I didn’t scream ... at least not right away. In no time though, climax crashed through me, making me quake beneath my lover. It didn’t stop.
I have no idea if it was one really, really long orgasm or a whole bunch of them piled on top of each other. I came and I came and I came. The intense spasms wouldn’t quit. It felt like my pussy was simultaneously on fire, trying to turn itself inside out, and wringing itself out like a soaked towel. I was helpless to stop it with Oses fucking me harder and faster as whatever he had imprisoned my clit with continued to thrum without stopping.
If Oses wanted screams, he got them. I shrieked my head off with my face buried in the bed. I thought I might go insane.
At last Oses groaned loudly enough for me to hear over my own cries. I felt his cocks jerk inside me, emptying his pleasure in my body. I didn’t care. I was too busy being the Cum Queen. I couldn’t figure out if I was enjoying myself or being tortured.
Oses finished, something I was apparently incapable of doing. He reached beneath me again and tapped my clit. The device on it went still at last. I sobbed, my body wilting. I was sure I’d never stand again.
“Lovely,” he groaned. “That was just what I needed.” He removed whatever it was he’d put on me. I still don’t know what it was. I didn’t see it. I was too far gone in the aftermath of shattering orgasm.
At some point not too long after, Oses held me in his arms, tipping a bottle of protein drink in my mouth, and crooning like a mother feeding her baby. He kept me warm and watched over me as I slowly gathered my senses.
“Better?” he asked me as I finished my protein drink.
I sighed. I was still worn out and ready to sleep for a few dozen years. I felt gutted too. But I could think straight once more.
“I might be ready to get up by the time we reach Kalquor,” I told him.
Oses laughed. “What about the Xniktix Space Station?”
I blinked, completely confused by the garbled, buzzing word he’d spoken. “Where?”
“Xniktix. It’s in Adraf space, which we’ll be entering tomorrow. We’ll be at the station in three days, and we’re taking shore leave for a few more. Everyone is due a break, especially after that run-in we had with the Tragooms.”
I knew a little about the planet Adraf. It remained neutral during the war, selling goods to both Earth and Kalquor as we pounded the hell out of each other. Its people look really funny, at least by Earth standards. They have big, googly eyes that are placed on the sides of their tiny heads, slitted snouts through which they speak, and long necks. Their arms are tapered and they have more these pincers than actual hands. Their bodies are really small, especially given the lengths of their necks ... like half the size. They have three short, stubby legs, on which they spin instead of run when they’re in a hurry. Their fur is really pretty though. It’s thick, soft, and mostly golden brown, with darker bits that can be spotted, striped, or swirled. Adrafs shave their necks and sell their fur for designer wear. I always wanted Adraf fur gloves, but they were way out of my price range.
Adrafs are a little like the inhabitants of Dantovon, in that the almighty dollar rules. They never met a customer they didn’t like. There’s a story that an Adraf supplier was asked to get Earth a shipment of metal ore to make weapons. The supplier contacted his acquisitions team, who went and stole a barge full of metal ore already bought and paid for by Earth, which the supplier turned around and sold to Earth again. Hilarious.
“We’re welcome to stop off and spend money then,” I surmised.
Oses grinned. “Absolutely, if they don’t swipe it from you first. If I can get time off, I’d be glad to escort you around for shopping and entertainment, if you like. I can help you keep from getting cheated or swindled.”
“What about hostile aliens on the station?” I asked.
“I’m glad you’re thinking ahead. Captain Wotref already checked, and there are no Tragooms visiting Xniktix at this time. It’s one less worry for us to deal with.”
“Sounds like fun,” I said, and I wasn’t being sarcastic. I was ready for a change of scenery. So what if I’d have to watch myself on this space station? With Oses along, I felt I’d be pretty safe. Only an idiot would screw with a man like this Nobek.
February 5
We’re all getting pretty excited about the upcoming shore leave. Betra called a meeting with our group after breakfast to give us the lowdown.
“For those of you who don’t know, we’ll be visiting the Xniktix Space Station in a couple of days. It’s usually a fun diversion for those who are stuck in space for extended periods of time,” he said.
“No Tragooms, I hope?” someone nervously called.
Betra smiled and shook his head. I tried not to melt too much when he smiled with that gentle patience. Darn cute Imdiko.
He reassured us, “We’ve got a couple other ships in the area, mostly ore transports, that we’ve been in communication with. All our security sweeps have detected no sign of Tragooms in the area, even though Adraf does allow them to visit their space.”
Katrina snorted. “Adrafs aren’t that intelligent, are they?”
Betra’s purple eyes sparkled with amusement. “If Tragooms make a nuisance of themselves, Adrafs sell them into slavery to the Bi’is and confiscate their possessions. The fact that few live long as a Bi’is slaves is a pretty good deterrent for misbehavior, even among the Tragooms.”
We nodded our understanding. Even with our liaison’s comforting words, there was a sense among us that if we saw any sign of Tragooms, we would be hiding on the transport until they or we were out of the area.
Betra continued. “Tragooms aside, I would like to share a few words of caution with you all about this space station. This is a major trading post. That means people of most of the known worlds come here. You will see Dantovonians, who will no doubt try to lure you into staffing their brothels. Dantovonians are not above lying about what they will give you in exchange for you signing a contract. I highly discourage you from talking to them for any reason.”
Next to me, Candy shuddered. “Eek. My lips are sealed.”
Katrina and I exchanged a glance and giggled. We got elbowed rather harshly for it. For such a perky, cheerlead-y looking gal, Candy has some brutal elbow moves.
Betra repressed a smile at our antics and continued on. “I also caution you to stay away from the Bi’isils. Avoid them if at all possible.”
I pointed out, “I thought the Galactic Council prohibited them from taking Earther slaves following Armageddon.”
Betra nodded. “No Earther can be taken to Bi’is against their will. However, that may not stop one of them from attempting to coerce you into coming with them. There is also the matter of Bi’isil codes of conduct. They are a highly ritualistic society, with specific ways of interaction. To them, not keeping to the correct steps of approaching, speaking, even acknowledging them, is cause for insult. Kalquor has ended up in wars with Bi’is over what anyone else would deem insignificant slights.”
“Touchy, touchy,” Katrina joked. She smoothed back a silver lock of her growing-out hair.
“Indeed. If you take anything at all away from this meeting, make it my advice to head in the opposite direction of any Bi’isil you see.”
We nodded. Betra was his usual warm self, but the warning in his expression and the tension in his voice told us this was serious stuff.
“We got it, boss,” Candy said, offering a snappy salute. “What other dangers can you warn us about?”
“If you buy from anyone, particularly the Adrafs, bargain hard. They expect it. If you don’t, they will take every credit in your possession. The traders will be looking to separate as much of your money from you as possible.”
“Sounds like every business and bank I knew on Earth,” Katrina sighed.
Betra chuckled. “If you feel like you were cheated on any transaction, let me know. We’ll do what we can in your defense, but it might not be much. Once an Adraf has your funds
, he or she will not give them up easily.”
“And this shore leave is supposed to be fun?” I asked.
“You’ll find plenty of entertainment, dining options, and shopping. You just have to be smart,” Betra said. “There will be plenty of Kalquorians around from this transport and our destroyer escorts, so if you run into trouble of any sort, yell. You know we’ll come running to take care of our Mataras.”
We all smiled at Betra on that one. It’s true that these Kalquorian men are protective of us to a fault. Maybe it gets to be a bit much sometimes, but when the chips are down, we all love it.
The meeting broke up. Candy, Katrina, and I retired to my quarters to do some research on the computer about Xniktix Space Station. We wanted to figure out in advance what we would do during our visit.
First we had a look at the station itself. It looks like a big, metal bicycle wheel. There’s a large circular center bit that is the hub of the trading and entertainment. Then there are what look like the wheel spokes: long slender tubes that make up the corridors that lead from the trading center to the outer rim of spaceship docks and cargo load/offload. It’s a pretty straightforward design.
“Whatever,” Katrina said, waving her hand at the floating vid explaining all this. “Get to the good stuff. Who trades there? What kind of fun can we have?”
“You mean from a vertical position?” Candy teased.
“I can do with a change every once in awhile,” Katrina grinned, as unrepentant about her activities as ever.
We were thrilled to see all the goodies available on Xniktix. It looked like every world and kingdom were represented in its marketplace. Plasian, Joshadan, Adraf, Kalquorian ... even an Earther shop showed up.
“Fire sale,” I quipped with black humor. “Discounted slightly charred and smoke-damaged items.”
“Isn’t that how you left Earth?” Candy snickered.
“I’m also a two-for-one deal. Think I’ll get any takers?”
That got me some laughs. “I wonder how religious the vendor is,” Candy said. “If it’s a man, won’t he be irritated to see us women bound for Kalquor!”
We agreed we probably wanted to avoid the Earther shop as much as the Bi’isils. Tempting fate feels wrong.
“What about the entertainment options?” Katrina persisted. Our party gal was determined to have a good time.
We checked and found choices galore. Theater. Concerts with every kind of music imaginable. Writers of all worlds reading from their works. Comic clubs. Shuttle races. Sports venues including exhibition games from various worlds. Pleasure clubs, supposedly similar to the Kalquorian ones but open to all. I’m still not ready to check that out, and even Candy remains leery. Katrina blew a raspberry at us and kept looking.
“Who wants to dance?” she asked.
Candy frowned. “I took ballet when I was really little, but I’m hardly good enough to do something like that in public,” she said.
“This isn’t ballet,” Katrina said. “It’s apparently a club where you can go and just have fun dancing with your friends. Let’s look at the vid.”
She brought up the live feed that was transmitting from the club in question. Suddenly, my quarters appeared to be filled with aliens of every ilk, most of whom were gyrating wildly ... sometimes even in a sexual-looking manner. Our mouths dropped open at the display. It was like no dancing I’d ever seen.
“Sound up,” I said, wanting to know what kind of music encouraged such exuberance.
I half-expected something like lemanthev music with its thundering tribal sound. What came out of the transmission was kind of tribal, I suppose ... but not really.
A pulsing rhythm filled the room, with a steady beat that the dancers in the vid responded to. There was seemingly no rules to the kind of dancing they were doing, save to move their bodies to that constant thud-thud-thud that lay under all the other instruments. It sounded hectic and electric and crazy ... and fun. My foot tapped along without my realizing it at first.
“Wow,” Candy breathed, her eyes wide, her head nodding to the beat. “Wow, that’s really, really ... wow.”
“Good heavens,” Katrina said, a grin slowly spreading across her face. “It’s neat but kind of nasty too.”
Candy moved closer to the vid, watching the aliens grind and gyrate. She started copying the moves of a Plasian woman, who managed to be both seductive and energetic at the same time. Candy didn’t do half bad, I thought. She would have been slammed in an Earther prison in an instant for some of those moves though. Talk about suggestive.
“It’s a hoot!” she declared, pealing delighted laughter. “Come try it!”
So we did. I felt pretty self-conscious at first and I was awkward with hesitation ... I mean, imagine moving like that in front of all those people! Yet they were doing this crazy, hip-shaking, body shimmying version of dancing with no fear. No shame. It’s no wonder all the other species of the known universe laugh at us Earthers and call us uptight. If this was normal for them, then we are uptight.
Little by little, I loosened up. I think my dancing got better. Katrina, Candy, and I laughed and copied the dancers we thought looked the most interesting. We tried a few moves of our own. We encouraged each other to be bolder and more daring. It was a blast.
We are definitely going to that dance club when we get to Xniktix Space Station. We’ve all promised to practice so we can be as uninhibited as the others there. We’ve made a pact that these repressed Earthers are going to shake the place down, or die trying.
February 6
I’m feeling a bit lazy today. I’m still in bed, in fact. Spoiled, indulgent Shalia. Ah, sometimes life is pretty damned good.
Betra just left to go to work. He spent the night with me. We had a quiet dinner together, just the two of us. I had a decadent chocolate cake with chocolate fudge melted over it for dessert. Betra had me for dessert.
We fell asleep. This morning Betra was apparently awakened by Mr. Woody times two, because he woke me with warm, wet kisses from head to toe. I lay there, luxuriating in the attention as my slowpoke brain immersed itself in the lovely heat of arousal.
“Nice,” I mumbled sleepily as Betra started journeying back up my body, his lips and tongue leading the way. “Best alarm clock ever.”
He chuckled. “Good morning, lovely girl. I couldn’t resist when I woke with you next to me.”
I sighed, my fingers stroking through his midnight hair as he moved up my thigh. “I didn’t realize how much I missed sleeping with a man. You should spend the night more often.”
“I’m worried I’ll get too attached. It’s going to be hard enough letting you go once we reach Kalquor.”
That statement tried to put a damper on the mood. Betra was right of course. I’ve got no business latching onto anyone on this ship as more than friend and fuck buddy. Still, it hurt a little bit inside to hear him say it.
Damn it all. I do like Betra. I also like Oses. I cannot let it become more than that. The next time I fall in love with Kalquorians, it’s going to be for life. No more of this losing my heart to men I know I can’t keep.
Before my worrisome mind could take me somewhere it didn’t need to be, Betra’s mouth found my pussy. It was almost as if he knew I was thinking too much about the situation, because he went to work on me with a will. Those lips and tongue ... by the prophets, that’s a talented boy. In no time at all I was jerking and yelling under his sweet assault.
He laughed at me, turning cruel as he often does. Holding my hips down, Betra sucked on my clit so hard his cheeks dimpled. His tongue lashed that poor nubbin as he did so, making me scream. I was on the verge of climax when he let go, denying me.
As soon as I recovered enough breath to speak, I unleashed a torrent of curse words that left Betra’s mouth hanging open. “Shalia!” he yelled. He turned me over.
I knew what was coming as he pinned my wrists to the small of my back with one hand. I relaxed just in time for the other hand to start spankin
g my defenseless bottom. The heat of his palm cracking against that padded flesh went straight to my aching clit. I writhed with eagerness even as I moaned from his discipline.
The spanking was deliciously thorough, leaving my entire ass roasting. I dove into the wondrous torment, feeling how helpless I was against the big Kalquorian. I really had been a naughty girl. Thank goodness Betra doesn’t mind taking the responsibility to correct my misdeeds.
When he finished, my ass stung brutally and the sheets beneath me were quite damp. I peered at my liaison through tear-blurred eyes and clumps of disheveled hair. He knelt next to me, breathing hard as he stared at my ass. His breath wasn’t the only thing hard about Betra.
“Are you ready to apologize for the disrespectful language, girl?” he gasped.
“Yes sir,” I said, as meek as a punished child. “I’m very sorry for all the profanities I said.”
“I accept your apology.”
With that, he flipped me over again, ignoring my hiss of pain when my sore ass made contact with the bed. He climbed on me, shoving my legs up onto his shoulders. I was grateful for the position; it took the pressure off my butt.
Excited by the spanking, Betra took me hard and fast. Our groins sounded like gunfire, they met so hard with each thrust. That Imdiko rode me like a rodeo cowboy on a bull. I had no defense, though I clawed his muscled shoulders and chest pretty good with my fingernails. Betra’s got some masochist as well as sadist in him; he loves it when I mark him up like that. It gets him even more excited, and he gasped with every scratch I dealt. Then he’d pound harder against me to make me do it again. He kept making sounds that I thought meant he was ready to explode.
Despite the vigorous and somewhat violent lovemaking, he held off on losing control for as long as he could, his face squinched up in a fierce grimace as he made me come four times. Those Kalquorians are simply not happy with sex unless their partner is utterly devastated with release. He had me shouting to all the prophets and even the Kalquorian ancestors before he finally unleashed a room-shaking howl. I think he shot a flood into me when he let go.
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