Page 70 of Taken By the Aurelian Warriors

Brennan had the power to paralyze me with a glance. In contrast, Otho can set me in motion with a single word.

Almost like a robot, I walk forward – until I stand trembling in front of this beast of a man.

Up close, the scar on Otho’s face is the only clue that this marble giant isn’t invulnerable. Assuming Aurelian arteries run in roughly the same direction as those of a human, that scar stops one inch short of what would have been a deadly injury.

One inch. Isn’t it funny? Once inch is the only thing that set in motion the events of this last day. If that scar had been one inch lower, Otho wouldn’t be standing here today. His two, surviving battle-brothers might never have ventured to Marn. In fact, I’d probably be safe in my bed right now – never having been kidnapped, but likewise never having experienced a second of real life.

“What… what are you going to do to me?”

I’d been so defiant just seconds earlier, but there’s no courage in my voice now. It’s weaker – fainter. This beastly alien warrior – who snatched me in the night, right from my very home – now towers over me. I’m trapped – there’s no way out – and I can see in the firm set of his jaw that he views it as hisdutyto make sure I learnneverto try and escape again.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson.”

His huge hand snaps forward. I jerk my arm back, away from him – but Otho moves at inhuman speed, and within a heartbeat he’s already grabbed my wrist. I struggle, but he pulls me effortlessly towards a metal workbench at the edge of the gloomy basement, and then calmly presses me down over it.

I’m gasping. I’d thought Otho was going to spank me over his lap. Instead, he’s looming behind me, and the way he grabbed me was much rougher and more forceful than I’d anticipated.

In Otho, there’s none of the tenderness that was apparent beneath Brennan’s cruel exterior. This is no sweet, private moment – this truly will be punishment.

One of Otho’s huge hands flattens down between my shoulder blades – crushing me down across the metal workbench. I struggle at the roughness of his touch, but I might as well be fighting off a half-ton of bricks piled on my back.

The warmth of Otho’s huge hand also serves as a stark contrast to the coldness of the workbench beneath me – the chill seeping through my thin dress and puckering my already hard nipples.

Lazar and Brennan walk forward slowly, until they stand in front of me. Now, there’s nowhere safe for me to look – no direction I can avert my eyes to try and escape my shame.

I shudder, knowing exactly what Otho’s about to do to me. The huge, alien warrior is going to spank me in front of his battle-brothers – putting on a show at the same time as he demonstrates his power over me.

Lazar and Brennan stand there, wide-eyed. Their slate-grey eyes are like pools of dull, molten metal. There’s nothing human in those eyes – just raw, flaming hunger. Brennan even cocks his head, like a predator tracking his next meal.

I hear a hot murmur in my ear.

“Close your jaw, Natali – so you won’t bite your tongue.”

Otho breathes the words like he’s issuing a death sentence. It makes me realize that this punishment isn’t going to be easy – that by challenging his pride, I’ve forced his hand to show me no mercy.

I clench my teeth – my whole body trembling in anticipation.

Then, there’s a hiss of air.

Otho’s huge, right hand comes cracking downhardagainst the flesh of my right buttock – hard enough to make my whole body tense. Pain flares, and I gasp out loud, before trying to stifle my reaction.

I grit my teeth. Ican’tlet them see me weak.

No matter what, I must win – I won’t let this punishment change me.

They may be trying to teach me a lesson, but I won’t let this punishment stop me from looking for any and all windows of escape. These three aliens won’t be able to hold me forever. They mightthinkthey can train me to be a subdued, submissive little prisoner – but Iwon’tbreak.

Another hard spank comes cracking down across my left buttock, and my resolve instantly weakens. Tears flood my eyes. I drop my head and focus my glistening eyes on the old, dull metal of the workbench. It reminds me of the cold, grey alien eyes of my kidnappers – three pairs of them staring at me right now, helpless and exposed.

I shudder. It would be so easy to give in – to surrender. To give up all hope of escape, and submit to anything these monstrous alien warriors desire to avoid this punishment ever being repeated.

But am I the only one in anguish right now?

Behind me, towering over me like a mountain, Otho is breathing in deeply – his breath rasping in his throat. I wish I could see his face right now, so I could see how close he was to losing control.

If Otho did snap, would he take me right here? Bent over this cold, metal workbench? Helpless to escape him?

Would the other aliens hold me down as he fucked me? As Otho took me hard from behind – only to then take turns to seed me next?

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