Shalia's Diary #7

by Tracy St. John

  After a horrified moment, I realized it was a wig. The hair color was far from mine and had long, loose, spiraling curls. “What, you don’t like my real hair?” I asked, mystified by the gift.

  “We’re going somewhere special,” Oses grinned. “You’ll be in disguise.”

  “Oh.” I had no clue what was going on, but the adventure sounded exciting. “Is what we’re doing legal?”

  “That remains to be seen,” Betra laughed. “See if you can figure out how to wear this thing.”

  I did so, noting the texture of the wig was nothing like my own. I already looked like someone else after I’d managed to hide my hair beneath it. “Cool,” I said. “People will have to look twice before they realize it’s me.”

  “Play with your makeup some too,” Betra said. “You’ll be wearing a mask, but let’s get you as incognito as we can.”

  “A mask?” Boy, this was getting better by the second. “Are we going to a costume ball?”

  Oses snickered. “You could say balls are involved.”

  “Oh, we’re having a sex escapade then. A sex-capade.” I snickered and got my cosmetics out.

  I’ve worn heavy makeup for sex play since Betra and Oses both love it when everything gets smeared. They say it shows I’ve been well used. Otherwise, I tend to wear very little. I went all out this time, giving my eyes a Cleopatra/ancient Egyptian look with my eyes outlined in thick black and mascara clotting my lashes. I played with foundation and other stuff I had to create shadows and hollows and highlights, transforming the contours of my face. A liberal use of ruby red lipstick made my lips look twice as large as they actually are.

  “I can’t wait to get some of that red on my cocks,” Oses growled.

  I blinked at my reflection in the mirror. I did not look like Shalia Monroe. Even without a mask, I doubted anyone would recognize me. The transformation was startling.

  Betra’s eyes went wide with appreciation. “It’s like you’re another woman,” he said.

  “Are you getting bored with the same old Shalia?” I teased.

  “Never.”

  More boxes were opened. I was startled to find some underthings that looked damned close to torture devices. We’re talking a corset and girdle and padded bra.

  “This will disguise your real figure until we get you where you’re going,” Oses said. “Don’t worry, you won’t have to wear it very long.”

  “Good,” I huffed as I squeezed my post-pregnancy body into the girdle. My skinny legs weren’t a problem, but that belly ... sigh. I’d been so proud of how much it had shrunk, too. “And here I thought I was getting back into shape. Goodbye, self-esteem.”

  “Stop it,” Betra admonished. “You’re beautiful and getting better every day. I like your body just fine. This is only for concealment.”

  “Where are we going that I need to be someone else?” I wheezed as he laced up the corset, squishing stuff and forcing it to go other places where it didn’t belong.

  “You’ll see.”

  A dress that I rarely wore ... hardly even liked, to be honest ... went on over my excruciating underthings. Another look in the mirror confirmed I would never know myself. My fake bosom swelled. My waist pinched.

  “Last thing except for the mask,” Betra said, opening one of two boxes left. “The mask goes on when we get where we’re going.”

  He took out the tallest heels I’d ever seen. I shook my head. “Why didn’t you just find some stilts? Am I supposed to walk in those?”

  “Just a little while. And we’ll help you stay on your feet.”

  “Look at me. I can almost look you in the eye, Betra. Let me check Oses’ dental work while I’m up here. Open wide.” I swayed unsteadily in the pink stilettos. I felt like a giraffe. “If anyone is on the lookout for me based on my height, I will stumble past undetected.”

  They chuckled at my silliness. “Ready for adventure?” Betra asked, tucking the last, smallest box under his arm.

  “No, I did all this to go to bed,” I retorted. “Of course I’m ready.”

  “Are you sure?” Oses pressed. “It may be more adventure than you’re comfortable with.”

  They both looked at me, warning in their eyes. I could tell my ‘reward’ was going to be intense. If they were taking me out of my comfort zone, things were about to get interesting.

  In the end, I trust those two men with everything. How could I not after all they’d done for me? I was high on my accomplishments in training. I may not be the warrior badass I want to be, not even close, but I am on my way. My fears for myself and Anrel won’t disappear any time soon, but my confidence is gaining. Maybe someday fear will reduce to a sense of responsible caution.

  I am getting stronger. I am meeting things head on. Whatever my sweeties were up to, I could handle it.

  “The night is wasting. Let’s go,” I told Oses and Betra.

  You could have lit a stadium from the brightness of their smiles. They were looking forward to whatever we were about to do.

  I walked with the men to the lift. Along the way, I saw a couple of women and Kalquorians who knew me and how intimate I am with Betra and Oses. There were no looks of recognition but I saw plenty of confused stares. I could almost hear their thoughts: Who was this woman and why was she in the company of those two particular men? I wondered how thick the rumors would fly.

  “Main promenade,” Oses told the transport once we were all inside.

  Familiar surroundings then. It was where the Earther dance club was (two days until opening!), along with various shops boasting custom-made weapons, clothing, and other things Kalquorian men liked. The shops had also started stocking things for us ladies when they found items to our tastes.

  I had a sudden suspicion where we were heading, and it wasn’t on a shopping trip. My heart sped up and my mouth went dry. Terror knifed through my gut ... but the visions my imagination supplied me with had the crotch of my gut-inhibiting underwear soaked.

  Oses’ nostrils flared and he looked down at me with a grin tugging one side of his mouth. “I think she’s figured it out, Imdiko.”

  I couldn’t pretend the idea didn’t arouse me, not with the Nobek’s damned sense of smell catching me out. Betra inhaled and chuckled low in his throat.

  “We’ve got an exhibitionist in the making, Oses. I figured as much when she enjoyed performing for the camera.”

  “I swear, if anyone in there recognizes me—” I started.

  “They won’t. Not with that makeup and wig and not when we put the mask on you.”

  My heart was in my throat when the transport delivered us to the ship’s circular main concourse. I wobbled drunkenly on my high heels. It took both Oses and Betra’s support to keep me on my feet as we headed for the door that led to the pleasure club.

  It was right next to the dance club with its big ‘Opening Soon!’ sign. The door to the pleasure club ... from which howls of as much pain as delight issued every time it opened ... was easily missed. It was flat black, easy to pass the eyes over as one roamed the stores that lined the curved walls. If not for the intermittent flow of Kalquorian men walking in and out and the noises that came from it, it wouldn’t be noticeable at all.

  I noticed it a lot as we moved towards it. From what I’d heard about the extreme play that went on inside one of these places, I thought it must resemble a torture chamber. That dark door looked like the ravenous mouth of a subterranean cave, ready to swallow me into the very pit of Hell.

  It was only my trust in Oses and Betra and the anticipatory smiles they wore that didn’t send me scrambling when the door opened for us. Blacker than the door was the interior into which I was ushered. The door closed behind us and I went blind.

  The scent was pure sex: sweat, heavy animal musk, and the spicy tang that I’d grown accustomed to with my Kalquorian lovers. And another smell, something almost metallic, lay beneath the aromas of passion. I imagined it might be blood.

  Was it any wonder I thought of blood in a p
lace that boasted sensual pleasure? The sounds that filled my ears were equal parts agony and ecstasy. Howls rose in the darkness, screams, moans, wild cries. The din filled my ears. It also filled my mind with imaginings of men tied to torture devices that tore their flesh even as their cocks were pleasured to jetting culmination. Applause and animal cries of approval sounded as I stood and wondered what lay in the darkness.

  Something pressed against my face, settling against my forehead, around my eyes, over the bridge of my nose, down my cheeks and around my jaw. I shrieked in startled terror. My voice was lost in the clamor.

  “Easy,” Betra laughed in my ear. “It’s just the mask.”

  “Damn it,” I gasped. “I can’t see anything. I thought people liked to watch? How can anyone see anything in this?”

  “We’re only in the entryway,” Oses rumbled in the ear opposite the one Betra had spoken into. “It’s curtained off from the main floor. It’s dim, but not completely black.”

  “Not to the superior Kalquorian eyesight,” I grumbled. “Will I be able to see in the main room?”

  “Most definitely.” Betra finished adjusting the mask on my face. “You look good, like some exotic bird. It sparkles. All that black liner makes your eyes stand out too.”

  I touched the mask. There were feathers on it, and I was pretty sure I felt sequins. I thought I must be wearing a peacock mask. The part over my nose hooked out in a beak. “As long as no one knows it’s me, especially if I end up naked.”

  “You certainly will,” Oses said, the threat evident in his voice.

  I heard all those voices on the other side of the curtain, belonging to who knew how many men. They would be looking at me. My palms began to sweat.

  “In we go,” said Betra.

  There was a rustling sound. The darkness before me pulled back. I registered Betra standing there, holding drapery open for us to walk through. Oses stood at my side, watching my reaction.

  Before me teemed many, many tall and masculine bodies. They were lit by huge windows set high in the curved wall. The men in the room faced those windows, watching with eager eyes and gaping mouths. Every gaze in that room filled with lust.

  Like the promenade, the club’s main area was circular. Each window, more like glass walls, showed a separate room within which two to five men moved about. I gaped at the various tableaus, scenes that looked like visions of Heaven and Hell mixed. There were no women in any of them, just naked men enjoying – more or less – each other.

  In one, a young handsome Kalquorian lay tied helpless on a padded raised surface. Two big, brutish-looking Nobeks were having their way with him, one fucking his mouth and the other his ass, claiming him hard and deep. In another, four men flogged a fifth, painting his trembling, sweating body with red stripes. He was not bound in any way. He stood there, taking the beating with an expression of religious ecstasy. His cocks were hard, the primary one dripping.

  Yet another man was stretched over a wooden table, shackled into place. His companion fixed tiny but cruel looking clamps all over his belly and chest, creating a shining pattern that was at once beautiful and brutal.

  There were a dozen scenes taking place, some that made me gasp with want, others that made me cringe in sympathetic agony. I’d never seen such a display of lust in its varied forms. Men having their way with other men, in every configuration imaginable. Cocks shoved into mouths and asses, cum spewing in faces, man after man after man being ravished and tormented by others. In just two minutes, I got several lifetimes’ worth of an education. I’d thought I was sexually bold, that I’d taken daring risks. Ha! I was still a virgin in so many ways.

  “Our room is reserved and waiting,” Betra said, his lips moving against my ear. Even so, I could barely hear him over the cries and shouts. He nodded to one of the window walls, a room that held a padded mat with tethers. There were so many tools hanging on the other walls of that room that I couldn’t focus on any one of them.

  I swallowed hard. My body shook with equal parts fear and desire. Part of me wanted to run away, to lock myself in my quarters and take Betra and Oses’ clearances out of the system.

  But another perverse part wanted to be displayed before all the men in the club. That part of me which I’d never known existed wanted them to see Oses and Betra command my submission. It wanted them to bear witness to me at my most vulnerable. I wanted to be as the others acting out lewd scenarios for others’ excitement. That part spoke louder than my fears.

  I did not resist when the men steered me towards a discreet door. I barely felt my legs as I was propelled forward, past startled men who gaped to see an actual woman in the club. The door opened, spilling bright light over me as I entered a long corridor. Then it shut behind us.

  It may sound strange, but after all the noise of the main floor the quiet of the corridor was deafening. A smiling Imdiko greeted us. “Weapons Commander Oses, Liaison Betra, your preparation and play rooms are ready for you.”

  “Thank you, Imdiko,” Betra said, giving the other man a slight bow. He tugged on my hand and led me to yet another door.

  On the other side of that door was a small room with benches, a cooling unit, a shower, and towels. “Time to get you undressed,” Betra said with a bright smile. “But first, are you all right?”

  I blinked at him and Oses. Both watched me carefully. I worked to order my thoughts. “It’s a little overwhelming,” I managed. “But I think I’m okay. Scared, but excited.”

  “Good,” Oses said with a pleased look. “You have nothing to worry about, pet. You only have to do as you’re told. We’ll do the rest.”

  Betra had me sit on a bench. The first thing he took off me were those insanely tall shoes. Oses pulled the dress off over my head. Getting the constricting underthings off took a bit more effort. It was nice to breathe normally again, especially since my respiration was going so fast.

  As soon as I was naked, the men took their clothes off too. A thought occurred to me. “Betra, it doesn’t bother you that other men will see you naked? That they’ll be looking at you, maybe thinking naughty things about you?”

  He made a face but said, “It’s not the looking so much. As long as I don’t have to worry about them touching me, I’m fine. Besides, why would they bother with me when there’s a woman to stare at?” His grin was evil.

  Again I thought of all those people seeing me naked. I touched the mask, making sure it was firmly in place. Of all the things to have covered, it would just be my face. Oh boy.

  Yet I remained excited by the prospect. My stomach fluttered. My nipples were hard and pointed. The insides of my thighs were coated with the slick juices that seeped unabated from my sex. I was hot and goose-pimply all at once. I did have a thing for exhibition. Sheesh, the things you find out about yourself.

  “On your feet, pet,” Oses ordered. “It’s time for you to have your reward.”

  I followed him to the door opposite the one we’d come in through. I trembled all over, thinking about what might happen, what would happen to me in front of so many witnesses. Was I really going to do this?

  The door opened before me. Oses looked me over and nodded. “Go in and step up to the window so everyone can see you. Present yourself for their pleasure.”

  There has never been a longer walk yet one that flew by so fast as the one I took from that doorway, past the padded mat, all the way up to the clear glass where a seething mass of Kalquorians waited. I was aware of the cold, carpeted floor my feet sank into. The lighting inside the playroom was almost blinding compared to the darkness beyond the window. I was incredibly cognizant of being nude. Never had I felt barer than during that endless journey that managed to pass within the blink of an eye.

  Yet the mask on my face and the wig on my head made me feel invisible somehow. I was seen and yet unseen. Naked and yet covered. Known and yet unrecognized. The disguise liberated me in a way I’d never known was possible.

  Maybe that’s why I never hesitated to obey Os
es’ order despite the anxiety coursing through me. It was me but not Shalia Monroe on display. I was more excited than ever to perform before all those men. When it was over, the woman they had watched would cease to exist.

  The sound of approval filled my ears. The window blocked much of the sound, but I heard enough to know the Kalquorians were shouting admiration. My limited Kalquorian allowed me to understand they called me ‘beautiful’, ‘magnificent’, and other praises. Despite my still too-thin arms and legs and not trim tummy, I was acclaimed as a goddess.

  Talk about making a girl feel good. Sure, they would have cheered anything remotely female since they had so few of their own to compare to. It still made me smile.

  Oses’ calloused hand moved beneath the wig to grasp the back of my neck. At the firm hold, my pussy gushed wetness. I was his and Betra’s to command for the entertainment of the crowd. If I’d ever been more aroused, I couldn’t remember it. I waited to discover what would be required of me.