by Corin Cain
As astonishing as it sounds, I’m actually filled with respect for Captain Aelon at this moment. Suddenly, I don’t regret testing him. It’s my fault – I should have known something like this would happen. He’s not a man to be underestimated.
Captain Aelon wants to humiliate me in front of both my crew, and his. I try to hate him for it – but Iunia spelled Aelon’s reasoning out to me so reasonably that any hatred would be a pretense.
As the fourth sharp spank lands on my ass, I stop thinking rationality. I listen to the crack of flesh-on-flesh echo across the mess hall, and I just let my anger flow.
It’s all directed at Captain Aelon. It’s a foolish emotion, anger – but if I can use it to get me through this punishment without breaking down and sobbing, I’ll cling to it.
My cheeks are burning red from shame. No matter how proud I should be that I stood up for my crew, it still resulted in me getting a humiliating spanking in front of this crowd of men.
It’s shameful, and I try to shift in Vinicus’s lap, but he holds me down so tightly I might as well be a toy. It’s just too easy for the beast-like alien to keep me pinned down. He must weigh at least 600 pounds – all of it pure muscle - and so, compared to him, my struggles are as futile as those of an insect.
Every time I try to shift my weight, he just presses down a little more firmly; showing me who’s boss without having to utter a word.
And the worst part? Despite the pain, and the humiliation, and the sense of powerlessness…
…I’m not entirely hating this experience.
I try not to let myself feel it, but I can’t stop. My body is reacting to the power and presence of this dominant, remorseless warrior. I hate myself for my body’s treacherous reaction, and I desperately try to force myself not to think of how strong and powerful Vinicus is…
…how small and helpless I am…
…but I can’t.
I feel like a toy – knowing that Vinicus could do anything he wanted to me. So could Captain Aelon, or any of the hundred men in this room. Any of them could take me – or all of them could.
I shudder at that though.
After ten spanks – ten cracks of Vinicus’ huge, heavy palm on my cheeks – I suddenly can’t hold back anymore.
Tears spring in my eyes. This hasn’t been a light, gentle spanking. This is full-on discipline. Despite the ways in which my body is betraying me, Vinicus doesn’t want me to enjoy this – not one bit.
Heat is welling up across my ass. It’s like my cheeks are on fire.
Traitorously, my nipples harden.
No! This can’t be turning me on!
The experience of being held down so tightly by the massive, brutal warrior – disciplined so effortlessly in his powerful arms – is making my body react in a way that shames me more deeply than the hundred pairs of hungry eyes watching me ever could.
As my nipples harden and butterflies churn in my stomach, I wish I could just disappear…
But Vinicus is relentless. He doesn’t give me a second to rest – his hand coming down against my ass again and again, like he’s a robot. My only respite is how he alternates from my right cheek to my left; like he’s playing a brutal rhythm on soft, giving and pliant drum.
Then, his breath catches – harsh and raw.
It’s an almost imperceptible shift – I don’t think anybody else in the mess hall would detect it, and I only did because I’m splayed out across Vinicus’s lap – but the reaction makes me suddenly realize that Vinicus isn’t a robot after all.
I gasp now – and not because of the pain of this brutal spanking. Vinicus’s combat pants might be made of a thick, armored material – meant to stop the slashes and stabs of Scorp claws – but even they can’t hide the bulge of that hard rod stiffening beneath my belly.
Fuck! His cock is rearing up – pressing against me like a thick, fleshy dagger. I mean, it must be his cock – it couldn’t be anything else – but it feels like a fucking tree truck as it prods against my bare belly. It’s too fucking big to be real!
Within seconds, Vinicus is rock-hard – and he stays that was as he continues to discipline me, growling like a beast as he brings his hand down against my ass again and again.
I squeeze shut my eyes, feeling hot tears rolling down my cheeks.
I resolve that I’ll take everything that Vinicus metes out to me. I will not give him the satisfaction of breaking me. I won’t beg for Vinicus to stop. I won’t plead with Captain Aelon to call off my punishment.
I’ll handle the pain like a captain should – and then I’ll limp out of this room with my head held high.
At least, that’s what I think…
…up until the twentieth spank lands.
The crack echoes across the room. By now, I’m really struggling with the pain. My body can’t help it. I know there’s no chance of escape, but I still try relentlessly to wriggle free. I can’t, though. Vinicus has me pinned into his lap as if his hand and arm are branches of a massive, ancient oak tree.
Gods! My ass is on fire – and even more treacherously, my pussy is now tingling with a desperate heat. Some part of me, deep down inside – where I’ve never dared to look before – has been aching to be treated like this.
Gods… Could that be true? Is this something I’ve always secretly wanted? Say it isn’t so!
As I gasp and squirm, I open my tear-filled eyes and see Captain Aelon looking down at me hungrily. His own eyes are as wide as that holographic projection of the moon was – as if he’s entranced by the sight he’s witnessing.
Beneath my belly, Vinicus’s cock surges and presses more and more firmly against me. Both Aurelians take a huge, deep breath in at the same time – as if they share a body and a mind – and I suddenly hope that one of the rumors Sawoot had told about Aurelians was wrong…
…that Aurelians can taste the scent of arousal from a woman.
That would be even worse than the indignity of being punished in public. If these Aurelians knew that some part of me is enjoying this humiliating punishment, I don’t think I’d ever be able to live with myself.
Vinicus slaps his hand down against my ass again – harder this time, delivering a swift, harsh spank as if he’s angry that I’m getting turned on. It makes me jolt in his firm grasp – and a whimper escapes my lips no matter how hard I try to swallow it back down.
Vinicus is grunting like a beast with every spank now, his cock rock hard beneath me; pressing against my belly as he pins me tightly across his thighs.
Then, suddenly, he stops – gasping for breath, raw and ragged.
Oh, fuck! I suddenly realize that if he’s not careful, Vinicus is going to lose control. That infamous Aurelian mating frenzy I’ve heard about… Well, I no longer have any doubt that it’s real. I can practically feel it, welling up inside his body. This punishment is taking a turn neither of us had expected it to.
My nipples are now as hard and pronounced as bullets – so sensitive that they actually hurt. Despite myself – to my deep and shameful embarrassment – they’re just begging to be pinched and pulled, and I can’t think of any other hands touching them except those enormous, marble-white fingers of the Aurelians.
I’d never thought I’d like being punished – but there’s something so filthy and deliciously wrong about being held down by this masculine warrior, who’s so much stronger and bigger than I am. There’s something undeniably exciting about being unable to squirm away from his relentless grip as he doles out those sharp, harsh spanks.
Fuck – if he doesn’t stop, Vinicus is going to go wild. I can genuinely imagine him tossing me across one of those long mess hall tables and just taking me. I’m not even wearing pants or underwear, and I’m ashamed at how wet and eager my pussy is. All he’d have to do is tear open his pants, release his straining cock, and…
Fuck, I’m going to create a wet spot across his lap if I’m not careful. I need to switch the one doling out the punishment, before either or both of us take th
is too far…
…or, at least, that’s the reason I give myself – because it’s too shameful to think that I suddenly ache for the cocky arrogance of Captain Aelon to punish me instead.
I use the last of my strength to force my head up and meet Aelon’s hungry eyes – gasping sharply as Vinicus lays another hard spank down across my ass.
“A-aren’t you going to take a turn?”
I put a challenging tone in my voice – as much as I can muster – and I hope that Aelon can see how close Vinicus is to losing complete control.
Thank the Gods, my strategy works. Captain Aelon suddenly snaps his fingers, and Vinicus stops his brutal spanking.
For a moment, he just sits there, gasping raggedly. I lie across his lap – panting and squirming, feeling my nipples ache and my pussy throb. My ass is on fire, and Vinicus’ huge cock is prodding relentlessly into my stomach.
With a snarl, Vinicus stands to his full height – lifting me from his lap like I’m just a doll.
The noise of the crowd suddenly hits me.
The laughter. The raucous jeers and hollers. It’s practically deafening.
But weirdly enough, I’d blocked it all out. This room had been filled with these testosterone-fueled roars and jeers the entire time I was being spanked – but while I was receiving my punishment, I’d been so dialed into the touch and breath of Vinicus as he disciplined me that all I could hear was his harsh, ragged breathing and the gunshot-like cracks of his huge palm on my red, jiggling ass cheeks.
My ass must be bright red. I know that the red outline of Vinicus’s huge palm is imprinted on me, like he’s marked his property. My whole body is on fire, but I hold my head up as high as I can – despite the tears welling up in my eyes and threatening to gush out like a spring melt.
Captain Aelon turns to the crowd – addressing them like a showman.
“The woman tests me!” Aelon announces. “She’ll regret it – I’m not as gentle as our friend Vinicus.”
Fuck.
He’s not joking. Aelon has a stern, powerful expression on his face. He’s in full control, unlike the on-the-brink Vinicus, who was seconds away from descending into the fabled mating frenzy.
I played a dangerous hand of cards. I already know enough about Aurelians to know how much they crave dominance – and while Vinicus bore the brunt of punishing me, Aelon himself was clearly not… unaffected by it.
I mean, that’s assuming that huge thing snaking down his pant leg right now – pressing towards me hungrily – isn’t a king cobra. I thought the pressure of Vinicus’s huge cock, relentlessly prodding into my belly, was too big to be believed. Aelon, if it’s even possible, seems to be packing more inside those pants of his.
I’ve heard rumors of Aurelians being well-endowed – but this isn’t even reality. I’ve had a few lovers in the past, but if the pressure of Vinicus’s cock and the outline straining Aelon’s pants is any indication, they were hung like little boys compared to these looming aliens. Their cocks must be immense.
If Captain Aelon released that beast and got it anywhere near me, I probably wouldn’t be able to walk for days...
The same goes for Vinicus. Fuck, I imagine every Aurelian in this mess hall is sporting a hard-on the size of a baseball bat; and they’re all shivering with desire to sink theirs inside me.
I thought Vinicus losing control would be dangerous. What would have happened if he had, though? Would the sight of him fucking me in the Aurelian mating frenzy snap the others into the same madness? Would Vinicus’ relentless fucking be followed by Captain Aelon taking me? And then each and every other Aurelian in this mess hall?
I shudder at the thought.
Then, adding to my trembling anxiety, Captain Aelon steps forward, looming over me.
I grit my teeth, summoning my anger – but he speaks before I get the chance to.
“I can taste your need,” he snarls at me, low enough that only I can hear it. “Shall we end the charade now, Tasha? Shall I bend you over this chair and just give you what you need?”
I moan hotly in need – and then snarl in frustration and anger.
Captain Aelon catches my wrist as I launch a slap at him – his fingers clamping around my hand a foot away from his infuriatingly handsome face.
He doesn’t punish me for that attempt. In fact, it’s almost like I never defied him – as if my attempted slap was as irrelevant to him as the buzzing of a fly.
Instead, he just grabs me - flipping me over and across his lap. I gasp loudly as he pins me down – no less effortlessly than Vinicus had done. One of his hands presses into the small of my back. The other brushes lightly across my red, burning ass cheeks – the touch as gentle as a kiss.
Oh, fuck – I curse my pussy for throbbing at the brush of his skin.
Then, Captain Aelon lifts his hand into the air and I brace myself – deeply regretting having challenged him in front of his crew. There’s the swish of air, and Aelon’s hand comes cracking down so hard across my ass that I gasp out loud.
In fact, I can’t stop the moan of pain from leaving my lips. Captain Aelon isn’t going to go easy on me – even less so than Vinicus.
I tense myself as best I can, knowing I’m due another ninety spanks – and that I’m in for a long, grueling punishment that will test the very limits of what I can handle.
Beneath my belly, Aelon’s cock is a hard rod of steel – prodding deep against my bare stomach, as if it has a mind of its own. The thought of how turned on Aelon is – and how massive the outline of his cock was – turns me on wildly, even while the pain flares across my red, brutalized cheeks. I never really cared about size of a man before, as long as he knew how to use it and wasn’t a selfish lover. I never met Aleon.
Pain, shame and lust are all mixing inside my mind – into a dark and intoxicating cocktail.
Aelon spanks me ten times in a quick staccato – crack after crack after crack.
It’s too much. My body goes limp, the fight utterly leaving me. I can’t handle it anymore.
I try to think of Theme, and how the twenty lashes he’d been sentenced to would have ended the poor boy’s life. In fact, I try to think of anything but the fact that I’m not even halfway done with this painful, humiliating punishment – and I’m about to break if Aelon doesn’t have mercy on me.
“Please,” I whisper. “I can’t handle much more…”
I’d promised myself that I wouldn’t beg for mercy. I’d told myself that no matter how hard it got, I’d stay strong. If my humiliation wasn’t complete enough, I’m not humiliated at how desperately I want to break my own promise to myself.
I’m about to be completely broken – and so I plead desperately to the Aurelian.
“Please…”
Captain Aelon hears my begging and pauses for a second, his breath harsh and ragged. He’s even more turned on that Vinicus was – and approaching the same point of no return.
I pray to the Gods for mercy… But, instead, his hand comes cracking down across my ass again.
The crack of flesh on flesh rings out – but somehow, the pain isn’t as brutal as it was before. It’s as if Aelon pulled back at the last second, so instead of an overwhelming surge of pain there’s just a light sting across my already red cheeks.
He’s going easy on me.
“Make this look real,” Aelon hisses to me, his voice so low that only I can hear it.
I sob with gratitude, and flop across the captain’s lap.
Spank after spank comes down again across my ass, but this time – instead of the harsh, overwhelming crack of pain – there’s only a light sting. It’s like his palm is kissing my cheeks.
I let myself go completely, sobbing in relief as I’m spared more of this brutal punishment. I let the tears flood from my eyes and roll down my cheeks, dropping to the floor. I writhe, struggle, and scream in Aelon’s lap – yelling and begging as loudly as I can, pleading for the Aurelian to stop – but I know now that we’ve reached a clande
stine agreement; and we’re both now putting on a show.
To the crew watching, I’m really being punished – and I’ve been completely and utterly broken. They have no idea that Aelon is only lightly spanking me now. They still think I’m being brutalized and humiliated – and their cheering and jeering intensifies as they watch.
But in reality, I’m sobbing in gratitude. I’m gasping in relief. I have no idea why Captain Aelon had mercy on me – I certainly didn’t expect it – but I don’t question his decision.
Finally, it’s over.
“One hundred spanks!”
Captain Aelon makes the loud announcement to the crew, who cheer and jeer. Some sound disappointed that the spectacle is over, but others seem to have thoroughly enjoyed it.
I find it almost impossible to believe that my punishment is over. My body isn’t just on fire with pain – I’ve also never been so turned on in my life. My nipples are like hard, desperate buds. I know my trembling pussy is sopping wet – and, even worse, I know that Aelon can sense my arousal. He can taste it – the scent of my quivering pussy as appetizing and ripe to him as the scent of melons on the eve of harvest.
With a groan, Captain Aelon finally stands, sliding off the chair and propping me up on my unsteady feet. They give out from under me, and I instantly fall to the deck.
Vinicus takes a quick step forward and catches me before my bare knees make contact with the hard, metal deck. I barely have the energy to reach down and grab my pants, still lying on the floor where I’d kicked them.
Strength returns – but barely. I’m still nearly falling as I lean against the chair, my legs not working like they’re supposed to. There’s no way I could pull my pants back on right now – and even if I could, I couldn’t stand the thought of the rough, unwashed material of my overall pants against the scorching inferno that my buttocks feel like right now.
Captain Aelon laughs, looking down at me with satisfaction. Gods, I hate him as he does so – and yet I also realize that the only reason I’m even able to stand at all is because he showed me mercy with his brutal spanking.