Page 23 of Bonded Queen: to the Alien Warlord Triad

My dress rides up, and I know that being over his shoulder, my ass is exposed to the others of his triad. I hear Ra’al’s boots as he moves closer, and then his huge fingers are running up my thigh, towards my pussy. I kick, fighting at his touch, craving it, needing to defy, when Orr shifts me, throwing me over his lap as he sits down hard on the wooden bench.

It creaks under the alpha’s huge bulk. He must weigh five, six hundred pounds of pure muscle. I reach out, trying to touch the ground to get my balance, but he’s too big, and my feet dangle in the air as they kick. He holds me down easily with one huge hand, and with the other, pulls up my robe. He rips my panties with ease, like they are tissue under his fingers.

A jolt of red-hot shame adds to my tense arousal as I realize all the other servants and the five aliens can see my pussy glistening. I’ve never been so wet before, and there’s no hiding my arousal. As Orr breathes in through his nostrils, I know he’s tasting my scent, my need, and my innocence.

I turn my head left and lock eyes with Kat. She’s got a look of understanding in her eyes. She knows that I’m somehow Mated to these alien warriors, and that I’ve chosen my fate. Summer meets my eyes, unashamed. She transformed over the last hours.

So have I.

After holding off waves of Scorp, there is a strange pleasure in letting go. I was responsible for life and death for myself and eleven other women just moments ago. Every shot I took, every lapse in focus or succumbing to the terror could cost everything.

Now I’ve made my choice, and I relish the feeling of just allowing this to happen to me. Like a willow bending in the wind instead of breaking, I arch my ass up defiantly to the alien alpha.

He grabs my right ass cheek, groping me possessively, then lifts his hand and brings it down with a crack that fills the garden.

It’s such a shameful, delicious pain. Knowing how helpless I am gives a wild edge of fear that makes every sensation clearer, both buttocks burning with agony while the rest of my body is untouched. His huge palm claps against my bare cheeks as he slaps my ass with stern discipline that makes a crack like thunder through the garden. It’s followed swiftly by my fearful moan of pain that sounds humiliatingly like a whimper of pleasure under the harsh punishment of the Aurelian.

I brace my body, but it’s no use. The heady scent of the flowers of the garden fills my nostrils, but there’s something else, this musk, mixed with sweat and blood from the brute who pulls me against his lap. He growls under his breath, low and rumbly, like a beast that’s barely held back, and his hand comes down again, slapping my bottom with precision. My breath hisses in as I fight back a yelp. Tears come to my eyes.

It's going to be easy to play the part of a broken harem wench. Two spanks and my ass is already burning. Orr slapped each cheek in succession, and I know his palm prints are on my flesh, marking me as his. I can feel the gaze of the other two Aurelians staring at me with piercing intensity. I told them I could handle it, that I didn’t need any special treatment, but already I am wishing I let them take me back to wherever they are staying to rest. I clench my fists, wanting desperately to put my hands between the sensitive flesh of my ass and his brutal strikes, but I grit my teeth, tensing up, waiting for the next blow.

The seconds passing make it so much worse, feeling like eternity as I wait for the next spank. It comes, in a sudden succession, spank after spank filling the garden. In the corner of my vision, I see one of the other servant women wincing, but I can’t tell who it is. It’s as if the world is disappearing and there is only the triad of Aurelians and me. His hand claps against my ass, sending searing, shocking pain, and I stop fighting.

I go limp. I surrender to his painful discipline, my eyes planted on the ground as he spanks me again, hard, powerful slaps.

Then it changes. He takes a huge breath in and tenses up. His cock is throbbing, pulsing upwards, hard as a rock. He shifts me slightly, rearranging my body to let his dick rear up, then pulls me tight against it. It’s dripping through his black robes, and I remember the giggling rumors other servant girls told me, of how the alien species drips pre-cum like a faucet, pre-cum made to let them force their too-huge dicks into a human-sized slit. It’s the only thing that lets their harem women manage. I shudder in fear as I feel that thing, bigger than my forearm, pressed against me, and I feel so helpless against his alien desires.

He spanks me again and again, but it isn’t the disciplined, rhythmic punishment he started with. It’s something different, something more primal, as if he is no longer punishing me for disrespecting his warriors, but punishing me for his own beastly needs. He spanks me so hard that tears drip down my cheeks, and right when I don’t think I can handle another blow, he lets his hand rest on my searing buttocks, rubbing possessively against the sore, red flesh.

Orr’s fat finger grazes my soaking wet slit. I’m dripping at this point. Through the pain, the lust has been building and building, as I surrendered to his dominance and let him do whatever he wanted to me.

He breathes in. Hard, through his nostrils, and a shiver passes through my body. Aurelians can taste your lust. He knows that his brutal punishment is driving me wild with need, and I press back against his teasing finger as ripples of pleasure shoot through me. A moan leaves my lips, and this one is unmistakably lustful, my cheeks going red as I know every woman that I was working with can see my raw desire for the beastly man exposed. The other two of his triad are stepping in closer, and my eyes flit up.

Their robes are tented all the way outwards. The leader of the triad, Ra’al, licks his lips slowly, his eyes darting over my body and resting on my exposed, desperate pussy. It’s all too overwhelming, and I try to distance myself from reality. I couldn’t detach from my fear when the Scorp were charging, each second meaning life or death, each decision meaning stopping the onslaught of the monsters or being overrun.

I couldn’t detach myself then, and I can’t pull myself away now, only in this moment, all decision is taken away from me. I don’t have the intense stress of aiming a rifle I only just learned how to use, seeing the barbed tails of the Scorp dripping with venom and their gnashing claws ready to rend. Now I am trapped, over the lap of a huge alien beast twice my size.

If they want to breed me here and now, there’s nothing I can do. There’s a delicious surrender to the helplessness.

Orr lifts his hand and spanks me hard, a crisp, slapping blow that makes me gasp in pain. A salty tear runs against my lips, and I taste my own fear, released. All the horror of the day is washing out of me, letting go under the harsh discipline of the alien warlord.

The women are looking at the ground, unable to watch my shameful punishment, except for Lola. She’s staring, wide eyed, her eyes darting from me to the triad of Aurelians that would have owned her if I didn’t trade myself. She’s probably imagining herself forced to endure such a punishment.

Orr snarls and spanks my right buttock, but it’s no longer the contemptuous slap of a better. He growls, and his cock throbs harder, his pre-cum dripping against my naked body. He’s losing control, the famed Mating Rage of the species threatening to overwhelm him, and I get the vivid image of being on the ground of the garden, my red, spanked ass arched up as he breeds me from behind, that huge, thick cock ruining me as he destroys my innocence and claims me in front of the crowd.

He squeezes my buttocks, now with both hands, and his thumb slides up against the slit of my pussy, sending tingles of pleasure through me, then that fat finger teases the entrance, sliding in barely, then out, making my body beg for it.

His cock has a mind of its own as it pulses against me, like a hungry creature aching for me. I press my body against his steel rod that juts upwards as his thumb curls, teasing at the folds of my sex. He’s torturing me with pleasure, maddeningly refusing to press the digit into me, keeping me in a state of helpless lust.

A frisson rushes down my spine as I imagine him sliding his huge dick into me, stretching me to the limit, his hands on my wrists as he holds me down and breeds me.

It’s not just the pain of his brutal mating I am terrified of.

It’s the Bond. I had a vision of these three where I was petrified. I know, deep down, that our fates are intertwined. I writhe on his lap, trying to think, but it’s so hard, my thoughts burning up with need as Orr runs his hand over my ass, squeezing my sore buttocks, groping my body possessively as he teases me with that thick thumb at the entrance. I press back against it, desperate, but the hand exploring my body slides up to my lower back and holds me down firmly against his lap. I can’t move an inch, as his rock-hard dick throbs rhythmically against me.

If I let them Mate me, I’ll never be free. I don’t know much about the infamous Bond, but I know that you’re linked for life, and an Aurelian never lets his Fated Mate out of sight.

These three are no honor-bound soldiers. They serve the cruel War-God, Fanatics of an evil cause. If I let them have me, I’ll be Bonded to the monsters for the rest of my life.

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