Free Shared by the Barbarians by Emily Tilton

and Kar’s. And I have to have something in my bottom that will make it nice for you.” Her eyes seemed to dim, in contrition, but Pag thought he could detect something else—something that made his cock get very hard indeed, all of a sudden. “I want it to be nice for you,” Jalinda whispered.
    “Takeoff in one minute,” Hed called back.

Chapter Nine
     
     
    Jalinda had to suck her future husbands’ cocks right there in the ship, Love’s Rebellion , as soon as they had landed on Mara.
    “Let’s get the training belt on her,” Pag called into the cockpit. “Our girl needs to learn her lesson, and we need to start getting her bottom ready for our wedding night. Kar, there’s a belt in the top right storage locker, and a box of plugs.” He turned to Jalinda, who still lay in her acceleration couch. “Once I unstrap you, you’ll go to the head and pee, with the door open so we can see. Then you’ll bend over the toilet and Kar will put the belt around your waist, and the trainer in your rump.”
    Jalinda had thought that the humiliations she had suffered at the hands of the Vionians had made her feel as much shame as it was possible to feel. In fact, she had been able to yield herself to the soldiers in their mess hall when they had tied her over the bench because she had thought of herself as already debased, having offered her modesty so completely to the Trestrimarian brothers and then having run away from them in betrayal, having heard that her planet no longer existed in any meaningful way.
    When the fat sergeant had told her to open her mouth, and the one by her rear end, where they had spread her knees to either side of the bench in a cruel mockery of the way Hed and Kar had held her open at the betrothal, began to play with her bottom and her poor, punished quim that still burned from her cunt-spanking, she had opened her mouth. When the soldiers spoke about having her together— gangbanging her, they kept saying the word that still sent shivers down Jalinda’s spine—and then slitting her throat, the terrible words had seemed to speak to her soul: Yes, this is what you are good for. You ran away from the men who wanted to take care of you. The man who rescued you from the Vionians—from the cruelest Vionian of all. You are a mouth and a cunt and a bottom, good for fucking.
    So she had given herself to the soldier’s hand behind her, raising her bottom as much as she could, within her bonds, to ride the fingers and show how good she would be to fuck. And she had almost cried out to have her maidenhead taken at last, the way Pag had taken Renda’s at the general’s banquet, and she had almost screamed that she needed a cock in her bottom, too, just as Pag had told her she did.
    She had thought it the ultimate shame, and she had for the few moments before Pag and his brothers rescued her again given herself over to it and gloried in it, in being nothing but a whore that soldiers put their cocks in. Now, though, in the ship, the shame grew in a way Jalinda could never have expected.
    She closed her eyes so that she wouldn’t have to watch Pag and Hed and Kar looking at her as she made her water with the hissing noise that always seemed shameful by itself because of the way it felt so very good down there when she peed, let alone when three huge men, their breeches already down and their cocks already in their hands observed closely and seriously.
    The shame had become greater not because what they made her do had any more embarrassment in it than what they had done before, really, but because now that they had saved her a second time, after she had foolishly run away from them, Jalinda really did understand much more. She knew she had begun to care for them, deep in her heart and mind. To have the strong, usually kind men with whom it seemed she would finally be united in marriage discipline her with these shameful things—watching on the toilet, making her wear the horrible training belt, making