Page 36 of Aurelian Prisoner

…and then I realize my last weapon is gone.

My lastlethalweapon.

Once again, while most would be despondent, I cling to optimism.

I still have my body – and that’s my most powerful weapon. Iwillseduce these warriors – and now, after this indignity, I’ll make them regret the day theyevercrashed into my life and took me captive.

Daccia gives me a long, hard stare with his emotionless eyes. My body trembles beneath his stare. For a moment, I wonder if he can read my mind – hear my defiant, angry thoughts…

It’s almost as if he can. I feel so small and helpless, strapped to this chair. I’m totally in his control.

Daccia’s voice is a low growl: "Is that the last weapon?"

I nod furiously. The probe in my mouth stops me from being able to move my head more than half an inch, and I can’t even mumble a response.

For a second, Daccia just glares at me silently. Finally, he hisses:

"I'm not sure I believe you. Thereareother places you might...hidea weapon.”

If I could have clenched my thighs together, I would have done. I know exactly what places he’s referring to.

“Not only that,” the towering Aurelian growls, “but you deserve a...punishmentfor what you've done."

My stomach tightens into a knot.

As I sit there, bound and helpless, I can’t help but stare at the outline of Daccia's swollen cock – very clearly throbbing in his pants.

The bastard’sexcitedby the idea of me being trapped and helpless. At first, I imagine his hand slapping against my naked ass...

…then I realize what hereallyintends.

Other places.

The tendrils curled around my body start to shift. The metal tentacles begin to move down my body, wriggling and writhing, and I shudder in fear.

As if they’re alive, the metal tendrils begin to tease at my thighs. Daccia takes a step back as he watches – as if he needs to put physical space between him and the lewd display in front of him.

I watch, my eyes burning furiously. Daccia’s huge, muscular arms flex beneath the crisp, white material of his dress shirt. I can tell he's barely holding himself back.

"AI,” the towering Aurelian murmurs. “Check her cavities."

He says the words clinically. Somehow, it makes them even more humiliating.

My cheeks burn red with shame as the cool, steel tendrils begin to play with my soaking wet pussy.

Gods, I'msofucking turned on at being helpless in front of this powerful alien. All my attempts to seduce him have backfired. I'm the one sopping with desire now – trembling with need.

Before, I’d almost dreaded succeeding in my plan – but now all I want is for Daccia to lose control andtake me, hard and deep.

Shit, I realize it isn't just my freedom that I crave. I’ve been aching for the touch of this warrior species ever since I left that Aurelian harem all those years ago.

Some of the tendrils slide upintomy pussy, sending waves of pleasure rippling through me. Then, a second one teases my asshole. Suddenly, it grows slick – as if secreting some kind of lubricant for this very purpose.

Oh, Gods!

I whimper in sinful pleasure as the machine slowly presses the point of that tentaclewayinto my asshole, stretching and filling me.

I struggle against my bonds, but there's no way for me to escape. Daccia just watches, obviously hungry for more – but somehow still in control of his lust-filled body.

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