Chapter Two
Jada shifted slowly, feeling the tendrils of sleep leave her as she gradually began to awaken. Had it all been a dream? A delicious, sexy, and completely fucking arousing dream?
Lying there with her eyes closed, she felt the softness of a feather mattress beneath her, the silky feeling of satin sheets and fluffy pillows propped behind her head. A gentle breeze, likely from an open window, flittered across her cheek, and she shivered from the unexpected chill. She definitely wasn’t back in her cell at the detainment center.
She tried to take stock of her body, testing to see if she felt sore in any way from the events of her dream. Her limbs felt languid, but nothing else alerted her that anything had happened. Blushing, she recalled how she had reacted, screaming with pleasure at having her pussy and bottom claimed by two strangers in front of an audience of thousands of people.
It must have been a dream, she thought. The effects of whatever that doctor had injected in her arm, she was sure of it.
A crazy, embarrassing sex dream. That’s all it was. It had to be. A hallucination, maybe?
Finally finding the courage to open her eyes, she gasped upon finding herself in an opulent gold and burgundy room. She was lying in a bed made of gold, surrounded by silky blankets and what seemed like an exorbitant number of soft pillows. It was a bed large enough to accommodate several people. Extravagant carpets hung on the walls, along with great swords, staffs, daggers, and paintings that took her breath away. Some of the scenes on the woven rugs and beautifully painted canvases pictured massive dragons; some red, some purple, and others blue or gray.
Where was she?
Her mind felt foggy, but she racked her brain and finally remembered that the warden mentioned the name Draegira. After a long fuzzy moment, she began to piece everything together. From her studies, she hazily recalled that it was a planet in the faraway Canis Aquarii system. It was a place shrouded in mystery, with whispers of terrible creatures and even bigger beasts cloaked in lore. It was also rumored that mythical creatures like dragons inhabited the planet, but she hadn’t believed a word of it when she had first read it.
Biting her lip, she lifted herself off the bed and wandered to a nearby window. What she saw was a world encased in fantasy, a magical city made of bright white stone with architecture that reminded her of the fabled cities of the elves. Every block of each building seemingly had a purpose, both in art and design. The city flowed over rolling hills, surrounded by tall mountains off in the distance.
Far away, high up in the sky, several large objects flew around one of the snowy peaks. Narrowing her eyes, she bit her lip in confusion when she realized that she couldn’t quite make out what they were. Planes, maybe? No, that wasn’t right.
The shapes soared around in slow, peaceful circles, swooping up and down and flapping what looked like massive wings. She couldn’t tell if they were some sort of large bird or something else; some sort of spacecraft, maybe?
With a shiver, she also realized that she wore what appeared to be a fur mantle, only she was entirely nude beneath it. Her nipples peaked and she grabbed the edges of the fur and dragged it closed, covering up her nakedness as quickly as she could.
The sound of a footstep brushing against the hardwood floor behind her caused her to jump and she whirled around, gasping out loud.
Holy shit.
It was the men from her dreams. Blue-eyed Draego. Bruddis’ red irises.
She swallowed heavily, suddenly finding her mouth very dry.
It couldn’t be real, could it? She couldn’t have been fucked in front of thousands of people by these alien men, right? It was just a dirty dream. There had to be some sort of explanation. Her mind reeled with possibilities, trying to come up with some sort of explanation that would explain why her pussy was suddenly wet and achy, why she yearned for them to take her again in the same way as before, and why she wanted to be theirs and only theirs.
For heaven’s sake, they’d fucked her ass. And she’d enjoyed it!
Bruddis narrowed his eyes as he studied her while Draego appraised her from head to toe, his icy glare leaving her little question that he was used to being obeyed.
“Open your mantle and show us what is ours, human. Show us what we have already taken before our people, what we have claimed in the sacred mating ceremony,” Draego commanded, his tone firm.
Only he hadn’t really met the real Jada yet, only dream Jada. Sure, he’d fucked her when she’d been chained to a pole and crazy with lust, but now that she was entirely coherent, that was another story.
Confused, angry, embarrassed, and not about to listen to a single command the men gave, she shook her head. It couldn’t be real. It had to have been a dream.
There was no way. Maybe she was still asleep. She would have to pinch herself to make sure it wasn’t real.
“Not a fucking chance,” she growled courageously, standing up straight and lifting her chin with pride. She wasn’t about to shame herself and show a pair of strangers her bare physique and definitely not a second time, if that dream had been real anyhow. She aimed to keep it that way until she found the man she was meant to marry.
“Such disgraceful language from a lady, Bruddis, wouldn’t you say?” Draego muttered with a shake of the head. “It’ll never do if we bring her out in public.”
“It would be wise of you to obey, human. You won’t like the consequences. Disobedient wives are firmly disciplined on our planet and you would be wise to remember that,” Bruddis warned as he shifted his fiery eyes to his brother.
“My name is Jada, not human,” she retorted, “and I won’t show you anything. I won’t allow you to lay eyes on my nakedness and that’s that. And I’m not your wife. I never agreed to such a thing.”
Draego exhaled, his jaw tensing with obvious irritation. He pushed his sleeves up on either wrist, exposing corded forearms that flexed when he tightened his fingers into fists. Jada began to feel nervous all of a sudden as he peered back at her. With a heavy sigh, he moved in her direction and she took a hesitant step backwards.
“I had hoped the reception of our bride might go better than this, but I’ll take the honor of bringing our naughty human in hand for the very first time. Why don’t you take a seat, Bruddis, and watch?”
“Sure, but I call the next one. I’m sure this won’t be the last time our feisty bride-to-be will need to be reminded who is in charge,” Bruddis smirked and took a seat in a nearby leather chair. He crossed his legs and took a sip from his tankard once again. His eyes darkened and Jada grew even more anxious. Her stomach rumbled nervously.
Draego stalked toward her and she tried to move away, her bare feet finding no purchase on the wooden floor beneath her. He backed her into a wall before his arm swung forward and gripped her wrist. He pulled her toward the bed then and she was powerless to escape his grasp, his strength much greater than hers. She whimpered, unsure of what was happening.
He sat down on the bed then and reached forward, deftly untying the lace of the mantle around her throat before she could even think to react. In the span of a moment, he had thrown the fur to the floor, revealing her naked body to both his and his brother’s view. He pulled her forward and she hurtled over his lap so that her belly pressed against his knees.
Tipping her further forward, he placed his leg over the backs of hers, effectively locking her into position before she had the forethought to resist.
“What are you doing,” she shrieked, wriggling her body to try to escape. She couldn’t even kick, he had her locked into position so tight. She jumped when he laid the roughness of his palm against her bare, vulnerable backside and then stilled, her mind racing with possibilities of what was about to happen.
Her breasts pressed into the bed beneath her and she felt her nipples harden. Her thighs trembled with nervous excitement and she felt herself flush as her pussy clenched. She was wet. Ashamed, she hid her face in her hands, knowing he could probably see the evidence of her arousal on her skin. His fingers trailed up the back of her thigh, dragging along the lower curve of her very naked and very exposed backside.
“Jada, my tiny human bride, you are no longer on Earth. You’re on the planet Draegira, a place that handles their women far differently than you’re probably used to. Here, women obey their men, and when they don’t, they are punished, regardless of the audience,” he explained.
“What are you going to do?” she asked hesitantly, sorely regretting her momentary sense of bravado. Her bottom tingled.
“You’re getting a spanking, naughty human. You will obey me when I command it, else you’ll be punished,” he replied, and she renewed her struggles, pounding her fists on the bed beneath and trying to twist away, but it was hopeless. She wasn’t getting away from the massive alien’s strong grip.
“Keep it up and Bruddis will use his belt on your sorry bottom when I’m finished,” Draego warned. She stilled at the seriousness of his voice. She’d seen women given spankings before at the detainment center and wondered what it felt like, if it hurt, if they liked it, if she would enjoy such treatment. Whenever she’d heard the sounds of flesh smacking flesh, she had looked out her cell window, watched creamy white skin turn pink and then red as the women were punished, and had felt her body come alive.
Now that the possibility of getting her own backside disciplined loomed over her head, she was much less intrigued and quite a bit more alarmed.
“I don’t want the belt,” she murmured softly.
Draego patted her bottom with his palm. She flinched, not knowing what he was going to do next.
“Good. Then behave and take your punishment like a good bride-to-be. I’m going to make sure you never use such language in our presence ever again. Now lift your bottom and ask me to discipline you for being so naughty, human,” Draego said firmly, and she couldn’t help but shiver at his command.
Her mouth felt like cotton as she began to speak.
“Please punish me for misbehaving,” she said as quietly as she could. Hesitantly, she lifted her bottom just a hair, having come to the conclusion that she really had no choice in the matter. She was about to get her first spanking whether she liked it or not.
Her backside clenched nervously.
His palm left her sensitized skin and she froze.
Smack.
The sound was loud and it took a long moment for her to realize that he’d actually spanked her. The sting of the slap didn’t even register in her mind until a few seconds later, when the second and third spanks had already descended on her bare ass.
Oh, God, it actually hurt. She wasn’t prepared for that.
Her toes curled as the bite of his heavy palm spread across her skin and she keened, every muscle in her body tightening as she fought his hold with every ounce of her being. Her fingers wrapped around the fabric beneath her, as though holding onto the quilt would help her escape her current unfortunate situation.
His palm was relentless and before long, her entire backside was burning so hot that she swore it would catch on fire at any second. The pain washed over her and she whined, but he didn’t stop, even for a second. He was clearly intent on teaching her a lesson.
She squeezed her thighs together and was horrified at finding herself even wetter than before. Ashamed, she realized her entire body was beginning to tingle, the pain of the spanking gently molding into something more, something decidedly pleasurable.
Her body was betraying her. Getting spanked was turning her on.
A particularly hard smack to the top of her thighs made her cry out and she tensed. Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes as feelings of pain, pleasure, shame, and frustration all became too much for her. Draego continued spanking her, his palm catching every square inch of her bare, upturned bottom, and she whimpered as she pressed her hips against his thighs, as if hoping she could avoid the heat of his hand, but she knew better.
Relentless. She imagined the view that Bruddis had from his seat, how her backside was turning red and how she squirmed to try to avoid Draego’s painful palm. How he could see glimpses of her naked pussy lips.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she sniffled and started to cry. She’d never felt so naughty and thoroughly disciplined in her life. Being punished like a bad little girl humbled her, made her regret her outburst, and made her question why she just didn’t listen in the first place. Now her naked ass was on display and Bruddis was watching the whole thing.
She felt mortified and so terribly aroused at the same time.
Shamed and submissive, she lowered her eyes.
Her limbs relaxed and she unclenched her bottom without a second thought. She almost welcomed the spanks now, every single one throbbing deep into her core, a delicious burning that left her wanting more, the pain like a sudden sense of relief.
All her sadness, loneliness, and hurt over the events of the past few months drifted away and the only thing that was left was her bare bottom, Draego’s palm, and her punishment.
It felt like freedom.
It took a long time for her to realize the spanking had ended and that Draego was rubbing his palm up and down her sore flesh, massaging the hurt away.
“It’s time for the final part of your discipline, Jada,” he said softly, and she shivered.
She felt him grip both cheeks of her ass and squealed when he spread them apart. Flushed with embarrassment, she realized he was probably staring straight down at her rosebud and she shuddered with shame.
A slick liquid squirted onto her forbidden passage and he spread it around her tight rim with his thumb. She tensed when he started pushing against her bottom hole and tried to wriggle away. Slightly panicked, she tightened her cheeks, which only earned her a hard slap to the back of her thighs.
“We can continue the spanking with Bruddis’ belt, young lady. Your bottom will not be properly punished until I have disciplined you inside and out. Do you understand?” he told her firmly, and she struggled to obey.
His digit pushed against her tight rosette, stretching her in a way that was both painful and pleasurable at the same time. It burned in such an embarrassing manner that it left her trembling with the desire for it to stop and for it to continue all at once.
She felt a second pair of hands graze against her thigh and she whined as she realized both men were watching this part of her punishment very closely.
“She’s being rather difficult. Give her a second finger for fighting us. Make sure she learns her lesson,” Bruddis added, and she whined in response.
Draego’s thumb pressed into her bottom and when it finally breached her tight rim, she keened at the painful stretch. He worked his thumb in and out of her, and before long, he started pushing inside her with a second finger, despite her protests for mercy.
It hurt and she cried out as he advanced. She tried her best not to tense up, because every time she did, it grew more painful. When he had succeeded in punishing her bottom hole with two fingers, he removed his leg from the backs of hers.
“Spread your legs. Show us that naughty wet cunt,” Bruddis commanded, the breathless want in his voice clear as day.
She hesitated too long, and Draego spoke.
“Do you want the belt then?”
“No, Sir,” she quickly answered as she tentatively spread her thighs apart. Impatiently, Bruddis used his knee to push her legs open even wider and she moaned when the chilly breeze caressed her wet folds.
Both men were silent for a long time and she did her best to stay still, thankful for the fact that she could hide her face in the soft quilt on the bed. She knew they were staring, knew they could see how aroused she was in reaction to such shameful acts, knew they’d be disappointed in her lusty, wanton nature. They’d probably send her back to the detainment center within the hour.
Was that what she wanted?
Draego pumped his digits in and out of her. She moaned.
“She’s so wet,” Bruddis said in wonder.
“Perfect for our bride,” Draego responded, before he finally pulled his fingers from her bottom. He grasped her around the waist and lifted her to a seated position on his lap, quickly wiping the tears from her face.
“You took your first punishment well, Jada. I’m proud of you,” he said sincerely, keeping his icy eyes leveled with hers. She blushed and bit her lip, turning her head. His fingers gripped her chin softly and turned her back to face him.
Bruddis sat down beside them and softly massaged the top of her thighs.
It felt so nice. She felt relaxed, taken care of, and for the first time in a long while, she felt like the world had been lifted off of her shoulders. For the moment, her past didn’t matter, only the present, and she couldn’t help but sniffle and hope for the best.
Even with a red-hot spanked bottom, she was optimistic. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. Maybe she could find her happy ending here after all.
As she glanced back and forth between the men, they smiled.
“I’m to be your bride?” she questioned softly.
“You’re to be our bride, and our queen,” Bruddis responded with a nod.
She was to be a queen? Were these men princes?
“As our wife, you will link my brother and me as one, and we will both be able to ascend the throne and unite the country under our rule,” Draego explained.
“What’s going to happen next?” she asked. She snaked her hands around her chest and covered her hardened nipples, still fully aware of the wetness between her thighs.
“You’re going to meet the king. If we receive his approval on our choice of a wife, then we can proceed with the fire shaman’s ritual. Although the manner in which you achieved warrior status is questionable and not altogether morally sound, I don’t foresee any reason why our father wouldn’t accept you as our choice,” Draego replied.
“What do you mean by ‘achieved warrior status’?”
“You’ve killed before, experienced death. This garners great respect on our planet, especially when in battle,” Bruddis murmured. “It’s also generally expected that kings and queens should have some knowledge of death, and since you already do, our marriage should be able to proceed without delay. Your past should please the fire shaman.”
She studied Bruddis’ and Draego’s faces and saw a tired sadness there, a quiet exhaustion both were careful to hide behind calm and knowledgeable eyes. What the hell was a fire shaman?
“I… I never killed that man. I’m innocent. I was framed,” she whispered quietly. For some reason, she felt like she could trust these men, or maybe it was that she wanted to trust them. Whatever the reason was, she couldn’t help but hold her breath, waiting for either of them to respond.
“Don’t lie, Jada. I don’t welcome untruths from my bride-to-be,” Bruddis replied with enough ire that she clamped her lips shut. “Do it again and I’ll whip you for your insolence.”
She looked away, biting her lip to keep from crying. Why should they believe her anyway? It’s not like this was anything new to her, but the fact that they didn’t believe her seemed to bother her more so than ever, more so than anyone else. She quickly blinked away her tears and tried to think of other things, desperate to change the subject.
“Can I at least get dressed?” she asked with a sigh.
She played with her long brown waves, keeping her dark emerald-colored eyes plastered to the floor, trying to hide the fact that her feelings were hurt as best she could.
“Perhaps, although it would be good training to make you walk naked around the castle, don’t you think, brother?” Draego said thoughtfully.
She tore her eyes up at him and watched as his eyes perused up and down her body. She shivered with both embarrassment and delight, the pained feeling of their disbelief of her words gradually fading away until it hurt much less.
Gently, Draego helped her to stand and she curled her toes in the soft carpet underneath. Her backside still ached and Bruddis reached out, running his fingers up and down her scorched flesh.
“Was this your first spanking, Jada?” he asked, his eyes boring into hers. She nodded gently and he leaned forward while still sitting on the bed and placed a kiss on her hip. She moaned softly under her breath. His hands snaked around her thighs.
“Open,” he commanded, and she hesitated, earning a hard pinch on her backside that made her squeal. She rushed to obey him as quickly as she could, not wanting to earn any further punishment.
His palm rested against her clit and he patted her softly, the moist sound of skin smacking skin shameful to her ears. The simple position of his hand held so much power that she trembled, wondering what he would do next.
“You get very wet when we give you pain,” he noted, holding her gaze with his own, and she felt a hot flush come over her. He smirked then and his gaze darkened.
In the flash of a second, his palm left her pussy and came back with a harsh slap. He quickly gripped her chin as she keened with pain, forcing her to keep her eyes level with his.
“Remember to be a good little human and obey your masters or else you will be punished,” he whispered, and she shivered, her pussy hot, wet, and ready as the residual pain from his slap radiated across her folds, settling deep into her clit and even deeper in her core.
Across the room, Draego smirked before heading off toward a great wooden armoire. He opened it and dug into a drawer, taking out a white bundle along with a pair of soft-looking leather slippers.
“Come. Let’s get you dressed so that you can meet the king. He isn’t doing so well today, so time is of the essence,” Draego said.
“Not doing well?”
“Our father is very sick. It’s expected that he won’t make it to the end of the week,” Bruddis answered, his sadness raw in his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she answered quietly. Both brothers responded with silence.
Biting her lip, she looked away. What had she gotten herself into?