Shalia's Diary #7

by Tracy St. John

  I was held there for long seconds, giving the onlookers plenty of time to examine me. The slope of my breasts, rising and falling quickly with my excited breath, the tips straining as if to offer themselves to the mouths of all those strangers. My trembling stomach, filled with butterflies on the wing. My pussy, wet with need.

  Most of the men beyond were in darkness. A few in front were visible to me. Their avid purple eyes ravished me with want I thought I could feel, stroking me with demanding touches. Tongues peeked out to lick parted lips. I fancied I could feel the warmth of their breath before the rough glide of their hungry licks.

  They were focused on me. Nothing else existed for any of them. Only my body. Only my flesh. I was everything to those men at that moment. It made me feel dizzy. Exhilarated.

  “Turn around, pet,” Oses said. “Go to the platform and bend over it.”

  He kept his hand on my neck as I obeyed, turning me so that the crowd could see my ass. I heard sighs and groans of pleasure. All the yelling and punishment sounds had ceased. I wondered if those participating in other playrooms had stopped their activities to watch me too.

  Oses ushered me to the platform. With my senses whirling, I was grateful for the support. I didn’t trust my legs to carry me straight.

  The edge of the padded platform was only a couple steps away. I discovered the top was level with my waist. It was simple enough to bend over. Now my ass was really out there for everyone to look at.

  “Spread your legs,” Betra ordered. “Let everyone see that sweet pussy.”

  Facing away from the window, I felt more secure in my anonymity than ever. I found it quite easy to open my legs wide. My hips lifted, attempting to give them the best view possible.

  More cries about my attractiveness rang out. My cunt garnered a great deal of praise. Voices begged me to let them fill my ‘beautiful moist flower’. Who knew Kalquorians could do poetry? It would have been funny if I hadn’t been so turned on.

  At the moment all I could think about was displaying myself to all those men. That Oses’ hand pinned me to the platform. That he and Betra were there, protecting me. That I was getting strong enough to protect myself.

  That this was the most alive I could ever remember feeling.

  I lay there for several seconds. None of us moved, letting the crowd look all they wanted. I’d felt their eyes caressing me before like a physical force. That sensation was back. I felt stroked all over under those gazes, petted, wanted, idolized, loved. I couldn’t see them, but I could feel them and all the adoration they wished to bestow on me.

  Warm hands slid over my buttocks, rubbing my cheeks. A collective sigh came from the other side of the glass, as if they could feel me through Betra and Oses’ hands. My companions rubbed my ass in circles, heating my flesh. I sighed as well and relaxed in their care.

  As Betra continued to rub one cheek, Oses’ fingers rubbed up and down my slit, sliding easily through the copious honey. He captured my clit, massaging it to make me come up on my toes with a strangled cry. The jolt would have made me bolt upright had he not kept me pinned to the platform. The sound of my pleasure was echoed from many deep voices. Oses chuckled and traced his fingers through my folds again, spreading moisture all over the crevice.

  Betra’s hand left my butt. It returned with a sharp crack on the cheek, sending it to blazing life. Again I cried out, finding pleasure in the pain. I lifted up again, entreating him for more. He obliged, and tendrils of exciting heat sank deep into me. Our audience groaned in shared pleasure.

  Then the two men switched: Betra’s fingers played along the petals of my trembling sex, and Oses gave the ass cheek on his side painful, demanding attention. The reports of his palm striking my flesh rang out, sending swirls of fire through me. I was so wet that I thought I must be dripping.

  Betra pinched my clit to make me kick in excitement. Pleasure rolled through my gut, making me dance, my ass jiggling as I reacted. I heard less and less of the world beyond our enclosure, the ache of need growing. My attention riveted on what my lovers did to me and the fact that so many watched.

  The Imdiko’s fingers traced a path from my swelling bud up to my pussy’s entrance. I shuddered to feel two fingertips settle there. I widened my legs, silently begging him to take me.

  He did. His fingers slid inside, filling the aching emptiness with seeking flesh. I yelled joyous welcome as he pumped in and out, hard and fast. His fingers crooked within to rub the most sensitive place within me. A thunderclap of pleasure echoed through me. I fought Oses’ hold, trying to move back and forth, wanting to make Betra ram in and out of me even faster.

  From far away, I thought I heard roars of approval from the onlookers. Our maybe it was just the roaring in my ears. All I knew for sure was I was held helpless, finger-fucked hard, and I had an audience. I felt mastered not just by Oses and Betra, but by all of them. My body belonged to everyone but me. The exhilaration I felt at the notion was exquisite.

  Oses peppered my ass cheeks with quick, stinging slaps as Betra’s fingers plunged. The slivers of pain added to the rapture of the taking. Cries of delight poured from my throat as they sent me higher and higher into arousal. I drummed my hands against the padded surface of the platform, overcome. Desire built steadily, making my belly feel heavy and pregnant again, but this time with need.

  Betra’s fingers left me. I squalled at the denial. My hips jerked up, demanding his return.

  I got his slick fingers back, all right. But not in my pussy. Instead, they shoved at my ass, insisting on entrance there. I writhed helpless in Oses’ grip as Betra invaded that tight ring. The audience howled approval.

  They weren’t the only ones who agreed with Betra. I relaxed into the taking, welcomed it. I opened to it as much as possible, giving my absolute surrender. Those thick fingers dove deep, fucking my ass as enthusiastically as they had my pussy.

  Oses left off the delicious spanking. As my ass pulsed from stinging heat, he drove his fingers into my abandoned sex. As Betra had, he found my hot spot, applying friction where it made my insides melt like lava. Adding to the maelstrom of growing demand, his thumb brushed over my clit, electrifying me.

  My hands curled into fists, and I slammed them against the surface that held me. My feet kicked wildly, my hips jerking up and down. It was too much. I thought I might go mad from the excess of sensation rampaging through me. Oses’ implacable grip on my neck could not be budged, and my lovers continued to use their hands to fuck me senseless. Oses’ light brushes with my clit kept me at the threshold of climax, but I could not come. Damn the man; he knew my body too well and how to hold resolution at bay. I had no escape. I had no choice but to take the exquisite torment that delighted our audience.

  Only when my pleas were lost in sobs did the two men relent. Instead of offering release, however, they stopped entirely. My ass and pussy clutched as their fingers retreated, drawing free of me. I felt bereft at the loss.

  “Please,” I moaned, begging without a shred of pride left to me. “Please, Masters, please.”

  A heavy hand clapped against my pussy, sending mingled pain and excitement shooting through me. I yelled, but my legs widened. I would take any touch at that point.

  “Who does this body belong to?” Betra demanded. “Whose is it to pleasure or punish?”

  “My masters. All of you,” I said, including our audience. It felt right to do so.

  “That’s right. You take only what you are given, and you are grateful for it.”

  “Yes. Yes,” I gasped. “Anything.”

  “You obey. You do not ask, and you certainly don’t demand.”

  I wept, afraid I had displeased them. “No, Masters. Whatever you want is what I wish too. I’m sorry.”

  Oses’ tone was pure steel as he released me. “Get up on the platform. Turn over and lie on your back.”

  I did so, my limbs shaking so hard I could barely manage it. I was weak from the need to climax. My entire body begged for it. I did not d
are to speak of it for fear they would see fit to deny me.

  The padded platform was surprisingly comfortable, cushioned just right for me as I turned to lie as commanded on its surface. It was then that I saw the mirror on the ceiling. It was angled in such a way that the audience had an unfettered view of my shuddering body.

  Lying on my back flattened my stomach and made my breasts point straight up. I could tell how soaked my pussy was from the reflection too. I looked wanton and wonderful, I thought.

  I thought to check my mask and wig, to make sure I still wasn’t recognizable. It turned out my bird face was that of an owl, not the peacock I’d imagined. The sequins were gold and silver, the feathers pure white. My lips, still appearing plump with the ruby red lipstick, were a brilliant counterpoint to the neutral metallics. The lush curls of my wig framed the fantastical mask. I looked like some amazing amalgamation of bird and woman. No, no one would know me. I didn’t know myself.

  As I stared in wonder at my reflection, Oses and Betra moved about the table. They used the tethers to fix my ankles and wrists to the corners of the platform, spreading me out and open. The binds were snug enough that I couldn’t move. Me being me, I had to tug on them to discover that. The men made sure my circulation wasn’t impeded however.

  The platform tilted, bringing my head up and my feet down. It gave the audience a better view of me. I lay there, spread and vulnerable to their scorching gazes. I felt like a sacrifice to lust. I was a willing offering.

  Betra and Oses went to the walls. I looked at what must have been hundreds of implements of pleasure and torture, depending on how they were used. Floggers, straps, paddles, whips, switches. Dildos of every conceivable size. Bindings. My vision swam at the myriad tools the men had at their disposal, all the things they could delight or torment my flesh with.

  Oses returned first. He didn’t let me see what was in his hand. Instead, he bent his head to my breast. His tongue slid over it, sending sweet warmth through the mound, seeping down to my pussy. I moaned a happy cry at the gentle attention.

  He sucked my breast in deep, intensifying the sensation. He drew so hard on me that it ached. Then I felt the hardness of his teeth close around my areola. I hissed at the dagger of hurt he produced.

  Betra had rejoined us. He spoke in a low, insistent voice. “The pain he gives is a pleasure for you to accept. You require nothing but to serve our desires.”

  He was right. I belonged to them, needing nothing but to please them.

  Oses bit again. The shard of pain resolved into exquisite pleasure. My mouth opened wide as I voiced bliss. My pussy gushed with renewed excitement. Dark knowing chuckles came from the room beyond the glass.

  Oses withdrew and smiled at how my swollen nipple jutted, full and rigid from his attentions. “Lovely,” he grunted.

  His hand moved to the peaked flesh. A flash of silver shone between his finger and thumb. I saw the clamp and whimpered. Yet I thrust my chest forward, surrendering to his wants.

  The padded clamp pinched the tip of my nipple between its jaws. Oses tightened the tension, watching my face as he did so. A hot sliver of pain shot through my breast. I moaned and writhed. The Nobek tightened the clamp even more, bringing a tide of agony. My head shook from side to side, denying the pain. I would not give in to it. I would accept anything for the men who needed me to surrender to their hungers.

  Oses stopped tightening. He smiled at my trapped nipple before looking at Betra and nodding.

  The Imdiko cupped my other breast in one hand. His face bent to the flesh, mouth gaping open as if to swallow it whole. He sucked hard on the mound, drawing his mouth off slowly, scraping his teeth against soft skin in hurting trails ... hurt that insisted on transforming into thrilling heat. On up to the peak, where nips were like stabbing daggers. Then back to taking as much of me into his mouth as he could suction in and dragging furrows once more.

  He kept at it until he was satisfied with how engorged and distended the nipple of that breast grew. Oses clamped it off as well, making it hurt as deliciously as the first.

  Pain and pleasure had gotten confused. I squirmed in my bonds, trying in turns to escape and to offer more of me to torment. I got the torment.

  The two men bent over me, the tips of their rough tongues teasing my trapped nipples. Fresh agony and arousal stampeded through me, making me shriek. My insides were a seething stew of want, churning like the inside of a volcano ready to erupt. I jerked at the tethers, seeking freedom to claim the orgasm that cavorted just out of my reach. I was held still, unable to work my will in any way.

  Oses and Betra kissed and bit paths in opposite directions. Oses moved up my chest, mouthing his way up my throat. Meanwhile, Betra went south, leaving a wet trail down my stomach.

  Oses got to his destination first. He took my mouth in a demanding kiss, sucking the breath right from my lungs. His tongue plundered between my painted lips, claiming the moans that spilled from me. Meanwhile, Betra detoured around the vee of my sex, mouthing my leg to reach my inner thigh. There he lapped up the juices that had spilled from me, coming achingly close to my throbbing pussy but avoiding tasting it.

  I could feel his hot breath there. I cried out in Oses’ mouth, begging for just a little contact. Instead, Betra concentrated on licking me clean. When more honey flowed from me, he claimed that too.

  “Such an eager pussy,” he gloated. “This pussy wants a cock inside it, fucking it.”

  Hell yes, it did. It begged for it with eager convulsions.

  Oses broke away, leaving my lips swollen from his insistent attentions. “I think this mouth deserves a cock as well,” he said. His words were greeted with cheers from beyond the glass wall. He grinned at his audience. “In due time.”

  “First, a little more excitement,” Betra announced. “This delicious clit needs to be given extra attention.”

  I could have wept from joy. I was more than ready to come. My whole body rioted for it.

  My happiness was all too brief. Oses gripped my chin and brought his face close so my vision was filled with his commanding gaze. “You do not climax until I tell you to. You will maintain control over yourself. Do you understand?”

  I moaned in agony. The only thing I wanted in all of the universe right now was relief from the vicious bite of arousal. It was as if I was full of gasoline, only needing the slightest spark to achieve explosion. How could they expect me to hold off?

  Oses’ eyes darkened. His look grew cold as I struggled. The need to please him overrode my eagerness for immediate orgasm ... barely.

  “Yes, Master,” I whimpered. “I will not come without your permission.”

  He nodded and looked to the Imdiko hovering over my pussy.

  Betra held something in his hand, a device I hadn’t seen before. It looked similar to a bobby pin, though the biggest bobby pin I’d ever seen. It was silver metal, like the nipple clamps. I couldn’t begin to guess its function.

  He regarded my pussy, his stare homing in on my swollen clit. It stood out from my sex, unabashed in its entreaty for attention. Betra grasped it between finger and thumb.

  A shock of sheer nirvana bloomed at his touch. I damned near ignited despite my promise to Oses. I bit my lip in agonized denial, shaking my head frantically as my cunt spasmed in warning.

  “Don’t you dare.” Oses’ voice was a rumble of thunder.

  I somehow got control over myself. I lay there panting as demand reluctantly receded. Fearing what might happen next, I looked to see what Betra was up to.

  His smile was evil. He pried the end of the bobby pin-looking thing apart, opening it. Then he slid it over the shaft of my clitoris.

  It glided over the wet flesh, constricting and pinning the lips of my pussy closed just shy of the entrance. Blood suffused the flesh, making me more sensitive than ever there. The pinching was a little intense, but not painful as the nipple clamps had been when they were first placed on me. It made me incredibly aware of my clit and labia. I writhed when
Betra’s breath caressed me.

  “Sweet captive pussy,” Betra said. His lips closed over my distended clit yet again, the gentlest of kisses.

  As tender as he was, the clip had rendered me susceptible to the slightest contact. A firebolt went off at his touch. How I kept from climaxing at that moment, I’ll never know. My entire body went rigid as I fought to keep from disobeying Oses. I strained, fighting against what I wanted so desperately.

  The moment passed, leaving me sweating and shaking in its wake. I screamed at my lovers. “I can’t! Please, I can’t!”

  “Do not defy me,” Oses said. “Do not come.”

  Betra’s devious glance warned me a bare second before he gave my straining clit a slow lick. Oh sweet prophets, I was right there, teetering on the brink. My pussy convulsed, a pre-orgasm spasm. My teeth ground together as I went taut, begging myself not to give in.