A Saipiean foe grabbed hold of Julian’s sword, knocking him in to the neatly cut hedge around Haydn and Christina’s driveway. The whole scene was preposterous. It was as though a vicious street war was being fought in a quiet sleepy neighbourhood on a posh estate. It all seemed out of place yet it was happening for real and people were being viciously hurt. I was beginning to understand the weight of a Trian woman’s power to feel. The pain and anxiety the knights felt in fighting their foes sank upon me in unison.
The Trian warriors were desperate to protect all of the women in the street. They had undergone many battles to protect their female counterparts and were dismayed there were so little of them to take as a mate. Now I understood why Roman and Julian were so aggressively protective of me. But I had to help. It was not in my nature to stand by and watch people suffer without doing anything. I knew the other women felt the same way. I could feel it but they were heavily guarded and could not escape their protectors.
Julian and the Saipiean began to fight. He gave me a sharp shove in the stomach to push me back and away from the danger. The push was so hard I fell with a hard crunch in to the snow. Scrabbling to my feet behind the two men, I searched out Roman again.
He was fervently pulling at the Saipieans hands that were wound tight around his throat and neck as if to strangle him. The Saipiean began to pull upwards, preparing to lift my mate’s head clean from his shoulders and kill him. I now knew that there was no other effective method of killing our kind but removing our heads. We died after hundreds of years and never grew old.
My fear and anger were so acute I found myself taking action without further hesitation. I did not know of the true identity and nature of my powers as a Trian woman but instinct was to help me discover them with speed.
I built a ball of energy inside my body. I began its creation from my power centre located just above my diaphragm and allowed it to course through my body and in to my mind. With determined force I sent it spinning outside of my body and out towards the enemy attempting to kill my mate in their duel. It punched the Saipiean hard in the stomach. With surprise I watched him let go of Roman’s neck and lift up in to the air and backwards on to the road with a hard thud. Julian was struggling to recover, dazed by the Saipiean attack. Confident I rushed between the men towards Julian’s dropped sword and picked it up. I could barely hold it, it was so heavy. I could feel its ancient power surging through me when I did. Its energy was immense
The Saipiean entered my mind with force sending rivulets of intense pain. I cried hot tears but it did not stop me. He shared his cruel thoughts with me and what he intended to do to my daughter and myself. He would kill my mates, rape me, take my daughter and make sure both of our lives were to be in painful servitude to him. I was shaken to the core with anger to protect my mates, my daughter, our people and myself. I struck out at the Saipiean before he stood with the sword, slicing into his flesh with vicious blows. I had never hurt anyone physically in my life and I found the action abhorrent but this was for the right of survival and to protect those I loved. At that moment I was capable of killing.
Knowing, the only way to kill the Saipiean was also to remove his head, I began to aim it in that direction. But he was getting up to challenge me despite his injuries and I found I my newly converted body was too tired to muster another burst of energy. The Saipiean caught my ankle and I was going down just as I caught him in the shoulder with the tip of my blade.
I hit the ground, the bloody sword sinking in to the snow beside me out of my hand. The Saipiean was up on his knees. He held me down by the shoulders and loomed over my face, baring his vicious teeth. He began to rip at my shirt. He communicated his thoughts to me via his mind. He meant to rape me while the others battled and could not come to my rescue but my mates would witness my rape before their deaths. I had made it easy for him. Then he would find my daughter. I was to be his for an eternity. Fear threatened to overwhelm me in a panic. I struggled as much as I could unwilling to accept my cruel fate and that of my daughter’s.
The Saipiean pulled at my trousers. I screamed when his hand reached inside and touched my bare flesh.
Two shadows hovered over us as the Saipiean pushed his fingers in to my vagina making me cry out with his vicious touch. I heard a growl and looked up to find Roman and Julian standing there. They stood behind the Saipiean and he was too busy in attempting to rape me to notice them for a moment. As he turned round to see what I was looking at they raised their swords and hissed loudly.
In neat precision timing, Roman and Julian sliced the blades of their swords through the Saipiean cutting him in two and removing his head at the same time. Julian bent to lift me up in to his arms and cradle me against him turning his back so I could not view the bloody sight anymore. I was shaking and sobbing unable to stop myself.
As he carried me away with Roman following beside him, I saw Hadyn swing in an arc wielding two swords and decapitate the two Saipieans fighting him. Their heads fell in to the deep snow, their bodies spurting and scattering scarlet blood in a pattern around the white blanket as they slumped to join their missing appendages. The handsome dark warrior looked down at them with great satisfaction, his red eyes imperious and filled with satisfied blood lust.
The battle had ended. The remaining Saipiean retreated on seeing their leader killed and the street was clear apart from the thirty knights who occupied it. The bodies of the Saipieans and two Trian knights lay beheaded on the street. I felt overwhelmed with emotion and ready to collapse. My body had just undergone a massive metamorphosis and I had exhausted it, albeit with good cause in my estimation.
Julian was shaking with me. He carried me back in to the house and in to the lounge and sat down on the sofa still cradling me in his arms. With trembling fingers he stroked my tear-stained face and pulled my shredded shift together to cover me in front of another two knights who had been fighting off two Saipieans in the house. Roman knelt in front of us and began pulling the zip up on my cords. His face was ashen. Both of their eyes were still dark, angry at what had happened to me.
“I thought I’d... we’d lost you,” Julian said and held me tighter. He kissed the top of my head before pressing his cheek to mine. Roman took hold of my hand and pressed it against his own.
“That was a very brave thing you did for me,” Julian told me. “But also a very dangerous one. Hell, I thought he was going to succeed in—”
He stopped his words, appearing unwilling to even say the Saipiean was about to rape me, as if he couldn’t even bear the thought. I could feel heavy guilt in his mind. It was unwarranted and I found myself telling him so. I reached up to cup his face and stroke the sexy designer stubble covering it.
“It isn’t your fault, Julian. I made a choice to help. I couldn’t let him take you away from me,”
“You could have been raped and killed,” Julian was firm, clearly angry at the decision I had made to save him yet I also detected admiration and awe.
His brother remained silent still holding my hand. With my free hand I cupped his face and brought him closer. I kissed them both and we hugged.
Roman addressed me after a while.
“Amanda, what you did was brave and amazing, baby. You saved my brother but you put yourself in danger. We cherish and love you and we can’t lose you. I don’t want you to do anything like that again, do you hear me? “
“Females must be kept safe at all costs and I mean all costs, Amanda,” Julian chipped in. “It is important to our race as well as us, my darling. Please, please do not put yourself in danger again,” his voice was a desperate plea.
How could they not expect me to act when one of them was in danger? Stuff the Trian male code to protect all females for the race at all costs. I would always help my mates whether they wanted me to or not. Trian men were so old fashioned. But I was beginning to understand how the women managed them. I smiled and nodded meekly vowing to obey them - lying through my teeth and doing all in my power to block my
deceitful thoughts from them.
Chapter Eight
Roman booked the three of us in to a five star hotel in the country just outside of the village. Both were in firm agreement they should complete the ritual and bond me to them without further haste. They were also emphatic on taking me to task for my errant behaviour and I was to receive a sound bare bottom whipping to atone for it. I was affronted and had done my best to talk them out of it. I believed I had succeeded but I was to receive a surprise.
The room in the hotel was warming with an open fire and large bed. The decoration was white with soft beiges and chocolate browns. Roman and Julian put down our cases as I viewed the room gushing over it with approval. I spied the champagne in a silver bucket and walked towards it but Roman was to catch my arm and pull me to him. He captured my lips and kissed me long and leisurely. I felt the urgency for him to take me hard and deep. I dampened immediately. Out the corner of my eye I could see Julian gathering up the pillows on the bed. Roman sought to distract me by unzipping my black dress at the back. He took it down to the small of my back and splayed his strong hands across my back. My flesh blazed. Expertly he undid my bra as Julian came to join us.
Julian’s hand joined his brother’s hand on my bare back and for a moment Roman left my lips to allow Julian his own taste of me. Roman moved his hand down to my leg and slipped it up under my silky black dress. He caressed his fingertips up the tender inside of my thighs, trailing one up inside my black thong. I began to ache in anticipation of his seductive touch.
“Amanda, baby. We are very proud of what you did today but we can’t let you behave like that again. We love you too much. We must discipline you before we bond,” he whispered in a dark velvet caress at the same moment he stroked the tip of his finger over my damp clit. I melted despite his cruel words. Another stroke had me slumping between them. But my mind and rebellious streak was not about to let me fully capitulate.
Both men held me fast when I began to struggle to escape my punishment. I gave a shocked gasp when Roman caught hold of my thong underneath my dress and ripped it clean away from me. He pulled the remnants out from underneath my dress and tossed it across the room.
“We want you bared for your punishment,” they chorused. They pulled me close against them trapping my hands against their chests. Each man took hold of one side of my open dress and with a firm tug ripped it away. Holding me fast they both tore the dress from my body and lifted me out of the discarded material. I whimpered with the force but they were not to offer me any reprieve. They both worn stern faces of dark unforgiving determination and they did not speak to me.
The brothers snapped the straps of my bra forcing my breasts to jump and wobble against them as they removed the last of my protection. My senses and thoughts were to confuse me once more. Their actions were causing me my vagina to swim with need. My breasts swelled painfully.
My bottom now bare and vulnerable was being caressed by Roman as his brother loosened his suit tie and removed it. My bottom tingled with fearful anticipation. As if knowing, Roman gave it a sharp spank, making it quiver. I jumped in his arms.
“I can’t wait to see your bottom jump under the lash of my belt, baby,” he said giving it another firm tap.
“Please, don’t spank me. I will be a good girl. I promise,” I begged remembering how sore my bottom was the last time I was sternly disciplined.
“No, honey. You don’t get out of it so easily. We nearly lost you today,” Julian said darkly making me look at him fearfully.
He caught my hands in a vice grip and raised them. He clasped them together and wound the length of his tie around them. He tied it tight.
No amount of begging was going to help me escape a sound bare bottom whipping. Even my tears did nothing to dissuade them. They had to make me understand my safety was paramount.
Roman dipped his body and taking hold of my tied hands and my legs he pulled me over his strong broad shoulder. I struggled violently earning myself another sharp slap from Roman’s hard spanking hand and another when I pushed my knee in his chest to fight him. A third was given for good measure but this time across the back of my thighs. I cried but I was to be ignored and earned myself an extra slap to my thighs.
Roman carried me across the large suite room and draped me over the pillows Julian had neatly arranged towards the end of the bed. My tied hands stretched out before me rendering me helpless to free myself. My buttocks were raised in a beautiful arc for my punishment. I still wore my high heels and black lace hold ups but they were to be quickly removed.
I sobbed not wanting my punishment, scared of the pain. Yet the small marks on my body began to tingle and pulse. My pussy swam and contracted eager for dominant penetration to satisfy the ache that was building there. But fear was also to consume me. Each of my mates placed one of their hands on a plump cheek.
“I know I have said it many times but you have such a beautiful ass for spanking," Roman said. To emphasise the fact he gave the buttock he’d claimed as his own a sharp tap. Julian was to murmur his agreement and gave me a hard slap on the cheek he owned.
“We are both going to discipline you, Amanda and then we will join with you. Accept your punishment and learn we will stop at nothing to protect you. You will obey us even if we have to keep you tied down and locked in your room until you accept our mastery.”
I offered a curse and retort.
“I will have your silence, Amanda. This is serious,” Roman slapped the back of my thigh hard making me shriek. “You will accept us as dominant or you will be punished until you kneel before us penitent and ready to be ruled. Your life depends on it.”
I heard Roman remove his tie and the next thing I knew he was covering my mouth with it. The silk grey and black tie slipped dominantly inside my mouth, depressing my tongue to silence my errant speech. Roman tied it behind my head. I bowed my head frustrated and angry. I looked to my sides and saw each man prepare to execute my whipping.
Calmly they removed their black designer suit jackets and begin to remove their leather belts from their trousers. I began to struggle furiously as they pulled the belt taut in front of them as if to test its prowess. They knew I was straining to look at them. One at a time they smoothed their fingers along the ridge of the black leather and then aimed the ends of the belts striking the air with a crack, once, twice, thrice to practise their stroke. I strained against my bonds and my gag terrified of the pain I was about to feel and the humiliation of my tears and nakedness to receive it.
Yet the sight of my two handsome mates, tall and erect in their designer attire ready to strike my bare bottom with their belts to brand my bottom, both hell bent on protecting their reckless mate with firm masculine prowess had me feeling completely dominated. A part of me felt safe and warm because it. This same treacherous part melted with need to kneel and accept their domination as law in our relationship. The notion both enthralled and terrified me with its power.
The first strike was unbearable. I began to blubber and wail against my gag. My dominant mates took it in turn to strike my poor vulnerable bare bottom stinging and burning my flesh until a fire blazed. I bucked against the pillows, mimicking the act of sex itself. My pussy flared and became so slick I thought I might come just from being struck. Yet the pain screamed above my arousal. There was no escape. Roman wielded a firm cruel whipping action. Julian was to be cunning catching the backs of my thighs and slipping the end of the belt between the crease of my buttocks to cruelly lash my puckered entrance and up between my thighs. Roman followed suit. Everywhere burned and begged for soothing. If I had not been gagged I would have begged for mercy.
Eventually, my torment was to cease and I was allowed to rest after two final hard lashes catching my buttocks and anus. I felt their soothing hands cooling my buttocks with gentle caresses when they finished my strong whipping. Julian smoothed his hand along my spine and up to my head to remove the gag but he did not reach to remove the bond from my hands.
; Both men lifted me up to standing, still rubbing my buttocks. The need to submit to them fully returned. It overwhelmed me with its potent erotic strength. I fell to my knees, my head bowed penitently at their feet and kneeled before their dominant power, willing to accept their mastery. In our relationship they were both Kings and I was there’s to lovingly command just as they wished. I pressed my naked body against their legs and begged their forgiveness for my reckless act. I would make sure I obeyed without question in the future.
Both men stood tall and proud over me without saying a word, enjoying my obedience. I was chaste in my naked state, my lashed buttocks burned against my heels. My breasts were flushed and swollen with painfully erect nipples begging for their touch. My small bites burned to remind me of the power both men held over me. I made sure I kept my head bent until they allowed me to raise it hoping it would convince them I was now willing to accept their right to rule and discipline me when they chose if I disobeyed them on matters of protection and safety again.
After a short while, Julian bent to cup my face and raise it up towards them.
“Good,” he said with stern approval. “Good girl. Although, I believe your strong feisty nature will only allow you to obey us for so long, and you will be back over our knees soon. Until then I am pleased with you and believe you understand our needs regarding your protection. Now I want you bonded to us. I can’t wait any longer.”
They helped me to stand but still refrained from removing the bonds to my hands making me raise my hands in the air. Both men dipped their heads to suckle at a breast. Roman’s fingers wound their way in between my slick pussy lips.
“You’re so wet. I am going to spank you more often. It clearly suits you well,” he grinned against my breast, sucking and teasing the nipple with his teeth. His brother nipped and sucked as though to draw nourishment. They both stretched and pulled my nipples with their teeth in a painful but highly pleasurable motion. All of a sudden Julian moved to toss the pillows to the floor and lifted me up in his arms to throw me on to the bed.
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