First she was taken. Now she will be shared.
After the princess she serves is given as a mate to a powerful Ketturan warrior, Falise soon ends up as an unwilling passenger on a spacecraft headed for a far-off world. More disturbing still, she quickly discovers that as far as her captors are concerned, her body no longer belongs to her.
As the princess is stripped bare and claimed roughly by the ship’s captain, four of his companions set their eyes on Falise. The brutishly handsome barbarians plan to share her and use her in every manner possible, but first they must train her. She will learn to obey without question and take everything they give her or she will be punished in ways more shameful than she could have ever imagined. But when the journey is over, will she still seek to return home?
Author: Marlee Wray
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$3.95
Length: 38,800 words
Moments ticked by, and the voices in the hall faded.
“What are you going to do?” she asked, nervously biting her lip.
Darx stepped aside, and Detrey and Conklin entered the room. Darx shoved her, so she fell face down on the bed. A second later her panties were pulled off. She squirmed. Her bare bottom had been exposed before, but this felt different.
“Wait. Can we talk about this?” she asked as Det put a hand on the back of her neck just at the base, pressing her chest into the mattress and making her helpless.
“Go on, Conk,” Detrey said.
“You promised to come back yesterday and didn’t,” Conklin said.
A strap whistled through the air just before it snapped against her backside. Her flesh sprang back after the blow and then clenched at the sting. Darx was near the bed, his thick cock jutting upward, excited to see her naked and whipped. He was such a monster.
“No!” she screamed, struggling. “I just forgot! I was looking at pictures of your pretty homeland and—ow!”
A thumping smack to her bottom came from Detrey. “Keep that luscious ass in position. Or should we tie you down?”
The strap landed at the tenderest part of her buttocks right where it met her thighs. She shrieked, but also rubbed her body against the linens. Inside her, the pain seemed to simmer into need.
The strap came down several times more, leaving what she was sure would be bright red stripes.
“Stop it,” she said, putting her hands back to shield herself. When nothing happened, she looked over her shoulder to see Conklin had stopped. He moved aside, shaking his head at her.
Darx lowered his hulking frame next to her, then dragged her across his lap. She fought to get free, but it was useless. The strap was used to bind her arms out of the way. She screamed her protests.
Then Darx’s huge hand slammed down against her defenseless buttocks. Her bottom was a ball of fire in no time with each blow rippling through her and into her pussy. He squeezed each flaming cheek, and she writhed in a desperate storm of pain and pleasure.
She could feel his hard cock against her soft middle. As she sobbed, he reached between her legs and stroked her soaking pussy. Her hips pumped helplessly, tears dripping endlessly from her eyes onto the floor. Then an orgasm took hold, and she was left shuddering and humiliated at how wanton she was under their power.