by Cain, Corin
My owners. Oh, Gods, they own me now!
Raka gently tugs on the leash, and I’m forced on my feet. He pulls me closer to his body, and I feel so utterly naked and exposed compared to the bulky armor he wears.
The power difference between us is beyond obvious.
Raka towers over me, adorned in full battle armor, with his devastating Orb-Weapon sheathed at his side.
In contrast, I am tiny as I stand beside him, utterly naked and exposed, and obviously turned on and vulnerable. Raka breathes in as he looks down at me, inhaling as if he can taste me…
…and as he does so, his eyes grow wider.
“You’re unclaimed,” he growls, and I shiver in humiliation.
I’d heard tales of such a thing – that Aurelians are so sex-crazed and lustful that they can actually taste virginity on a girl.
I’m so embarrassed. My eyes sink downward, but suddenly Raka jerks the leash and forces me to look upwards and meet his eyes.
“I’m going to make you ask for it. I’m going to make you beg for me to claim you, my little pet.”
I barely stifle a moan. Raka’s menacing words are dripping with dark desire. I find myself shivering as I succumb to a lustful vision – imagining all three of these dominant men taking me back to their room and forcing me down against the bed; then fucking me hard with their massive, Aurelian cocks.
I imagine them taking me by force, claiming me against my will…
…except they’d know it wasn’t. That’s the dark, intoxicating thing about these three men. It’s like they know what I want, even when I don’t know it myself.
They’d take me – ravish me – so that afterward I could at least pretend it wasn’t exactly what I needed, and secretly craved.
But then I shudder. I realize that was the true fantasy, and the reality of my situation will be much more shameful.
Raka’s not going to take me. He’s not going to give me the dignity to pretend I didn’t want it.
He’s going to make me beg for it first.
My body shivers as Raka strides off the stage. I’m forced to follow him – walking quickly behind, knowing that if I don’t he’ll literally drag me with that leash. He’d haul me out of this theater totally naked, in front of this crowd and the one that awaits outside.
So, I follow him. I scurry behind Raka, out of the doorway, and up the stairs to the theater landing pad where their Reaver awaits.
I gasp. I’ve seen these ships before, of course – flying high above the streets of Tear.
But up close? I never realized how big they were.
The steps to the Reaver are so high that I could barely manage them, and so instead Raekon steps in behind me - lifting me effortlessly by the hips, placing me inside the ship as if I was a kitten.
I suddenly realize just how weightless I must be to him. Here among the humans I’d always considered myself a big woman – all curves. No man has ever tried to lift me up before, and few even could…
But to an Aurelian, I apparently weigh as little as a feather; as Raekon sets me inside the attack ship with barely any effort.
I bite my lip - instantly imagining him lifting me up and forcing me down onto his huge, throbbing, Aurelian cock.
The door of the Reaver closes behind me, and suddenly the lustful aliens change.
Those looks of uncontrollable desire and barely-contained lust are suddenly muted on their faces. The slate-grey eyes of the Aurelians narrow, and I realize they’re shifting mental gears – from lust-fueled beasts to focused warriors.
“Stations,” Raka orders, taking the pilot’s seat. The two other Aurelians man the gunnery stations. Tear is supposed to be a friendly city to them – after all, they saved the lives of tens of thousands of our citizens – but these three Aurelians still look like they’re ready for war.
But I realize why.
The Aurelian Empire will be after them. They renounced the Empire to save us.
I suddenly remember that I owe my life to these three men. If they hadn’t dropped down to save me from those three Scorp, I’d be dead. I suddenly feel a flood of guilt, realizing that these three warriors postponed saving other dwellers of the city specifically so that they could come to my manor, and stop those three Scorp from grabbing me and ripping me to shreds.
It’s a horrible thought – and yet somehow it brings me comfort.
It’s fitting. These Aurelian warriors saved my life. Now they own it.
I shudder. It feels so wrong, and yet so right. It brings me a certain comfort, knowing that I’m paying the debt owed by the people of Tear, but that it’s a debt I’m beholden to as much as anybody else.
And that comfort eases the other shame I feel – that the dirtier these Aurelians treat me, and the sluttier I feel, the more turned on I’ll become.
I’ve always known I had deep, shameful desires locked up deep within my subconscious – but it wasn’t until I encountered these Aurelians that I’ve ever had them drawn out into the open.
Yet they unlock my wicked fantasies with such ease – exposing them even to me.
I suddenly feel the weight of the collar around my neck, and I realize that I’m comforted by it. The collar is attached to a leash, which trails to Raka’s wrist. The end of the leash is cuffed there, and it ties us together – literally, and metaphorically.
The ship takes off silently, and as my stomach lurches at the sudden rise in altitude, I remember the way it felt to be stripped bare in front of that huge crowd.
Alone, that experience would have made me feel humiliated, disgraced and degraded.
Yet because the Aurelians commanded it, it suddenly took on a deeper, darker form of meaning to me. Being forced into shameful situations so easily, by these sexy, dominant men, triggered something deep inside of me – some guilt-ridden desire to be used.
Only those Aurelians have the key to unlocking that part of me – but now they have, who knows what will flood out?
7
Leon
I scan the city, forcing myself to focus.
I never knew I shared the same needs and desires as my battle-brothers – not as strongly as I felt it today.
I’d always known that they had a burning need to completely and utterly dominate a woman. I’d never felt it myself…
…until tonight.
Tonight, I saw Lezena again – that incredible, bewitching, intoxicating girl from the garden, on the day of the Scorp invasion.
The girl – the only girl – we’d arranged that ceremony for.
The nobles of this city – the haughty, arrogant bastards – had brought us a collection of beautiful girls and women gleaned from the common families all across this planet; but all of those females were invisible to us.
We were there for one woman, and one woman only.
The beauty we’d rescued from the Scorp, in that garden.
And we’d found her.
More than that – we’d claimed her.
She was ours – Lezena Albright – and as soon as we’d declared her our possession, it had become obvious how perfect she was. How she was destined to be our possession.
We’d all seen how turned on she got by our commands. It was as if Lezena was as destined to be ours, just as we were destined to possess her.
I was excited how quickly I’d fallen into the same dark desires as my battle-brothers. In fact, I had been the one who telepathically suggested to my leader that he command Lezena to strip, right in front of everybody. It was like I could taste it on her – somehow I knew that she craved the humiliation, and the act would arouse her despite her dripping shame.
I turn to Lezena, staring at the naked, wildly-aroused human female as she sits naked in our Reaver. My cock is already as hard as a rock, pressed uncomfortably against the rough material of my armored pants.
“Do all human women secretly crave to be humiliated?” I growl at her, my voice raw and full of hunger. I can’t understand why Lezena was so aroused at the idea of such
public humiliation, but I’d known exactly what she needed; and delivered upon it.
Lezena looks down, but her cheeks are burning red and that’s all the confirmation I need. It’s proof that she enjoyed being stripped and exposed in front of the crowd of nobility and commoners. When that human guard touched her, however, I instantly saw that burning need transform into disgust instead.
That man is dead as a result of his uncouth behavior – as will be any other man who ever tries to make this beautiful, wicked creature do anything she doesn’t want.
A sudden movement in the corner of my eye makes me jolt back to my gunnery station. I train my Orb-Gun right.
Just a bird! It’s just a bird.
We have another two days at least before the Aurelian Empire sends Law Enforcement to try and recover us. That’s just two days in which to enjoy the pleasures of Lezena at our leisure.
“Lezena,” I murmur, her name so sweet on my tongue. I turn back and see her bite her lip at the sound of my voice. Her nipples are so achingly hard already, begging to be touched…
Begging to be pulled, pinched, and nibbled on…
The scent of her is driving me insane. Lezena is already so wet, and the scent of her arousal mixes with the unclaimed taste of her virginity.
“Focus,” growls Raka, piloting the Reaver expertly towards our penthouse. I snarl, and my biceps flex uncontrollably as I turn back around to look through the sights of the gunnery station.
Laid out before me are the bright lights of this city, pushing away the darkness of night.
The penthouse.
The people of Tear put us in the best room in the finest hotel in the entire city – one adorned with huge beds that could easily fit the four of us inside them.
I wondered if Lezena could fit all of us inside her.
She will, whether she thinks she wants to or not. She’ll take all of us – and, more than that… She’s going to beg for it.
It’s so filthy - so utterly, utterly wrong…
But Raka had guessed correctly. It might be wrong, but it’s exactly what Lezena needs.
No, craves.
The old Aurelians of the early Empire would have claimed her body already by now – taking Lezena by force, and spanking her hard until she succumbs to them. They’d have forced her down against the bed and taken each of her virginities by now – sweetly sucking mouth, fertile little pussy, and tight, virgin ass…
But we will claim something deeper.
We won’t force Lezena. We’ll make her beg for it.
We will claim her mind.
8
Lezena
We climb in altitude, flying higher and higher up the side of the famous Aquamarine hotel.
This towering, luxury hotel is where interstellar businessmen stay, and I’d heard that the penthouse had previously been reserved by a minor Duke of Territus.
When the Aurelians had saved us, however, his entire retinue was forced out to lesser accommodation, to make space for the Aurelian triad.
No doubt the Duke had been humiliated – but such is the nature of these three Aurelians. My father, too, had learned where he truly stood in the pecking order when the high-nobles had handed over his own daughter to the Aurelians, as if she was a common whore.
But, as I was starting to realize, there was nothing common about these Aurelians, or their desire for me.
The Reaver flew faster and faster up the side of the hotel, and I watched through the view shield as floor after floor whooshed past us – like we were in the world’s fastest, and most heavily-armed, elevator.
As we scream upwards, I catch a glimpse of the Kraken in the exposed glass of the aquarium. The huge, black beast lurks in the immense underwater environment. It had been pulled up from the sunless depths of the deepest oceans of Tear, and now it was shown off in the planet’s most luxurious hotel as a spectacle.
I wondered if the poor Kraken had felt as humiliated to be displayed as I had.
Probably not. The creature was so alien – so strange – it was impossible to think of it having thoughts comparable to any humans.
The Kraken was immense, and had so many tentacles – so many long, probing appendages – that it took my imagination into dark places.
I shudder as I imagine how all six hands of the Aurelians would feel grazing up and down my body – like twisting, searching, teasing tentacles.
I reach up and touch the leather leash that is attached to my neck. It’s attached to the wrist of the huge alien warrior who leads this triad. The leather is thin, but incredibly strong. I know I wouldn’t be able to break it even if I’d wanted to.
Finally, the Reaver reaches the peak of the towering hotel, and touches down slowly on the roof of the Aquamarine penthouse.
As the Orb-Engine shuts down, the huge doors of the Reaver swing open.
Raka steps out and lifts me off my feet, swinging me onto the landing pad as if I weighed nothing.
We’re thousands of feet above the streets of Tear, and up here the wind clutches at me sharply – chilling my naked body and ensuring my nipples harden into sensitive little buds.
Raka strides away from the Reaver, and I’m forced to follow by the tug of his leash. Meanwhile, the two other Aurelians stride behind me. I can feel their eyes burning on me as they study the curve of my generous bottom, watching the roll of my hips as I walk.
It makes me feel even more exposed that I had previously…
…and that humiliation floods my pussy.
The doors to the penthouse open automatically as we approach. I’ve been in countless manors and mansions since I was raised to the status of low-noble – but even within those luxurious accommodations, the facilities of The Aquamarine seem impressive.
As we step inside the Penthouse, I discover that the furniture and counters are all made from the darkest, most polished obsidian – almost as dark as the shimmering blue-black of an Orb-Weapon – and everything else within the suite is stylishly black and imposing.
The middle of the room wraps around the aquarium – the towering water-filled structure around which this hotel is built.
Beyond the toughened glass, tropical fish of every color flit around aimlessly, unaware that they’re no longer beneath the ocean waves, but literally miles into the air.
These fish are out of their element…
…and so am I!
Raka coldly grips the leash, tugging it closer. I stumble forward, forced nearer to his towering, imposing body. I have to crane my neck to look up at him.
“When I saw you in the garden, I knew,” Raka growls, his voice desperate and hungry.
I know the physiology of Aurelians. While he might appear to be in his late twenties by human standards, I know that this alien has already lived hundreds of years.
Yet, in this moment Raka has no logic or reason left. He stares at me like a gigantic wolf, with eyes so wide that I can see the whites surrounding the cold, slate-grey of his irises.
I realize I’m panting - breathing in and out desperately, my whole body trembling. Each second I spend in the company of these three, towering aliens is a second closer to…
I dare not think about it.
Instead, I responded to Raka’s growl.
“You… You knew? Knew what?” I look up at the huge warrior. It’s so intimidating to address him while he towers over me, in that huge suit of armor, while I stand there naked and exposed.
“I knew that you would be ours,” growls Raekon, stepping up behind me. I turn sharply, and find the imposing alien looming over me. His shiny, black hair falls down around his shoulders - unlike the hairstyle of any other Aurelian I’ve seen before. It gives the towering, regal-looking alien a primitive, savage aura.
Ours, they’d said. Like property.
I search their slate-grey eyes, but I can’t find a hint of mercy in Raekon or Raka’s gaze. I turn to look at Leon – the most distinguished of the three of them, with his high cheekbones that give his finely-featured
face a royal look. His eyes, too, are filled with pure hunger as he looks up and down my body with savage lust.
I shudder, knowing what’s to come.
All my life, my father has guarded my innocence jealously. He was always waiting to use it as a commodity, like he’s always done everything precious in our lives. My father kept me pure and unspoiled not because he cared about me, but because it was a facet that could be used as a bargaining chip to unite our house with an even more powerful family.
As such, the farthest I’ve ever gone with a guy was a kiss – that stolen one, from the gardener’s son. Aside from that, I have only my imagination and some forbidden, steamy books to draw from.
As such – knowing the lustful nature of Aurelians – it makes me horribly nervous to think of what awaits me.
I can barely stand it. As terrified and anxious as I am, I’m also quivering with anticipation. My current situation is the stuff of nightmares – and also my darkest fantasies.
Only one feeling that remains consistent - that I’ve never felt so desired before. Whenever I used to look at myself in the mirror, I’d always felt so nervous and self-conscious, hating the way the generous curves of my body looked so inelegant compared to the sleek and slender bodies of those gorgeous, highborn noblewomen.
Yet to the Aurelians, it’s as if those slender women are invisible – as sexually attractive to them as a chair, or table. They only have eyes for me, and instead of thinking of my curves and full figure as unattractive, my womanly figure seems to turn them on more.
I’ve never felt so desired. I’ve never felt so sexy, before. Those Aurelians turn their hungry, slate-grey eyes towards me and it’s like every insecurity I’ve ever had washes instantly away.
Raekon suddenly can’t wait a moment longer. He scoops me up, wrapping one huge arm around my hip, and sets me on the countertop as if I’m as light and helpless as a kitten.
My body tingles with need as this towering alien just does whatever he wants with me. I feel so helpless and vulnerable…
