Page 21 of Sawoots Story

I can’t help but remember my dream, the dream that was so vivid it felt real. The way they held me down so easily and took me hard and fast, turning into beasts as they unleashed their true nature on me.

Garrick wouldn’t speak down to me like that.

He’d have no cocky arrogance. No desire to shame or humiliate me. He’d have a hot, firm dominance that woulddemandmy obedience. He’d turn me into his little pet.

It’s impossible to get him out of my mind, but I push the thoughts down as best as I can. All that’s left is fear for Tasha. Is she going to make it through this? Will she be able to handle the humiliation and degradation of everything she built?

She looks over at me for support. I’m worried, but I try to face her with confidence, hoping she can gain strength from me.

“Now then,CaptainTasha,” Aelon growls. “You can remove your pants—or I can do it for you.”

There’s a hushed gasp across the room. My skin crawls and I wonder when the last time the men in this room saw a woman was. There’s hundreds of powerful warriors with their blood still up from life-or-death battles against Scorp. What if they fell into the Mating Rage? What if they rose as one, grabbing Tasha and me?

They wouldn’t stop. They’d overwhelm me. They’d take me one by one, fucking me senseless. I’ve heard stories about Aurelian cocks. It isn’t just that they are baseball bat big. They spew out thick, lubricating pre-cum designed to let them force their throbbing rods into too-tight human holes.

I have to pray to the Gods I’m not sure are listening that Captain Aelon knows what he’s doing, because stripping a young woman down and punishing her in front of hundreds of testosterone-fueled warriors sounds like a recipe for disaster.

Aelon grins, showing his bright white teeth. “The hundred lashes owed to your men will be commuted to a hundred spanks on your gorgeous ass. I think we can all agree that’s a fair exchange—and a better result for all of us.”

Tasha’s face flushes red from shame. She jumps down from the chair, landing with grace, and rips off her work pants along with her panties in a quick move designed to make is as un-erotic as possible. She kicks her pants aside with a snarl I see more than hear, standing in front of hundreds of powerful alien warriors in nothing more than a T-shirt.

We’ve seen each other naked before. There’s not much privacy on the littleWayward Scythe, and on month-long missions you get comfortable with each other.

This is different. She looks so tiny and helpless. Vinicus, one of Aelon’s brutish battle-brothers, steps forward and grabs her. He moves fast for such a big man, pulling her up and throwing her down against his lap as he sits in the massive wooden chair. She’s miniscule compared to the seven-foot-tall alien.

Now I know what I’d look like if Garrick put me over his lap and held me down.

Vinicus presses down with one huge hand, but he doesn’t have to exert any force to keep her there. Aurelians have thick, corded muscles much more powerful than humans’, and she’s like a little toy over his lap. Captain Aelon steps closer to her, saying something too softly for anyone else to hear, and I wonder what last barb he’s spat at her to make her punishment worse.

There’s a hard crack of flesh on flesh as Vinicus brings his huge hand down against her bare bottom. Aelon steps aside, giving the crowd a view of my proud, ferocious fighter captain being spanked like a little brat.

“I’m comrades with the guard your crewmembers tried to gut,” the Aurelian snarls, as he lifts his hand for another spank. “We served together during our hundred years of service. He saved my lifetwice.”

It’s personal for the brutal beast. I curse Chris inwardly. The bastard is responsible for this. Tasha kicks, trying to pull herself away, but the marble-skinned Aurelian just presses her down with one hand while his other arcs down in a hard slap, leaving a bright red mark on her bottom.

The Aurelians laugh and jeer…

All but the six who are staring at me with raw hunger.

I feel so small and helpless the way Garrick is staring at me, silent and intent on me. He has no eyes for Tasha. While the other Aurelians gobble up the sight of her naked bottom being punished, Garrick and his triad are fixated on me like I’m the only thing that exists. I have no idea why, but I don’t hate their hungry eyes on my body. Garrick proved to me he wouldn’t take advantage of me when he had the chance. He proved he wouldn’t go Rogue.

Kit is a different story. Drool drips down his chin, and he doesn’t bother to wipe it as he and his disgusting men undress me with their eyes. My stomach roils, and I wish I could rip their eyes from their sockets.

The third spank comes down hard on Tasha’s ass, making her bottom jiggle from the impact. The palm print grows more distinct. Vinicus is marking her.

Tasha drops her head down, defeated, and I feel a surge of heat between my legs. I shift uncomfortably. This can’t be happening to me. I don’t want it to be true, but I get this horrible, powerful urge. The sight of Tasha getting spanked and disciplined like a naughty brat is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

My couplings with human men pale in comparison to the might of the huge, dominant Aurelians. I can practically smell the stink of them as they watch the spectacle. I keep remembering my dream, the way it felt so real as Garrick’s triad pulled my legs apart, so strong that there was nothing I could do to stop it. The way I woke up soaking wet and writhing with lust I couldn’t push down.

A fourth spank comes hard against Tasha’s ass, and I have to hold back a tiny whimper. As much as my heart goes out to Tasha…

All I can imagine is being over Garrick’s lap. I’ve never succumbed to my lust before. I’ve never let it control me. Sexuality is a weapon in Wild Space, and a flirty voice or a bat of the eyes can change the terms of a deal against men who view women as weaker. I enjoy the process of taming bad boys, making them beg for me not to leave.

This…

This is different. This is something deep within me that won’t be sated until I’m with the protective alien triad. I think of them as noble, even though no Aurelian I’ve met is noble when it comes to women. It’s an overpowering, primal lust that makes me want to submit and utterly surrender to Garrick and his triad, and the more I push it down, the more it bubbles up as the pressure increases.

I shudder as I imagine the slim chance of being Bonded to them. I knowallabout the Bond.

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