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Then, suddenly, Hadrian lets go – dropping Giovanni to the floor with a loud thump.

The host’s breath rattles in his nearly crushed throat, as he desperately sucks in air, completely cowed. It takes Giovanni nearly five seconds before he can pull himself to his feet.

“I-I’m sorry... So,sosorry,” he croaks, clutching his throat, his face bright red.

My triad of Aurelians ignores him – which is as close to accepting the little man’s apology as he’s lucky to get.

The doors to the elevator then rattle open, and the Bond hits me with another wave of pleasure. My nipples have become two, hard buds – both begging to be touched as the pleasure dress teases them mercilessly.

Between my legs, my pussy is now soaked with desire. Iacheto be used by the dominant, alien triad. They breath in – and their senses are flooded with my scent. Ifeeltheir arousal surge through the Bond.

On the floor of the club, a hundred pairs of eyes turn to look at us.

The loudspeaker booms. An announcer declares:

“Gentlemen! We have averyspecial treat for you on the sixth-floor auditorium. Watch tonight as a pleasure slave is taken right in front of you by three Aurelians! Right in front of your very eyes!”

Gasps fill the room, and the men all around us lick their lips eagerly as they look to my triad. They’re all imagining these three, huge men ruthlessly claiming me.

Daccia leads us forward, past the casino floor. He doesn’t look left or right as he makes his way toward the huge set of double doors leading into the auditorium.

With both hands, Daccia shoves the doors open. Behind them looms a huge stage, covered by a curtain. Lines of seats peer up at the stage – all staring to right where I’m going to be.

Giovanni, still clutching his throat, hangs back when Hadrian gives him a warning glance - eventually scuttling away like the cockroach he is.

I swallow hard. For a moment, I feel a twinge of shame…

…and then the Bondthrums,deep down in my psyche.

I suddenly imagine the delicious humiliation of being ravished in public, and all my shame is instantly transformed into dirty, filthy lust.

Kitos leads me up, onto the stage. We step behind the curtain and listen as people begin filing in the auditorium on the other side of the heavy velvet.

I can hear their muffled words – but not enough to make out distinct sentences. Only enough to know what they’re all thinking…

Vulgar, eager thought.

Sometimes I curse at the extra-sensitive senses the Bond has rewarded me with.

Daccia looks down at me. He’s a towering beast, and thethrumof the Bond sends a surge of desire coursing through me. He reaches down and strokes my cheek gently.

“We don’thaveto do this. We can fight our way out, if you ask it of us.”

When his fingers graze my cheek, the Bond hums deep inside of me, vibrating even more strongly than the pleasure dress.

I utter a gasp of lust and I bite my bottom lip hard, struggling to get control of my thoughts.

“It’s the only way, Daccia,” I murmur, looking up into the diamond-tinted eyes of my lover, hidden behind those thin goggles. “It’s the only way we’ll gain that bastard’s trust – andmaybeget some information about Lilac. Wehaveto.” I reach up and grip Daccia’s immense forearm “Promise me – don’t hold back.”

Daccia leans down and kisses me, his tongue pressing firmly into my mouth – claiming me with it, the same way he claimed me with his surging cock.

Yet even as we kiss, I sense that what we are about to do is driven by more than just Torelli wanting to find out if my triad are undercover Law Enforcement agents. He also wants to put them in their place. He's probably been the only Aurelian on this forsaken planet for all the time he’s lived here – and he knows my triad present competition for the position of top dog.

He wants to humiliate my triad.

But I won't humiliate them further than they need to be. I'll be the perfect little slut for them. I'll play the part of the submissive little slave so convincingly that I might as well be the authentic article.

As I think that, Hadrian's fingers begin to trail down my back, pressing against the thin, sheer material of the pleasure dress.