Shalia's Diary Book 10

by Tracy St. John

  “Up and over,” Aslada told me in a merry tone that suggested he was having the time of his life. A peek at the straining crotch of his well-cut black trousers also hinted that if he wasn’t having fun now, he definitely looked forward to it.

  I stood up, flinching as I went because those damned dangles wouldn’t stay still. I faced the horizontal bar, which was a well-padded adjustable rod suspended between two steel poles. It was at my waist level. Up and over, Aslada had said. I bent over the bar, wincing as the weights jiggled and the clamps squeezed. Because the tiny vises didn’t keep the same tension, I wasn’t able to adjust to the pain level. Fresh daggers continued to bolt into my flesh.

  For all the torment, my emotions leaned towards pleasure. Sweet prophets, I loved giving myself to strong men who pushed me to submit. I loved their strength. That they would take the power I gave to them so willingly. It made me happy at my deepest levels.

  Aslada and Meyso took hold of my ankles, pulling them apart so that they could bind them to the upright poles with soft fabric cuffs. Once my feet were secured, they grabbed my wrists, tugging them towards the tethers located just above the ankle cuffs. I noted they could have been moved higher than where they were, but with me, it wasn’t necessary to shift them.

  “Limber lady,” Meyso chuckled to find how easily I bent double. “I guess stretching is part of your training?”

  He and Aslada were purposely fumbling at the wrist restraints, making my breasts jiggle wildly by shaking me as they tied me down. My voice came out high and strained as pain coursed. “I always stretch after my sessions.”

  “Excellent. I love seeing you bent in half like this, ready to be fucked.”

  From the position I was in, I realized I was going to get a hell of a view of the action that was promised. Even though my tits were being stretched by the weights and tormented by the clamps because the dangles refused to still, a wave of intense arousal swept over me. Holy cats, this was going to be amazing.

  The men had me secured. They stood up, and all I could see were their legs and distended crotches. Noting their excitement fed mine. We all loved me being open and vulnerable for their use. No one was the slightest bit unhappy with my position right now.

  Aslada pulled his trousers open. I moaned at the sight of his straining cocks, wet and eager for me. He moved to stand behind me. I felt his larger member slide against the lowest part of my spine. The other nudged at my ass. It pressed in, forcing my tighter entrance to yield.

  Pushing against me, Aslada made the dangles depending from my nipples sway. The sudden onslaught of piercing pain distracted me from the slight ache of taking him. Even with their crowded schedules, the clan had not been remiss in giving me sex on a regular basis, even if it meant waking me up for it. They took me as if it was their right to do so. As long as Anrel was not in attendance and it was convenient, I was to accept that they would fuck me when the mood struck them. I wasn’t so sure I would always be willing to go along with unasked-for availability, but for now, it was amazing to be theirs in that way. Since they wanted me often, my body had acclimated well to being doubly impaled.

  Even now, my ass was only slightly grudging in its acceptance of Aslada’s secondary cock. I opened to him readily enough that he was soon seated within, all the way to the base. A burning sensation everywhere on my buttocks where his groin shoved tight reminded me of the spanking that had started the festivities.

  There was to be no relief from the nipple clamps. Aslada’s pace as he drove in and out kept the weights swinging enthusiastically. Pain stabbed even as pleasure billowed through my core. My cries were equal parts of mingled delight and suffering. He pounded into me, the slapping of his groin against my spanked butt adding to the maelstrom.

  “Do you like Master fucking your ass hard, little precious?” Aslada said. “Is it good to be tied up and made to take a good, hard fucking?”

  I made a wordless noise that might have been agreement or denial…it was hard to tell which even for me. Not that it mattered. I was his to do as he wished, helpless to refuse anything he wanted.

  “This tight ass needs my main cock in it. Your sweet little pussy can have the secondary. Ah, I forgot the cleansing wipes, my Imdiko.”

  “I have them right here.”

  “You always take care of me. I have the best Imdiko on all of Kalquor, precious girl. Never doubt that.”

  He pulled free of me. From my bent position, I could see him swabbing off the smaller cock, cleaning himself in preparation to fill me both ways. I trembled, both nervous and excited. Aslada’s lovemaking wasn’t gentle, but he was thorough. There was never any doubt I’d been utterly fucked when he’d had me.

  I watched his legs move between mine again. From my topsy-turvy position, I saw him grip both thick cocks, getting them in position. He closed in. The hot tip of his larger member burrowed against my ass, pushing its wider girth into me. I had an astounding view of the smaller cock aiming for my pussy. It crept between the folds, finding its way in. My sex spasmed, reacting to the elating feeling of being penetrated, owned, fucked.

  Aslada thrust in all the way, making me take everything at once. His body shoved against my aching ass. The weights swung from the nipple clamps, sending a cataclysm of pain through my breasts. I screamed. My pussy seized as white-hot ecstasy flashed like lightning through my being. I came hard.

  Convulsion after convulsion seized me as Aslada pounded within. I swear that my pussy seemed determined to rip his smaller cock right off him. It clutched and grabbed, battling to draw it deeper than his body would allow. Too powerful for my weak sex, he rode me like a merciless jackhammer, making me damn near turn myself inside out with climax.

  I was still spasming when he pulled loose. He remained hard, having not yet come. My respite was not to last long. Meyso took his place. He battered me with his cocks just as hard as Aslada had, sending me into the stratosphere once more within a few seconds. When I started to ease down, he reached down to rub my clit, sending me off yet again.

  I was like a limp dishrag when the men switched off again. Aslada was a beast, fucking me as strenuously as before. This time he had a clit vibrator in his hand, which he pressed to my overly sensitive nubbin.

  “Wake up, precious,” he sang as I shrieked anew.

  I lost count of how many times they swapped places. I couldn’t tell how many orgasms I’d had since one led into the next. In the end, it became downright painful to come. It was a relief when at last Aslada’s cock pulsed in my ass. A few minutes later, Meyso added his passion.

  I thought nothing could ever make me move on my own again. I was limp spaghetti as they unstrapped and lifted me from the bar. I found out I could move plenty quick when they took those nipple clamps off me though. I damned near shot straight up to the ceiling as fiery pain engulfed first one breast, and then the other. Aslada and Meyso cooed over me, soothing me with kisses and pets before giving me water to drink. They put me to bed and fed me snacks they ordered from the kitchen.

  It made me have second thoughts about going back to the Matara Complex. The incredible sex. The doting attention. Was I insane to be leaving this, even though it was just temporarily? Even though I was dying of boredom and loneliness most of the time?

  Probably.

  December 7

  It was getting late when I boarded the private shuttle Clan Aslada had hired for my return to the Matara Complex, my lips tingling from dozens of last-minute goodbye kisses. Jaon had returned in time to see me off. He was the most ardent of the trio as we parted. He’d not been happy to find out I would be gone for the next few weeks, but since he had to head back out to catch another bad guy the very next day, he admitted it was probably the right thing to do.

  Imdiko Snoy was stoic as he handed off Anrel, but I was betting on him sobbing his heart out later. His eyes were too bright with unshed tears as he patted the top of her head and asked me to let him know how she was doing. He made me feel guilty as hell for taking my own da
ughter with me.

  The shuttle they had hired was small but super nice, with attendants and a full bar. I didn’t discover the boatload of presents until we were in the air and away, because Clan Aslada had made the attendants hide them from me until I was gone. My heart thumped painfully to see expensively wrapped packages for both me and Anrel. The guys always spent extravagantly when it came to us. I couldn’t bear to open the first gift yet, feeling too raw in my heart at the moment.

  I settled in my seat gingerly, my bottom too sore to appreciate the cozy chair. It was still not recovered from its last spanking. I could have taken a pain inhibitor, but I liked being reminded of why sitting felt uncomfortable. Draped across a man’s lap, his hand falling on my flesh over and over…it got me warm just thinking about it.

  That brought the sense of loneliness down on me harder than the emotion that had driven me to leave Clan Aslada behind for the next few weeks. I hoped this momentary break wasn’t a huge mistake.

  I knew of one way to allay my sudden plunge of spirits. Well, besides the one drink I allowed myself to sip, my responsibility to Anrel sleeping on my lap foremost on my mind. Feeling slutty—after all, I was leaving Clan Aslada on the posh private shuttle they’d booked for my trip—I commed Clan Seot.

  I had high hopes of catching at least one of them at home. They were several hours behind the Esofu Continent. While it was late where I was, I thought they’d have perhaps finished dinner and were settling in for the evening. Lucky me; all three men answered the com after a few seconds. The vid sprang to life before me, giving me an unequalled view of masculine beauty.

  “Shalia!” Dramok Seot boomed, his ridiculously handsome face stretched in a wide, happy grin. He cringed a little as he saw Anrel was fast asleep. Fortunately, my child could probably sleep through a hurricane. In a much quieter voice, Seot asked, “Tell me you’re on your way back.”

  “Less than an hour before touchdown,” I answered, trying not to be to overt in my ogling. You’d have thought I’d never seen men before from the way my heart beat faster at the sight of the guys. Especially after a diet of Clan Aslada. But Clan Seot is its own category of deliciousness.

  Seot himself is everything I’ve ever thought a clan leader should be. Besides panty-melting gorgeous, he’s strong without being dictatorial. I’ve seen him calm his clanmates…okay, and me…with the mildest of looks or tones. He doesn’t flaunt his power because he doesn’t have to. You sense it from the moment you enter his presence. It’s an utterly benign dominion that he exercises, but never at anyone’s disadvantage. He makes everyone’s welfare his priority.

  “Perfect!” Imdiko Cifa said, his boyish face too sweet to truly belong to his hulking body. “While you were gone, I decided to put a few more upgrades on our newest ship. It will be ready to launch next week, if you’re able to go. Oh, look at that adorable little baby. She’s so precious when she’s asleep.”

  Ha. Cifa thinks Anrel is adorable when she’s got baby food smeared all over her and is in a bad mood. I often think I’m a distant second to Anrel in Cifa’s heart. Not that I mind. I want whatever clan I end up with to think the sun rises and sets on my daughter. Cifa fits that mold. He’s been wrapped around her itty-bitty pinkie from the moment he first saw her. He was born to be some little girl’s daddy.

  I winked at him. “She’s been fussed over quite a bit while we’ve been gone. You won’t have to work too hard to pick up where you left off on spoiling her.”

  He pretended to be offended. “I beg to differ. I have everything intention of indulging her until no one else can stand her but me. That way I get her all to myself.”

  I giggled at him. I know Cifa would never do anything in opposition to Anrel’s best interests. He might dote on her, but I was sure he’d draw the line at letting her become a brat.

  “A cruise next week, huh?” I had been looking forward to the prospect of playing on one of the oceangoing vessels owned by Cifa and his siblings for months. It was supposed to be the height of luxury. Of course, after staying in the grandiose Clan Aslada mansion for several weeks, my idea of luxury had been expanded quite a bit. It’s made me suspect I might be more of a beer and burger kind of gal, rather than champagne and caviar. Yet Clan Seot seemed so laid back despite their wealth. I’m a bit dazzled by their life, but not overwhelmed.

  “Right. I told you my brother and sister are bringing their clans too, and we’d hoped your mother would join us. How is she?” Being a natural caregiver, Cifa switched from what he wanted to the needs of others in a flash.

  “She’s doing well in the Galactic Council’s rehab facility. She sounds almost like a different person now that she’s away from all our drama.” I kept hidden the twinge of hurt I felt.

  “Excellent. It’s too bad she won’t be on the trip. Do you have anyone else you’d like to bring? There are still two cabins available for your friends. They can bring along any clan they are considering too.”

  “I can ask Candy and Katrina,” I said. The idea made me happy. “Though Katrina’s clan has gone back to Earth, so she’d be solo. By the way, you have to stop calling Candy ‘Matara Hubba-hubba’. I think it embarrasses her.”

  Cifa slapped his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing too loud and waking Anrel. His first encounter with Candy and her vocal appreciation of Clan Seot’s physical attributes was always fodder for amusement.

  Speaking of appreciation of physical attributes, I turned my attention to the dark and silent third of the clan. “Are you like most Nobeks in that a relaxing vacation is not something to look forward to?”

  When Larten smiles, which is often for a Nobek, it’s like looking at pure decadence. Sort of like the biggest, most luscious hot fudge sundae that has ever existed. You know it’s evil, that you’re better off backing away from it, but you’ve got to indulge anyway. He was wearing that smile as he looked at me, making my insides all twisty-turny.

  “Actually, any chance to get away from my meathead trainees is greatly appreciated,” he said. “Especially if it means seeing you in a soaksuit. Or less.” He leered without shame.

  I laughed. Larten always makes me laugh, despite the fact he looks like danger personified. He trains young Nobeks in camps allotted for the ferocious breed. He never misses a chance to insult them. His scorn is usually hilarious in nature, as long as one isn’t the trainee he’s smearing the reputation of. I think he’s thought up a billion uses for the skins of useless students: from Tragoom loincloths to his personal toilet paper.

  Cifa had his handheld out, tapping on it like the world’s fastest typist. “Do you think Candy will bring a potential clan?”

  I gave him an uncomfortable smile. “Um, maybe. I have a feeling it might be just a Nobek, if he can take the time off.”

  That got raised eyebrows from all three men. “Oh, this is sounding like good gossip,” Cifa enthused. “Go on.”

  I told them about Nobek Stidmun and Candy’s suspicion that she was a one-man woman. “They’re crazy about each other. I thought it was just infatuation at first, but I think Candy might be right. He might be the only man she can love.”

  “Hmm. That will present a few problems down the road,” Seot mused. “I don’t envy them that, given our society’s norms. Still, who’s to tell them they’re wrong if they love and want only each other?”

  “Earther ways,” Cifa said, his gaze a little distant. “One man and one woman. Seems kind of lonely to me. But romantic too. Imagine that, to be someone’s one-and-only.” He gave Seot and Larten sly looks.

  “I’ll check my food and drink for poison from now on. Seot, leave a note to be found in the event of our sudden deaths, detailing our suspicions that Cifa wanted Shalia all to himself,” Larten deadpanned.

  Cifa laughed and nudged him. “You know better than that, my Nobek,” he said. Adoration shone in his eyes as he looked at his clanmate. Seot shook his head and chuckled at the pair. Those three are so good together.

  Because I can never seem to shut up
around them, we talked all the way up until the shuttle reached the landing pad. We promised to see each other in person soon.

  With attendants in tow who carried all Clan Aslada’s gifts and my luggage as I lugged Anrel, we made our way to the Matara Complex. I was ‘home’ again.

  Sweet prophets, my quarters felt like a featureless shoebox after the opulence of Clan Aslada’s home. It was so tiny in comparison! Utilitarian too. All the presents sent with me took up a ton of my cramped space. Where was I supposed to put all that stuff?

  I sighed and thanked the attendants as they bowed and left me. I made Anrel my first priority, changing her diaper and putting her in her crib. I spent a few moments watching her sleep, relishing having her all to myself.

  Where had the time gone? Anrel was six months old now, growing before my very eyes. She was no longer the tiny baby who’d been born weeks too early. She was still an infant, but a big one, a heavy armful of cuddly sweetness. I’d noted all the clothes Snoy had insisted be made for her, tossing out what I’d brought for her to wear. I thought he’d been spending all of Clan Aslada’s money on dresses and tops and skirts for appearance’s sake. Now I thought perhaps she’d been outgrowing everything she’d had.