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Yet my mind wanders. Even right now – even as I’m chained to a fearsome warrior, in a dank and abandoned basement, all I can think about is Aurelian harems.

Harems! At a time like this!

But the sight of Brennan’s glistening, freshly showered body… The memory of Otho crushing me to the bed – cuffing me and shoving that ball gag into my mouth…

I’m flooded with shameful feelings of excitement at being so helpless in the captivity of this towering, intimidating aliens. I can’t help but tingle as I think about how powerful they are – how they could literally bend my will and body. These three warriors could do anything they wanted to me – and I’d be powerless to stop them.

I’ve seen how they look at me – how they shudder with barely restrained desire for me.

If they decided to act on those desires…

My pulse throbs between my thighs. I’m not sure if such a thing is my most abject fear, or my darkest and most shameful desire.

Is that what it feels like to be part of an Aurelian harem? Their species is famous for the dozens or hundreds of women that Aurelian Warriors ‘collect’ in their huge estates, back on Colossus.

I know similar harems exist elsewhere in the universe – hell, on Old-Earth, the ancient societies of Egypt, the Ottomans, the Chinese dynasties, and more were famous for having harems as part of the power structure of the ruling elite…

…but they were nothing like an Aurelian harem.

You didn’t have women flocking to volunteer to become the plaything of an inbred Pharaoh, or a white-haired, ancient Chinese Emperor – and yet women from all over the universe travel to Colossus, willing to trade poverty and uncertainty for a live of decadence and luxury in the care of a gorgeous, sex-obsessed Aurelian triad.

We don’t have anything like harems on Marn. Sex is sold here as a commodity, and most of the women who trade in that commodity value their independence and freedom more than luxury.

Becoming part of a businessman’s harem, or the plaything of a crime boss, isn’t appealing to them. It doesn’t matter how rich a man is. Here on Marn, no man can offer a woman the same security or luxury that an Aurelian triad could; so why sacrifice your independence for anything less.

Aurelians themselves don’t come to Marn often – and when they do, they’re generally just passing through. On the planets where Aureliansdosettle, they’re famous for building up the same huge harems of willing women as others of their species do on their home world of Colossus.

I’ve read all about Aurelian harems inOn Aurelians– but I’m not sure how accurate the information is. The book was written by a human author, and Aurelians literally keep what happens in their harems behind closed doors. The book revealed that human women flock to Aurelians harems, begging to be a part of them – but the book was written with a disapproving tone, as if somehow there was something shameful about sacrificing your life and independence to be the plaything of a triad of huge, hulking alien warriors.

But it doesn’t matter how shameful we’re expected to feel about it – I can’t imagine any woman not at leastonceconsidering the appeal of running away to join an Aurelian harem; even wealthy, privileged women, like me.

And for those not born into wealth? It’s even more appealing.

For women who don’t live behind the protective walls of a massive estate, or go to bed with a full belly every night, the appeal is obvious. Some of the women who volunteer for the harems are fleeing poverty, or danger. Others just crave the feeling of an Aurelian’s harsh dominance – the eroticism of being owned, and punished.

I mean, I might be a virgin – but I’m not naive to the appeal of that. The Aurelians enjoy punishing women, and some women enjoy being punished. I’d be lying if I said the light spanking Brennan had disciplined me with left me with only a hot, tingling backside.

My panties were also flooded.

Aurelianscravedominating and controlling willing women – almost as much as they appear to crave fucking and seeding them.

Many women crave to be on the receiving end of such treatment.

I remember my book:

“The Bond draws out the deepest desires of the affected party.”

Is that what’s happening to me? Are my darkest desire being drawn out by the proximity of these three Aurelians? Is this what all women experience? Or is there more to it?

I shiver. I don’t know the answer to those questions.

All I do know is that if Aurelians reallydocrave the opportunity to punish human females, tomorrow will be averygood day for Brennan…

…and very bad for me.

I don’t know what Brennan’s going to do to me to make good on his threat of ‘punishment’...

…and I’m terrified he’s going to lose control when he does.