Page 46 of Aurelian Prisoner

Daccia doesn't have the pent-up rage of Hadrian. He's matter-of-fact, and he knows this punishment is discipline. This punishment istraining.

Daccia brings the whip up. "I turned on the mirror so you could see it,” he explains. “I turned it on because it will make the punishment worse for you.”

I watch as Daccia licks his lips.

“If you try to escape again, Iwillpunish you more, Allie," he states – and then brings the whip down across my ass.

I cry out as the crack of the whip fills the room. This issomuch worse than before.

Daccia’s stroke is controlled. His violence doesn't come from passion, but from a need totrainme – to discipline me into becoming a better prisoner.

He cracks the whip down against my left ass cheek next, and the sudden pain makes me quiver. My legs give out, but the steel restraints hold me up.

Tears flood freely from my eyes. I drop my head, staring down at the ground, unable to keep my eyes on the mirror.

I feel utterly defeated.

The whip cracks down on me again… and again…

Over and over, hard and fast pain overwhelms me.

I give into it – sobbing as I just wait for it to end, for all of this to be over...

But, suddenly – after just two more cracks of that whip – the punishment abruptly ends.

I keep my head down – hoping thatsomehow,they’re letting me off easy. However, I know Aurelian justice – and it's more likely that water would stop being wet.

The respite is both mercy and torture. It allows me to cling to the last shreds of rebellion, buried deep within my heart. It allows me to shield the one part of me that a whip can’t touch. I might feel defeated physically – but I still know, at the first chance, I’ll escape.

Then I hear it – Daccia growling.

My head lifts up. In the mirror, I see the raw hunger in Daccia’s eyes. His lips draw back, baring his teeth like a feral beast. Hadrian and Kitos step forward, either side of Daccia. Each of them is clearly beyond aroused. Their enormous cocks are pressing obscenely against their athletic pants.

This time, when I beg, it’s not a ruse. I’m no longer trying to manipulate them.

"Please,” I gasp. “I can't take anymore."

Suddenly, the whip drops from Daccia's hand. I shudder as I hear it clatter on the steel floor.

Daccia extends his palm, touching the abused flesh of my ass. Goosebumps instantly ripple all across my body. Daccia’s huge, thick fingers run between my legs. Suddenly, he’s teasing the entrance to my sopping, wet pussy. I didn't even realize how fucking turned on I was – not until his index finger plays with my glistening folds, and then slowly presses against me.

I don't say a word. I know anything I say might suddenly break these warriors out of the mating frenzy. I don't know what did it – what finally made them crack – but it’s clear on their marble faces that all rational thought has left their minds.

Punishing me was too much for my alien captors. It was like a switch suddenly went off in their heads – and I steel myself, knowing that now all they can do is take me.

As I hang there, bound by those steel restraints, I lick my lips. Suddenly, all I can think about are their huge, throbbing cocks. The thought of them stretching me open and taking me hard. All I can focus on is the thought of those huge cocks throbbing and spasming as they spurt their seed deep inside me.

I watch in the mirror as Daccia slowly pulls down his pants. His huge cock thrusts out, hungry for me. Daccia’s cock is far bigger than any human male possibly could be. His ivory rod is already dripping with copious amounts of pre-cum – almost like a hose. The sight of those drips of pre-cum, splattering against the floor, fills me with utter need.

Aurelians are designed to fuck too-tight holes of human females, and therefore that copious, drooling pre-cum is highly lubricated – to help ease their enormous cocks deep inside a willing, too-small hole.

Daccia is lost. His eyes have no humanity left in them – just the rage of a beast.

Either side of him, Hadrian and Kitos are moving in a spell – rubbing their own dicks through their athletic pants as they eagerly watch their leader.

A moan leaves my lips as Daccia steps forward. I shudder as he presses the swollen head of his dick against my sopping, wet opening.

The pain of the whipping is still emanating from my red, raw backside – but it's suddenly nothing compared to the utterneedI feel. I’ve ached for Aurelian cock ever since I had my first taste of it, when I joined that harem. More than that - I’ve ached for these three specific Aurelians ever since I first saw them.

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