iron bars.
Like this, I’m so close to their huge, powerful bodies. Karan licks his lips as I press against the metal. His tongue is huge, and I can’t stop myself from imagining what it would feel like between my legs. I force the thought out of my head, instead focusing on how the rigid rule of the Aurelians ruined my family. How my father was forced into jail for hiding only a small bit of income – just enough to try to get me into a school so I could live a better life; unlike the harsh one he’d had to endure. Instead, he was jailed, and my mother left destitute, unable to find a job with her illness.
They ruined my life! I can’t be attracted to any of them. I won’t!
But my body is betraying me.
I swallow down my thoughts and listen, instead.
“We were planning on escaping before the fight,” Karan whispers. “But now, we can’t. Not with a Terran subject under our protection. When they hear of our escape, you’d be used as a sacrifice instead.”
I glare. “I’m not under your protection. And I’m certainly not your subject.”
Raegan shrugs. He tries to hide it, but I can see the pain in his eyes. “You’re a subject of the Aurelian empire, and that means we are honor-bound to protect you whether you want us to or not. Now we have to fight.”
Fear fills me. I hate Aurelians, but sending a wounded one in to battle is too cruel a fate for even my hated enemies. “Fight? But… Your leg!”
Raegan shrugs. “I’ll live – and we’ll have a window to escape. After the battle, the Toad said you’d be our reward. After we mate with you in the arena, we’ll bring you back to our cell, and along the way we can break free – and take you with us.”
I gasp, focusing not on the last part of that sentence, but the first.
“I’m not… I’m not mating with you!”
Baldur stares into my eyes. “Either you do, or we all die. No matter how badly I ache to ravage you, you gorgeous little creature, this is not about lust. I can read your body’s signs. Regardless of the circumstances, it will be a very pleasurable experience for you. You’ve never been taken by an Aurelian, have you? No… I see it in your eyes. You’re innocent, still. How sweet it will be to claim you.”
His muscles flex as he speaks, his words hypnotic and filled with lust. I realize how close Baldur is to losing control – to grabbing the chain around my neck and forcing me against the bars, to take me roughly.
I shake my head. “This… This can’t be happening.”
Raegan gives a death glare to the two other Aurelians. It’s like they’re having an argument; one I can’t hear them speak.
Finally, Baldur nods. Raegan steps closer to me. His eyes are cold and emotionless, his face stern. He holds back his lust and pain better than the other two, clearly in complete control of his emotions.
“If you say no,” Raegan promises me, “we will try a different plan. We’ll not mate with you unless you are eager for it. None of us would touch a hair on your head without your consent. So, instead, we’ll try to break out before the fight. The slaver will have you around his wrist. We’ll have to kill many guards to try and get to you. My leg will be too weak to get away, so I’ll stay as a distraction while Karan and Baldur escape with you.” He snorts bitterly. “At least I’ll kill many slavers before I die.”
I can’t speak for a moment. Then I look at him, confused. “What do you mean: You’ll stay as a distraction?”
Baldur gives me a strange look. “We can’t let a subject of the Aurelian empire die – not while there is still life left in our own bodies. Terra is under sworn protection. So, if you chose this path instead, that is the sacrifice Raegan will have to make.”
I’m silent, contemplating their words.
Baldur stares at me coldly.
“If that’s the choice you make, so be it. But then please, turn away from us. I must say my goodbyes to my battle brother, and I don’t want the human female responsible for his death staring at us as I do so.” His lips curl up in disdain.. “Now matter how beautiful you are, you’ll fill me with disgust.”
I shudder.
What choice is there to make, if the alternative is no real choice at all?
I can’t believe it, even as I speak the words, but I nod in agreement.
“No… No, if you think your original plan is better then I’ll…” I gulp dryly. “I’ll mate with you.” My cheeks burn a brighter shade of red. “All of you.”
I can’t believe what I just said.
I just told three Aurelians they could… Mate with me.
A tingle shudders down my spine and heat blossoms between my legs. The three huge warriors are hungry and ready, eager to ravage me.
Raegan nods. “I apologize now. In the battle frenzy, and the mating frenzy – we won’t be ourselves. Aurelians pride themselves on logical detachment. But in the throes… I fear we may lose control. I swear, we’ll try not to hurt you – but in the heat of the moment, it can be rough.”
I meet his eyes, and say perhaps the most truthful thing I will today. “Don’t worry, I can handle it.”
I’ve lost my family. I’ve spent years barely surviving on this barren, desert world. I’ve endured hardships I can’t even count any more. This will be just one more.
Perhaps even a pleasurable one.
Footsteps echo down the hallway. The hated Toad slaver walks down the corridor, the three human women still attached to his wrist bracelet. The fourth chain leash dangles against the ground, and I shudder, hating the feeling of being attached to the Toad.
Would I feel better about being attached to an Aurelian’s wrist?
The Toad reaches his hand out to grab me – but pauses in terror when Baldur aggressively grabs the bars of the cell and stares into his eyes with an angry growl.
“You promised her to us if we survive, so do not treat her roughly. If she is our gift, she must be unbruised. Clean her, robe her.” Realising he’s not in much of a position to make demands, Baldur diplomatically adds: “Your Toad spectators will enjoy the show more if you do.”
The Toad squints. “She is unruly. I have to punish her.”
Reagan steps up to the bars with a growl, his face a mask of rage. “No! Do not punish her! She will behave.” He turns to me, his normally implacable eyes pleading. “Jasmine, tell him you’ll behave!”
I ache to punch the Toad and run the second he unclips my leash. The other three humans tremble as they watch me, as if able to read my intentions; yet unable to understand how I could find the courage to fight back against the slaver.
I ache to free them.
I’m not going to leave until the other three women are free too. I can’t let them live such a horrible life, even if I get killed trying to save them from it.
So, I control myself, and turn to the slaver.
“I’ll behave,” I promise, the words sour on my lips.
The Toad laughs, and barks at the Aurelians: “You already have her obeying you! The crowd will enjoy the show. Whichever of you survives can breed this slut in front of the entire crowd.”
Whichever of them survives?
The Toad eyes them brutally. “There are many lords coming. We have a proud Empire, but you filthy Aurelians think you are better than us. Many will pay to have champion Aurelian gladiators as their servants. But first, to drive the price up… You have to kill for me. The battle will take place in three hours. Prepare yourselves.”
Raegan grabs the bars, staring at the Toad entreatingly. “We survived by luck. We need weapons, or you’ll have only our corpses to sell.”
The Toad laughs, unlinking my chain from the bars and clipping it back around his wrist. I know that he can now send jolts of electricity through me if I’m anything but a demure, obedient slave.
But it isn’t the threat of violence or pain that will keep me obedient. I promised the three Aurelians that I’d obey the Toad; and I can’t risk their safety by doing anything rash.
But what if I get a chance to escape in the meantime? Do I take it? Or do I still wait for the Aurelians?
Oblivious to my thoughts, the Toad laughs at Raegan’s warning.
“Corpses! You make me laugh! Even they have value. Maybe I should have your bodies frozen right now, and sell you still alive and breathing as decorations!”
But then the Toad shakes his head, his jowls jiggling disgustingly.
“Ha! But no, no. You will have weapons. And perhaps armor… I’ll dress you up to be nice and pretty for the buyers.” He narrows his squinty little eyes. “Or maybe it would be best if you still fought naked. You could be bruised and ugly, but the price on your head will be tripled if you survive...”
The Toad looks up, and relishes revealing the enemy these men face.
