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“I warned you to behave yourself a thousand times,” he says. “Now you’re going to find out what it means to be properly publicly disciplined.”

“Please…”

He pushes both fingers inside me simultaneously, taking both holes. I am being punished and toyed with in front of Wrath. My shame is being made public. I should have known better than to test Shan on this matter. I should have considered what he would think when I opened my mouth and talked to Wrath without any care whatsoever.

Now, I feel his scaled digits going deep inside me. My pussy is aching, and still wet from our previous encounters. My ass is tight, and the limited lubrication from my juices is not enough to make it not painful.

“Owowowow,” I complain as he fingers my ass.

“You will speak with respect,” he lectures me, going deep and pulling out again only so he can go deep once more. My hips buck as I try to deal with all this painful stimulation. “Or your holes will be used and displayed.”

“I’m sorry!” I gasp the apology because I have to. There is no way I can handle being publicly fucked. I know that saurians like to do things in front of others. I am fortunate not to have been bred in front of everybody. But this might be worse. This isn’t proper simple fucking. This is being used and being punished in a way that makes me deeply ashamed.

“You’re a bad girl,” he tells me. “You’re a mouthy, opinionated, loud and thoughtless mate, and I will not allow it. Apologize to Wrath.”

“I’m sorry, Wrath!”

“Ask him if he thinks you deserve to be forgiven, or if he wants to see your holes stretched.”

I feel a bolt of erotic energy run through me. This is wrong. He is putting me on humiliating display in an effort to appear in control. And now I have to play along.

“Please, Mr Wrath. Forgive me…”

“Ask him if you deserve to have your holes stretched,” Shan prompts me. He is being absolutely emotionally brutal right now.

“Do I…” I whine before finishing the sentence as fast as I can. “Deserve to have my holes stretched?”

Shan gives me three quick pumps in my pussy and ass as I surrender to his demands.

“This is for your own good,” he growls down at me. “A human mate must be obedient. You are too small, too weak, and too breedable to be anything else.”

I know some of what he is saying is for Wrath’s benefit, but much of it is the same as the things he has previously said to me. Shan is not pretending to own me. He believes I am his to his very core.

“Understand?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Good.” He leaves his fingers inside me, keeps me over his knee, and the journey continues.

Shan

Her hot little holes feel great around my fingers. I’m glad to have stopped her tirade, and frankly, she deserves a little of this humiliation. She has to learn to guard her thoughts and words. Sooner or later she was going to say something that would anger Wrath, but more likely, she’d say something that would give things away. Lettie already knows too much. She saw me talking with Avel, and she knows Avel and Thorn are on the other side of this conflict. That means she’s a liability when she starts getting chatty in any way.

Overall, it’s not that bad a position for her. The seat allows her to rest her upper body rather than dangling, and her legs are similarly supported. My view is not bad, either. There’s something about the way her cheeks curve and press against the fabric of the suit which is only just barely keeping her contained.

“I apologize for my human mate,” I say to Wrath. “She is not yet trained.”

“Where we are going, training will not matter. She will bear your young, and she will live as wild as she pleases. I am not taking you somewhere you will have to worry about the rules of the society that shunned you, Shan. We are going back to our roots. We are reclaiming our power.”

He sounds genuinely excited. In moments like these, I do find my loyalty to the alpha wavering. Wrath knows what matters to me. He knows what matters to all the outcasts he rules over. I am disturbingly aware of the fact that if I had met Wrath first, my loyalty would not be divided in the slightest.

“I cannot wait to see what you have in store.”

Wrath smiles at me. “And I cannot wait for you to see it.”

We travel a while further, but no more conversation happens. I eventually ease my fingers out of Lettie and restore her clothing as the road stops being a road and becomes more of an increasingly bumpy dirt track. Finally, the track ends and the van comes to a halt.

“Time to get out,” Wrath announces. His two guards disembark at the same time, exiting from the front of the vehicle.

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