Tamed by Her Mates

by Sassa Daniels

  “Kneel,” Marc commanded before going to take his place beside his brothers.

  With hundreds of hostile eyes boring into her back, Lottie didn’t dare disobey. She dropped to her knees and placed her forehead on the floor, her arms raised over her head.

  “That needs work,” Jax said. “Now, let me tell you what’s going to happen here, prisoner. We have determined you are guilty of crimes of treason against us.”

  Her mouth fell open. Had her actions been treasonous? Now that she thought about it, her attempts to gain sanctuary on another planet by telling lies about their conduct could probably be construed that way.

  “You are no longer a free woman and the privileges you enjoyed as our mate have all been revoked.” Jax continued. “You will be confined to the cell we have allocated for you until you can be transferred to a suitable cage when we reach Bylanthia. Everything you do now will be in service of my brothers and me. You live and breathe to obey our every command. Fail to please us and you will be punished. Resist us and you will be sold into slavery.”

  Lottie gasped. Unable to help herself, she sat back on her heels and looked at the man she still loved with all her heart. How could he make such a threat? He couldn’t be serious.

  “Jax...” she said in horror.

  “Were you asked to speak?” Marc demanded.

  “No, but...”

  She fell silent when Jax held up his hand.

  “Do something about her chatter,” he said to Ren.

  Lottie’s eyes widened as Ren approached. He had something in his hand, a gag. It seemed he’d been prepared to silence her if it proved necessary. Lottie trembled. She’d always feared having the ability to speak removed from her and her mates knew it. Stunned by this apparent disregard for her feelings, she offered no resistance as Ren crouched beside her and pushed the large silicone ball past her lips to sit snugly between her teeth. As he used thick leather straps to fasten it in place, she took a few panicked breaths. Tears fell from her eyes as Ren stood and used the toe of his boot to push her back to the floor. He didn’t hurt her physically, but his actions were a stab at her heart.

  “Of course,” Jax continued, “we cannot allow your service to begin until we are sure you are fit and ready for the task.”

  Lottie clenched her eyes shut. She knew what was coming before the words even left his lips.

  “Take her to the examination room. I want a thorough inspection before her sentence begins.”

  * * *

  Jax could not prevent a smile of satisfaction forming on his lips as Marc and Ren took a firm grip of Lottie’s arms and hauled her to her feet. They marched her from the room, her eyes wide and whatever protests she tried to make lost behind her gag. Her fear was palpable and, may the stars forgive him, that was just what he wanted. Lottie had enjoyed a special status in their lives and she’d betrayed them. If she had come to them and stated her fears that she was holding them back, that would have been one thing. Plotting to drive them away was quite another. It was partly their own fault, Jax had to admit. They had been far too yielding when it came to their mate. They’d let her get away with too much. Driven by an inexplicable need to keep this feisty young woman by their sides, they’d been lax when it came to discipline and had failed to enforce even the lenient rules they’d imposed. That was not a mistake they would make again.

  Looking around the room, he was pleased to see approval on his men’s faces. When news of Lottie’s accusations against him and his brothers reached the men, their reputations had suffered. Her attempt to gain sanctuary on Taar-Breck had made them look unfit to rule. If they were not seen to punish her harshly for her lies, they would seem weak and others might try to step up to take their place. Jax had trouble enough with the governor of Antarrak seizing the throne without having to see off other contenders.

  Now that they were asserting their dominance over Lottie in a way they should have done from the start, Jax and his brothers were sending the message that they were in control, both of their wayward mate and of their mission. It was clear, though, that while Daen had agreed to the plan to punish Lottie, as Ren and Marc did, he was not happy about it. In fact, Daen seemed to want no part of it.

  “Will you carry out the examination?” Jax asked.

  As chief medic on board it should fall to Daen to undertake the intimate inspection of their mate.

  “Marra can do it. She has the necessary skills.”

  Although disappointed in his brother’s response, Jax saw no point in arguing.

  “But you will be there to supervise?” he checked.

  Daen shook his head. “I want nothing to do with her. As far as I’m concerned, Charlotte Calder no longer exists.”

  Watching his brother storm off, Jax was at a loss for what to do. He could, of course, command him to attend the examination. He could also order him to participate in the punishments Lottie had coming to her and Daen would have to obey. Jax, however, had no intention of forcing his brother to do anything he didn’t want to in relation to Lottie. Daen wasn’t like the rest of them. He was sensitive, introspective. Jax had a deep bond with his brother but he had never understood him and his feelings. The one thing he did know was that when Daen was upset like this, it was best to leave him be.

  Getting to his feet, Jax shrugged off his concerns for his youngest brother. He had an intimate examination to witness and he intended to enjoy every minute of it.

  Chapter Six

  The way the medical room was set up made her shudder. A table, upon which she would lie in an inverted Y-shape, dominated the space. There were various shackles affixed to it that could be used to tie her down in any number of ways. A spotlight floated overhead that could be moved into any position to give the men a better view of her most intimate body parts and she realized, to her horror, that there was also a surveillance disk there. Did that meant they intended for this examination to be watched by others?

  Next to the table a tray hovered. Lottie could make out several instruments sitting on it but, from here, she couldn’t identify any of them. One thing was clear, though—someone had given a lot of thought to what they were going to do to her.

  Marc and Ren walked her a little way into the room and then surprised her by releasing her arms.

  “Get up on the table,” Marc instructed.

  They wanted her to offer herself up to them. Lottie debated for a moment as excitement and dread coursed through her veins. Knowing these men, an intense experience awaited her, one she thought might bring her pleasure but also a degree of humiliation. This would be about them taking control, but could she just calmly give it to them? She decided she couldn’t and turned to flee. Immediately, one of the men grabbed her from behind. Mocking laughter filled the air.

  “Told you she’d try to run,” Ren said, and she knew then that he was the one holding her.

  With his arms tight around her waist, she had little room to move but her feet were free. She jumped and used them to push off from the door. She launched herself backwards. The element of surprise and the momentum she gained helped her topple Ren over. He grunted as they landed heavily on the floor with him taking the brunt of the impact. He was winded just long enough for Lottie to wriggle free. She leapt to her feet and headed for the door, but Marc stepped in her way in an infuriatingly unhurried manner.

  “Just where do you think you’re going?”

  With the dreaded gag in her mouth all Lottie could do was grunt incoherently. She swung her arm back to strike Marc for that irritating look of amusement on his face, but he caught her wrist easily and pulled her hard against the immovable wall of his chest.

  “I think our little prisoner’s getting overstimulated,” Marc told Ren. “Maybe it would be better if she didn’t see what was coming.”

  Lottie’s pulse quickened as she looked over her shoulder to see Ren going to the tray beside the examination table. He held up a blindfold and she shook her head furiously. It was bad enough being robbed of speech, bu
t not having her sight throughout this examination would make it unbearably intense.

  “Be a good girl and we’ll let you keep your hearing,” Ren said.

  Whether it was in response to the threat to deprive her of her hearing or because he’d given her some hope by speaking to her in that soft tone he’d always used with her, Lottie did as she was told. Ren put the blindfold in place and tied it tight behind her head. It had thick black pads that fitted over her eye sockets to block out all light. Someone took a firm grip of her arm and she was led across the room. Lottie’s legs disappeared from under her as she was lifted and deposited none too gently onto the padded table. She winced as her punished bottom met the firm surface.

  She found herself being pushed back and her arms were raised over her head. Her wrists were secured in rigid leather cuffs that had absolutely no give in them. Her breath caught at the back of her throat as her legs were spread wide and shackles were fastened around them to hold her firmly in place. She whimpered as the movable bottom half of the table was pulled further apart, drawing her legs out into a wide stretch. Exposed and utterly helpless, she could only wait for what was to come.

  Several minutes dragged by and then movement at the far side of the room signaled a new arrival.

  “I see our little prisoner is ready.” It was Jax who spoke. “Marra, you may begin.”

  Marra? Lottie had assumed that Daen would be the one to carry out the examination, not one of his assistants. She wasn’t sure how she felt about a female touching her so intimately. She guessed at this stage she didn’t have much of a choice.

  Behind her gag, she let out a startled yelp as her right nipple was pulled up sharply and what she soon realized was a small metal clamp was attached to it. Although her mates had loved to play with her breasts, she’d never experienced this before and she wasn’t sure she liked the intense pressure on such a sensitive part of her body. She held her breath as she felt a thin chain trailing between her breasts and then her other nipple was clamped in the same way as the first. A sudden tug on the chain wrenched both nipples upward and she hissed in pain. Bizarrely, a jolt of lust fired through her at the same time, bringing her body to life. There was something exquisitely erotic about the way her adorned breasts felt, and she wished she could see them.

  “Her nipples are nice and sensitive,” Marra said, “and that certainly got her juices flowing.”

  It did indeed. Lottie blushed as she focused her mind on that space between her legs and realized how wet she was. Her skin tingled as fingers trailed from her breasts to her belly and she shivered in delight as they came to rest on her pubic bone. Goosebumps rose on her skin.

  “She responds well to being caressed,” the Bylanthian woman said.

  Lottie lifted her hips the tiny amount she was able to as fingers slid between her legs. She groaned as her sensitive flesh thrilled to the touch. She tried to roll her hips but a harsh slap to the outer thigh stilled her.

  “She has too much freedom to move,” Jax complained.

  He had to be kidding. With her arms and legs stretched taut she could barely raise herself an inch off the table. She could move her head and wiggle her fingers and toes, but that was about the extent of it. Apparently, her current state of bondage was not enough for Jax. Several pairs of hands set to work at once, fastening thick leather straps around her upper thighs, waist, and across her chest, rendering her completely immobile. Although she couldn’t see, Lottie imagined how she must look, completely bound in leather with only a few glimpses of her pale skin showing through. It would be a tantalizing sight for her mates and anyone else who was watching.

  “Better,” Jax said approvingly. “You look good all trussed up and at our mercy, little prisoner.”

  The fingers she now knew belonged to Marra parted her lower lips and explored her feminine cleft. The touch was precise, clinical yet her body, starved of intimacy for the long months she’d been unconscious, responded with a tremor that ran right to her core.

  “Your prisoner is highly aroused,” Marra delivered her verdict. “Her clitoris is nice and plump, and her pussy is wet. It’s a beautiful shade of pink. Perhaps, sir, you would like to check her responses for yourself.”

  Someone—it must be Jax—stepped between her legs. He pressed himself against her mound, so she felt the hard ridge of his arousal beneath his clothing. He held still just long enough for her to appreciate how much her vulnerability turned him on and then stepped back. Lottie couldn’t help herself, she moaned at the loss of contact. She was grateful when he slid two long, thick fingers inside her and began to fuck her ever so slowly. Almost immediately, her pussy clamped down on him.

  “Always so eager,” he said in what sounded like admiration, “but greedy little prisoners don’t get what they want until they’ve earned it.”

  Lottie groaned as he removed his hand just at the point where she was beginning to enjoy his touch. A moment later something cold and metallic slid inside her. She thought it might be a speculum but suddenly it whirred to life, sending out a strange electrical pulse that made her quiver with growing need. This was an instrument she recognized. It mapped internal organs and Lottie knew the men would be able to see what was happening inside her on a screen. As the frequency of the pulsing was increased, her pussy clenched around the metal object. Her face contorted with the agony of chasing a climax that was just out of reach. Despite the gag, she begged for release. Her words were either indecipherable or her mates chose to ignore them because she was not given relief. Instead, the instrument was deactivated and removed from her sopping wet channel, leaving her empty and unfulfilled.

  “Everything looks healthy,” Marra said. “The red spots you see on the screen are her most sensitive areas, which will arouse the greatest response if you wish to give her pleasure. I should also point out that she is very fertile right now, should you wish to breed her.”

  What? Lottie’s heart thumped and she shook her head from side to side. If she was to have a child with one of these alien men, she would have to undergo a series of treatments to make her biochemistry compatible with theirs. No way did she want to put her body through that when she wasn’t sure if they still saw her as their mate. Even if they did, she wasn’t ready to become pregnant. Panicked, she started to struggle violently, the restraints digging painfully into her flesh as she thrashed about, unable to free herself.

  “Calm down,” Jax said sternly. “We have no plans to breed with a prisoner.”

  Well, that put her in her place. Lottie didn’t like the way he kept referring to her in those impersonal terms, but she was relieved they didn’t intend to force a pregnancy on her. She should have known that even though they were incredibly angry with her right now, they would never do a thing like that.

  There was no time to enjoy her relief as a thin metal instrument was inserted into her bottom. To her horror, it began to open, stretching her anal channel wide. Even as she whined in discomfort, her clitoris began to pulse, and she wondered what was wrong with her that she could find this so arousing. When the speculum was opened fully, fingers began to explore her rear passage. Unable to move, Lottie was forced to lie still and allow herself to be prodded at. She had always enjoyed anal play but right now she was embarrassed that she was being treated like some sort of living, breathing science experiment. She bit down onto the silicone ball that was wedged in her mouth and tried to hold back her tears. When the fingers were withdrawn and the instrument removed, she felt both relief and emptiness at the same time.

  “You will have no trouble taking her bottom,” Marra said.

  “She’s well used to taking a cock up her ass,” Marc replied.

  Lottie’s cheeks burned at the way they were speaking about her as though she was not lying there spread out in front of them. While she did enjoy having her bottom fucked by her mates, to say she was used to it was something of an exaggeration. She accepted it eagerly, loved it most of the time, but she was not sure she would ever grow completel
y accustomed to having something the size of one of her mates’ cocks in that tight channel.

  Wondering what mortifications she would be made to endure next, Lottie was surprised when the restraints around her ankles were loosened and her arms were freed from their shackles. All the leather straps that had held her down were removed and she was helped into a kneeling position on the table, facing toward the head. The blindfold was taken off and she blinked as her eyes adjusted to the bright light. Three of her mates stood before her and, as she looked around, she realized for the first time that Daen was not present. She couldn’t help worrying about what that meant, but when Jax cleared his throat pointedly, her attention returned to him. He was holding a thick band of leather with a small metal ring attached to the front.

  “You will wear this collar as a symbol of your new status,” he announced.

  Although tears pricked her eyes at what she had been reduced to, she nodded in agreement and Jax fastened the collar around her neck. It was not unbearably tight, but she still felt it pressing against her throat and she knew she would not be able to forget its presence for a single second.

  “Now that it’s in place, we will not remove it. For as long as we want you, it will serve as a reminder that you are ours to do with as we please.”

  There was an implied threat that the time might come when they no longer desired her. If that day came, they would cast her aside, perhaps sell her off as Jax had threatened. It was a horrifying thought. Lottie lifted trembling fingers to touch the collar and sent up a silent prayer that it never be taken from her.

  “She’s all yours,” Jax told Marc and Ren before he turned to leave the room.

  Lottie watched him go, her brow furrowed at his departure, and then looked to the twins.