by Corin Cain
I shudder at the thought of Torelli seeing me nude and in ecstasy.
He disgusts me, morally and physically. He’s the first Aurelian I’ve ever seen with a gut – I didn’t even know it was possible for the warrior species to get fat…
…but I know there’ll be a lot of muscle underneath that fat. He’s not to be underestimated.
Suddenly, another wave of dark shame hits me. For a moment, I’m not even sure if I’ll be able to go through with this. I want to be strong. I need to be strong for my little sister – but the humiliation is all-consuming. I feel so nervous and dirty.
My triad stands as one. Kitos pulls at my leash, and I stand at his wordless command.
Despite my nervousness, the pleasure dress wraps around my body enticingly, touching and tantalizing every inch of my bare skin. I try desperately to escape into the arousal it draws from me, especially as the overwhelming sense of shame – at the thought of being fucked in front of a crowd – floods my mind.
I feel too much shame… and so I look inward, into the Bond.
Please… Please, take this shame away. Please, come to life as they promised you would.
Suddenly, the Bond thrums.
My legs suddenly buckle as a wave of sheer need flows through me. I called upon the Bond, and it answered – more powerfully than I could possibly have imagined.
The Bond hits me with a wave of lust that instantly overpowers my shame. It’s not making me feel this way – the Bond is just drawing my secret desires up, from deep inside me. It’s giving power to my darkest, deepest urges, and lowering my inhibitions until such fleeting emotions as shame, embarrassment and nervousness as washed utterly away.
Newly energized, I follow my triad as Giovanni leads us into the elevator.
Despite the power of the Bond, filling me with lust and arousal, I still get a sick feeling knowing that this little, slimy bastard is going to watch me getting fucked along with everybody else in this club. My shame is almost too much to bear.
And then I get an idea.
“Kitos,” I telepath. “Turn on the dress – please!” I realize I need to be too turned on to even think about what’s going to happen to me. The shame is so powerful, I need to overcome it with pure, slutty lust.
There’s an edge of surprise in Kitos’ aura, but he complies with my request.
Oh, Gods!
At Kitos’ command, the pleasure dress activates.
I’d thought it teased and tantalized me before – but, suddenly, the sheer material clings to me like it’s alive – vibrating against every sensitive part of my body. It’s as if a thousand little fingers are pinching and teasing my nipples, like a hundred tiny tongues are lapping at my pussy, and as if a hundred eager lips are tantalizing, oh-so-close, to sucking on my clit.
I gasp out loud.
Giovanni laughs in the elevator, surprised at my moan.
“Your bitch is in heat! You’ve trained her…hgggh!“
The ‘hgggh’ is because Hadrian’s huge hand just shot out and lifted Giovanni clean off the floor, holding him aloft by his throat.
Giovanni hangs from Hadrian’s iron grip, spluttering and gasping for air. He can’t catch a breath.
I hide my smile. It’s good to see the grease-ball getting put in his place. I know exactly how strong Hadrian’s grip can be...
Hadrian holds Giovanni aloft, presenting him to the camera hanging from the ceiling of the elevator.
“Torelli! We don’t abide disrespect to our property!”
He’s brandishing Giovanni like a prize. The greasy-haired host starts kicking his legs in the air, as the last of the air runs out of his lungs. I see the horror in Giovanni’s eyes as he realizes he’s about to die...
Then, suddenly, Hadrian lets go – dropping Giovanni to the floor with a loud thump.
The host’s breath rattles in his nearly crushed throat, as he desperately sucks in air, completely cowed. It takes Giovanni nearly five seconds before he can pull himself to his feet.
“I-I’m sorry... So, so sorry,” he croaks, clutching his throat, his face bright red.
My triad of Aurelians ignores him – which is as close to accepting the little man’s apology as he’s lucky to get.
The doors to the elevator then rattle open, and the Bond hits me with another wave of pleasure. My nipples have become two, hard buds – both begging to be touched as the pleasure dress teases them mercilessly.
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 beneath this pleasure dress, and so when Hadrian presses me down, he instantly impales me on his huge, hard manhood. I gasp and moan as he claims me – making me utterly his in front of this huge crowd.
Just when I think my humiliation couldn’t be any more complete, I suddenly feel something else.
Kitos' huge, veiny dick is pressing against my asshole!
Gods! It’s already so slick from my own saliva and his constantly-drooling pre-cum. I want to moan out for him to stop – but I know there's nothing I could do to stop him now. Kitos is descending into the mating frenzy, even as hundreds of onlookers stare at me being used and taken by these two, towering Aurelians.
My ass is too fucking tight! It’s too small for Kitos' big dick. There's no way that it is going to fit inside of me!
But that doesn't stop Kitos.
There's no cruelty in his aura now. I'm actually shocked by absence of it. He normally has such a dark, almost demonic side to his lust – but now, Kitos is just too intensely turned on to even think.
His lust flows through the Bond like lava – mixing and merges with mine. I feel like I'm seeing through his eyes all of a sudden – feeling his starving, all-consuming need as he presses the huge head of his cock against my most private hole.
I gasp out, and the moment I stretch open my lips, Hadrian kisses me deeply. He holds me down against his body, pulling me inch after inch onto his huge, swollen dick. I feel like I'm being impaled.
The Bond is thrumming in my mind – turning the pain of being stretched to the limit into pure, dripping pleasure. It melts through my mind – overwhelming me.
Then, suddenly, Hadrian is fully inside of me. I gasp out. He kisses me deeply and holds me down on his dick – letting me grow accustomed to the feeling of having his huge pole buried deep inside of me.
Kitos grips my ass cheeks, spreading them wide open and pressing his cockhead into my ass. I never knew it was so sensitive back there as he presses his dick inside of me. There's a dark, shameful pleasure to being used like this.
There's so much pre-cum on his cock that it instantly lubricates the inside of my ass – and he's rock-hard to the point at which my tight little ass can offer no resistance against his surging cock. Deeper and deeper he presses into me – until the huge head of his cock is finally buried deep inside of me, and Kitos grunts and groans in satisfaction as he begins to fuck me.
Daccia stands over us, keeping his eyes left and right, scanning the crowd. I know he'll take me after the two men have already seeded me. His aura is more restrained. Somehow, he’s managed to resist the Bond taking control and driving him into the mating frenzy.
The Bond.
Oh, Gods! The Bond.
Nothing can compare to this: To the waves of ecstasy flowing through me as both Kitos and Hadrian fully embed themselves deep inside my tight little holes. They’re stretching me to the very limits. I feel so helpless as their big, strong bodies crush me between them.
Then they really start to fuck me. As one, they both pull themselves almost completely out of me – and then suddenly thrust their highly lubricated dicks back inside me. I'm never empty as they grunt and groan in unison, fucking me like beasts. The crowd all around us is cheering – and I know they’re all in a frenzy, watching me being turned into a whore right in front of them.
Kitos and Hadrian cum at once, their auras turning into blinding light in my mind.
My own orgasm grips me, pulling all rational thought out of my head and making me scream like a dirty little slut in front of everyone.
I moan and whimper, my cries of pleasure filling the room – louder even than the grunts and growls of the Aurelians as they flood me with their seed.
The Bond strengthens. Suddenly I can feel the two men more clearly, as if their auras were even deeper inside my head. I feel their seed filling me, spurting inside me to the utter limit, flooding me as I’m used in front of the crowd. Finally, the two warriors pull themselves from my plundered holes, and their cum drips down my thighs.
It’s Daccia turn now. He roughly grabs my hair and forces me down on all fours in front of him. Cum is already dripping from my ass and pussy. I can see the crowd. I can see hundreds of men watching me, and the Bond turns my shame into a deep, degrading lust. The more I'm humiliated, the more turned on I become.
Daccia presses his dick into my cum-filled pussy from behind. I look down, trying to get away from the sight of the crowd – but then he grabs my hair and forces my head up; making me look at the crowd as he takes me hard and rough. His right hand spanks my ass, as his left hand holds the base of his hair, bending my back into a cruel yet delicious c-shape.
He fucks me like an animal – and my orgasms start endlessly washing over me. One climax ends and the next begins, all while the Bond overwhelms my emotions and the pleasure dress stimulates my senses. Daccia's huge dick keeps pounding into me – forcing my pussy to contract tightly. His cock responds with firm throbs as he growls and takes me harder and harder.
It doesn't take Daccia long. Within five minutes of harsh pounding, he finally growls – and explodes deep inside me, thick ropes of hot cum filling my eager pussy.
The Bond thrums in my mind, linking us even more closely. I can feel his aura securing itself even more firmly inside my mind.
I gasp out, and the curtains close.
I'm finally alone with the three men.
The three men…
…and the Bond that links me to them.
Oh, Gods! It's grown stronger! So much stronger. I guess every time we mate, we’ll all be linked even deeper together.
From behind us, Torelli steps onto the stage from a back entrance. I wrap my pleasure dress around me, hiding from his cold gaze.
"You did very well. I've never seen such a fucking! There's nothing more beautiful than watching Aurelians with human females. Mmm, those lucky little sluts that will soon be joining your harem."
Daccia’s aura is still a hard, stable line in my mind. He didn’t lose himself in the coupling. His sense
of duty to me is greater than even his need to seed and claim his mate.
“The women,” Daccia snarls, zipping up his pants. “We want to see them. A deal is a deal.”
"Of course – and you'll be getting a very good price. I apologize for the necessity of that... spectacle. However, my gut told me you three were Law Enforcement agents. I've never been wrong before - never in my whole fucking life have my instincts ever been off.”
Torelli narrows his eyes.
“Otherwise, none of this would have been necessary."
"Necessary – but it was also a pleasure," says Kitos, and he gives me a firm spank on my sore ass. I bite my lip as arousal floods through me. The Bond creates a pure, sensual torture that I know is only going to grow inside me unless I can get control of it.
"I've assembled the best women..." Torelli begins.
"No!" Hadrian interrupts.
Torelli blinks – shocked at the force of Hadrian’s outburst.
"We want to see all of the women,” Hadrian snarls. “We choose which are best.”
All of the women. Every last one.
If my sister is among the women of this horror-house, I’ll spot her instantly – and we’ll bring her home.
Please, Gods! Please – bring her back to me.
22
Hadrian
I’m still pen up with rage. Fucking Allie turns me into a beast. Even after sating myself deep inside her perfect cunt, I still want more of her. I can feel the Bond throbbing between us – stronger now even than before.
It means she’s not yet seeded with my son. She will bear them for me – an army of strong, powerful Aurelians who’ll lead my race to greatness. No longer will we die out. No longer will we make imperfect copies of ourselves in the cryo-chambers. Allie is our future – our meaning, our purpose, and our everything.
We have been dishonored – but our many sons will not bear our shame.
All I have to do is get Allie out of The Rhino safely. I pray her sister is in the ranks of the girls we’re about to see – but, either way, we’re getting Allie off this planet soon enough; in a fresh, fully functioning Reaver. We’ll be getting away from the Aurelian Empire entirely, including the Law Enforcement agents who will soon be on our heels.
