by Cain, Corin
For the entire auction – the proceedings as the Representative and his ilk has euphemistically called it – Leon and Raekon had stood and surveyed the room with their cold, dangerous eyes.
Now, it’s as if the crowd of hundreds of onlookers aren’t even there. It’s as if nobody else is in the cavernous theater – and it’s just me, and them.
All three Aurelians are staring right at me – their gaze burning into me, undressing me with the unexpected heat of those slate-grey eyes.
I’m trembling – almost scared to look away from them, as if they’ll pounce on me the moment I do. Yet I dare to look away for just a second, glancing up to see if my father is doing anything to help me.
Yet I find him sitting right where I left him – white-faced and stunned in the seating area reserved for low-nobles.
I can almost read his thoughts. My father is horrified – realizing he’d voted for this grisly offering to the Aurelians; but only under the impression that it would be somebody else’s daughter offering up to the towering aliens.
Now he’s the one who has to pay the price, he’s realizing how wrong it was to support this all along.
But it’s too late for that now.
Beside him, Jenna stands staring at me. She’s crying, but doing her best to retain her dignity and composure. Always so strong, is Jenna – and my only solace in this horrible moment is knowing that she’s on my side.
I have to be strong – if not for myself, for her.
But I have trouble finding the strength I need amidst such uncertainty.
Oh, Gods! What is going to happen to me!
“Turn!”
The word echoes across the stage, and my eyes snap back to the Aurelian triad.
The single word – no, the command – emerged from Raka. His voice is dark and booming, and I tremble as I hear it.
I suddenly wish I was wearing something more appropriate – more modest. Anything but this obscene, violet dress that hugs every inch of my body, and shows off the curves of my figure. I feel the cool air on my bare thigh, and realize one of my legs is totally exposed to the Aurelians; and goosebumps ripple my skin as I feel their hungry gaze on my exposed skin.
I take one, last, desperate glance upwards – not to my father or Jenna this time, but at Kendrick Dulloth. He’s staring down at me white-faced with anger – and yet like everybody else in this room, high-noble or commoner, he does nothing to protect me.
I hear the step of the auction-master behind me. I realize he’s coming to make sure I follow Raka’s one-word command.
Either I turn on my own accord, or the crowd gets to watch as the auction-master forces me to.
Again, I don’t want to give them that satisfaction – so I obey.
My whole body trembles as I slowly turn, showing off my body to the three Aurelians from a different angle. As I pose, I realize something horrific and shameful…
…my trembling isn’t entirely due to humiliation, fear or uncertainty. No, there’s something more shameful to it than that.
As I follow Raka’s one-word command, I realize I’m also trembling in lust.
Oh, Gods! What is wrong with me?
But I know the answer to that one. It’s the same reason I’ve secretly imagined myself in this scenario time and time again – putting myself in the position of whichever common slave girl I’d expected these three Aurelians to choose.
Except they didn’t choose any common girl – one of the many women offered to them by the high-nobles.
No, they chose me.
Just like I’d secretly fantasized about – my imagination thinking constantly about it for days.
What was it my mother used to warn me?
Be careful what you wish for.
I got my wish – and now I’m both terrified…
…and aroused.
I can’t help it. I love the way this looming, domineering alien is able to so easily make me do anything he wants – to command me with a single word.
For all my life I’ve been independent – not even my father has been able to make me obey him without the thinly-veiled threat of his palm against my cheek.
And yet Raka? I don’t understand how he does it. With a single word – a command issued by the intensity of his slate-grey eyes as much as his deep, resonant voice – Raka managed to trigger my deepest, darkest cravings; cravings I didn’t even know I had.
It’s as though Raka has entered my mind, and is drawing out all of my deep, hidden thoughts and desires. It terrifies me – the thought that I’m about to succumb to the reality of my most shameful fantasies; to be used by dominant, powerful, terrifying Aurelian warriors.
In obeying Raka’s command, I find myself facing the crowd of common women on the stage – the ones who’d thought they were the ones going to be sold.
Their shock has faded. I now realize that they’re all looking at me with the only sympathetic eyes in this entire theater. They don’t stare at me with hatred and contempt, like the traders and business owners in the theater behind me. In being selected, just like they’d faced the fear of, I’ve become one of them – no longer some snob from a noble house. I realize that each of these women experienced the same humiliation as I had – forced up on stage to be presented and offered up to the Aurelians as if they were livestock.
I look at the dozen or so women, and among them I see many who I think to be far more beautiful than I am. I still can’t comprehend what these three Aurelians saw that made them choose to claim me rather than any of the other beauties up on the stage.
I dare to assume that my order to ‘turn’ has been fulfilled. Nervously, I swivel back to face the three Aurelians, and I find all three of them staring at me with that same heated look of pure hunger and naked lust.
On the middle throne, Raka’s hand clenches the leash he holds, and I watch in horror as his forearm flexes.
Be careful what you wish for.
Oh, mother – how I wish I’d listened.
I’ve dreamed of Aurelians for years now – my most shameful and forbidden fantasy. But that’s what it’s always been – a fantasy. One I slink into the warm comfort of, during my darkest, and most humiliating moments of pleasure.
From when I was a girl, I’d touched myself beneath the bedcovers imagining the powerful, dominant aliens punishing me. But now that I’m staring at an Aurelian’s huge hand, curled around the black leather of a collar and leash, fear grips me…
And yet… Something else is stirring inside me.
It’s humiliating, horrifying, and so utterly wrong…
But raw, wet heat is growing between my legs. As I stand on that stage, I feel so powerless. There’s nothing I can do but obey these Aurelians’ commands – or the guards surrounding me will force me to do their bidding.
If the Aurelians don’t force me themselves.
And yet, right now, the three of them are just sitting back in their thrones, enjoying the spectacle of my humiliation; drinking in my helplessness and the knowledge that I can do nothing to escape.
I stand, the spotlight searing my body, and my cheeks burn bright red. Even more shamefully, my nipples harden under the gaze of the three powerful men. I don’t dare look down, because I know that my arousal can be seen clearly through this sheer dress. Every man and woman in the crowd must be thinking the same thing:
Look at this shameless slut. She protests, but it’s clear she wants to be sold to these Aurelians.
And the worst thing? The thing that makes such a thought so painful?
I’m terrified that it’s true.
Humiliation builds inside me, and yet the more shame I feel, the more turned on I find myself becoming. It’s a vicious cycle – a wave of tormented lust inflamed by the way the Aurelians stare at me. There’s no mercy or empathy in those slate-grey eyes. They have only vicious, brutal hunger for me – for my body, and my obedience, and my humiliation as they force me to do their brutal bidding.
“Strip,” growls Raekon, hi
s long, black hair falling forward as he leans in closer.
There’s an audible hush from the crowd, and then the room falls so silent that I can actually hear Raekon’s harsh, beastly breathing as he looks hungrily at me.
Strip?
Oh, Gods, no! Everyone will see how turned on I am!
Suddenly, something inside me snaps. I turn desperately to run – unable to bear this humiliation any longer…
…but I make it less than a step.
Lurching from the edges of the stage, two of the guards grab me. One of them holds my arms in an iron-grip, while the other rips the dress off me.
I suddenly feel the cold air on my bare body. I gasp, and try desperately to cover myself with my hands. I’m naked, in front of a crowd of hundreds, and I can feel their eyes on my bare body.
My breasts heave in panicked lust, and my cheeks grow an even brighter shade of red. As my achingly-hard nipples are exposed to the crowd, I realize something terrible about myself...
That it feels so right to be forced to do this – to obey whatever commands these strong, dominant aliens deign to give me. It feels so right to be humiliated for their pleasure.
I wonder shamefully if the spotlight reflects off the wetness between my legs, in the same way it exposes the hardness of my nipples. Surely it must, because I’m literally soaking with dark desire. The Aurelians are so cruel and demanding, ordering me around like I’m nothing more than a possession to them....
…but that’s the truth, isn’t it? I am their possession now. They own me!
I’m standing naked, in front of hundreds, and I’m so turned on I can’t even think.
“On your knees,” Raka suddenly commands, and my shame grows even deeper. He can’t possibly be about to do what I fear he will…
Fear? Or crave?
I’m terrified – and yet excited – at the thought of Raka, or any of his blood-brothers, forcing me onto my knees and then fucking me – like I’m nothing but an animal.
My pussy floods at the through of being bred like a bitch in front of this enormous crowd – but even as my body shamefully reacts, my mind rebels.
No! That’s too far. That’s too much!
Stripping me, forcing me to expose my shameful arousal in front of the crowd… Those things have turned me on so deeply I can barely comprehend it…
But the thought of being deflowered so publicly – losing my virginity in front of commoners and high-nobles alike – is a shame too deep for even me to bear.
“Please,” I whimper, hoping beyond hope for mercy…
…but there’s nothing but coldness in Raka’s eyes. No mercy. No kindness. Nothing but lust.
And it’s not just my body he lusts for – it’s my obedience.
The guard to my right is too excited – literally. I can see the outline of his cock surging in his pants, and when I don’t immediately obey Raka’s order, he grabs me instead.
The guard’s hands grope my body as he forces me down onto my knees, and I know he’s just using this as an opportunity to touch me.
Suddenly, everything feels different. Following the orders of the Aurelians felt… right, somehow.
But being touched by this disgusting guard? It feels wrong. Dirty. Beneath me.
The guard towers over me, his bulging pants level with my face. He stares down at me, and utters a moan of pleasure…
…that instantly turns into a gurgle.
Deafening screams break out across the crowd. Before I could even see him move, the fine-featured Aurelian, Leon, had drawn his Orb-Spear and flung it across the stage.
The shimmering, blue-black blade of the otherworldly weapon is now embedded deep within the guard’s chest. He looks down in astonishment – almost surprised to find over a foot of humming, darker-than-dark blade buried through his ribs.
A single dribble of blood emerges from his mouth, and then the guard stumbles back and falls.
The crowd is screaming. Behind me, the girls who’d been on stage cower in terror.
Meanwhile, those three Aurelians leap to their feet – which, after their hours of still repose, is almost as terrifying itself.
The looming warriors take to the stage in front of the horrified crowd.
“No man touches you but us,” growls Leon, wrenching the spear from chest of the dying guard. The other guards shrink back, terrified at how effortlessly and casually Leon had dispatched one of their number.
As for me? Suddenly I’m not worried about what is and isn’t ‘too far.’
I drop back down to my knees instantly, before those three terrifying aliens need to ask again. My shame grows deeper as I feel the hard stage dig into my knees. I’m now too terrified to offer any resistance, even if these Aurelians plan to do what I’d feared – and craved – they would; and fuck me right there in front of the crowd.
I imagine being rutted in front of the hundreds of horrified onlookers – taken like an animal, and bred like a bitch as the Aurelians fuck me one by one. As my imagination races, I feel my breasts heave. My nipples harden into lustful points – transformed into sensitive buds that are suddenly begging to be touched, pulled, and pinched by these three dominant, powerful men.
I’d just seem a man murdered in front of me.
I was naked and exposed, in front of hundreds.
I was about to be rutted and fucked; while high-nobles and commoners alike looked on.
And yet I was more turned on than I’d ever been – more than I could even imagine the possibility of.
It was as-if…
…as-if the Aurelians know what I need.
I wish I didn’t want this, but I do.
Deep down, for my whole life, I’ve had shadowy dreams and fantasies of being treated like this.
I hate that I’m so fucking turned on. I hate that being humiliated in front of a crowd of eager eyes, forced to obey these three, alien warriors, turns me on so much.
Any other man attempting to dominate me like this, and I’d be filled with anger.
But the anger of a naked girl would be pathetic in the face of these Aurelians. There’s something about the three towering, muscular, terrifying aliens that makes me crave servitude to them.
I think it’s the mess of contradictions they represent. These three aliens are so masculine, and dangerous, and terrifying – capable of killing a man instantly, just for the crime of touching me…
…and yet it’s that same possessiveness, and protectiveness, that I find so utterly intoxicating.
They’re not rutting with every other woman on this stage. It’s almost as if the cowering girls they’d been presented with were as much a part of the furniture as the ornate chairs in this old theater.
I’m the only woman they see – and that is like a drug to me.
The three aliens are so dominant – so utterly in charge – that despite the years of hatred for Aurelians that I’ve been conditioned with, I can’t deny my lust for this triad of warriors.
I hate them! I hate them!
I force myself to think these thoughts – to try and convince myself, and cling onto some semblance of the girl I’d grown us as…
…but deeper down, a new thought is rising up.
I want them.
Raka suddenly stands in front of me. He would already loom over me even if I was standing, but now I’m on my knees I’m even tinier and more vulnerable to him. He towers over me like a mountain, clad in his full armor, which makes him appear even wider and bigger than he was already.
I’m kneeling practically level with Raka’s crotch, and I suddenly imagine him opening the front of his pants and bending his knees a little – so when he pulls his cock from his pants, it will be exactly at the level of mouth.
I shudder, imagining Raka forcing me to take his cock into my mouth, in front of this huge crowd of onlookers.
Yet, instead, Raka bends down and opens the collar he’d been holding this entire time.
With deceptive gentleness, he places it around
my neck. The collar clicks shut, and I suddenly understand that there are going to be two parts of my life from now on…
The past, in which I was free
…and the rest of my life, in which I wear this collar – marking me as the property of this triad of Aurelian warriors.
Suddenly, I hear a voice – so deep and low that it’s almost like the rumble of an oncoming storm.
“Their eyes,” it’s Raka, speaking slowly to me. “They’re nothing – they’re like the eyes of insects.” His voice is such a low, deep rumble that I feel it in my chest.
I stare up at the towering alien, watching him loom protectively above me as he begins to tell me what my new life will be like.
I suddenly understand the meaning of his words – and it’s true.
The eyes of the crowd behind me – the high-nobles and commoners – are suddenly nothing to me. It’s like being watched by insects, compared to the heat and intensity of Raka’s slate-grey eyes.
I suddenly feel like I can see things from Raka’s perspective – and it’s like being lifted high above the world I’d thought I’d known.
The crowd behind me? The rich and poor of Tear alike? They’re nothing.
Just a mass of corrupt nobles and bitter commoners, who together wanted to witness the spectacle of a slave trade. They’re shameful – and their gaze is nothing.
Nothing, compared to the burning eyes of these three, magnificent Aurelians.
“No man will touch you again. You are ours,” snarl Raekon, stepping up behind Raka. The thinly-veiled threat of violence in his rumbling voice makes me tremble. I now know that any man who comes near me will face the same fate as the guard who’d forced me to my knees.
The guard who now lies dead, behind me.
Leon steps up beside his battle-brothers, and sheathes his Orb-Spear.
I glance up at the ornate hilt – knowing that Leon could whip that weapon out and fling it with such unerring speed and accuracy that he could kill anybody in this theater – commoner, nobleman, or even the Representative himself – before anyone could stop him.
I then glance behind me, at the crowd. Through the glare of the spotlight, I suddenly notice that all of the noble-houses have their guards forming human shields in front of them. The most powerful elites of Tear are terrified by my new owners.