Page 77 of Sold to the Alien Smugglers

The prospect of being taken hard by not one, but allthreedominant, alien warriors fills me with anxiety.

I’ve seen the silhouette of their massive, throbbing cocks. To be skewered by such huge shafts might be the fantasy of the countless women – both rich and poor – who go flocking to join Aurelian harems; but not me.

I always stood on my own two feet. I’ve always made my own way in the universe.

Now, I’m at the mercy of others – the towering, inscrutable Aurelians, or the sadistic Toads.

There’s no question which side I’d prefer to be at the mercy of – but once Aurelians descend into the mating frenzy, they lose all concept of what ‘mercy’ even is.

If they truly lose themselves to the mating frenzy, I might not survive the experience. The three of them stand well over seven-feet in height, and each of them weighs at least four-hundred-pounds; all of it pure muscle.

When – notif– they lose themselves to the mating frenzy, all their pent-up rage, frustration, and lust will be unleashed upon me like a volcano erupting.

The Toads are in no rush for us to decide, however. In fact, the Bullfrogs are watching the spectacle with interest – as if this is part of the spectacle itself.

Lord Oblog rubs his slimy hands together, whispering something to Lord Qavar. The Toad Lord gurgles in mirth as he hears it.

It doesn’t take a genius for me to put this all together. The fact that Tessa and I, leashed to our Aurelian ‘masters,’ even have a say in which of us will be fucked reveals everything.

The fact that we’re whispering about which one of us will be fucked on stage – like a piece of property – has already proven Oblog’s theory that we’re nottrulyslaves.

But at this point?

It doesn’t matter.

Unless the Aurelians have some genius plan up their sleeves – and togas don’t evenhavesleeves – then the only other way we’re getting out of here is as corpses.

“I’ll do it.”

“A-Are you sure?”

Tessa whispers gratefully to me, before adding:

“I can do it, honestly.”

Once again, jealousy surges inside of me, but I ignore it. I know that part of Tessa is curious about the Aurelians. In the safety and security of their living quarters, perhaps she’d even been lusting after them. It’s pretty impossible not to, as my encounter with Lucius demonstrates.

Tessa feels that they saved her, and she’s eager to pay them back – but she wouldn’t know what she’s letting herself in for if she does.

Tessa mightthinkthe appeal of Aurelians is just a fantasy – but when you have thousands of pounds of muscular, alien flesh pressing you down and fucking you with every ounce of their monstrous strength, it’ll all become painfully real.

Tessa’s forced bravery is a thin veneer, and the edges are already cracking. If I let her do this, I fear it will break her for good – and drag her down to a place from which none of us will ever be able to recover her.

So, I turn to face Lord Oblog. He meets my stare. The defiance of my gaze tells him all he needs to know.

“I see you have decided.”

His voice has suddenly lost all its glee. I’ve taken the power away from him, and like a child whose toy has been confiscated, he’s angry and frustrated.

But while the Toad Lord might enjoy the sadistic thrill of forcing Aurelians to do his bidding, he didn’t get to his elevated position in Toad society by making his decisions based on emotion. To become one of the ten most powerful Toads in the universe requires cunning, and cold ruthlessness – not letting his feelings rule him.

“Bring the other woman to me,” orders Lord Oblog.

Tessa shudders. I give her a gentle touch on her shoulder, and my breath catches as I remember Ling touching me in that exact, same way right before she turned that last corner and met her end.

Fate has taken me full circle. I now fill Ling’s shoes.

Will I share her fate?

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