I swallowed. I stared into Dusa’s eyes. From far away, I heard myself say, “Yes.”
“Good girl.” That praise warmed me from head to toe. In that moment, I might have allowed Dusa all he wanted.
“Nothing too extreme this first time we dominate you. I don’t want you to fear us,” he whispered. “Has a man ever spanked you, Shalia?”
My dad had tanned my hide a couple of times when I was younger. Mom had beaten the tar out of my ass on more than a few occasions. Somehow I knew that wasn’t the kind of spanking Dusa was talking about. My heart pounded fit to jump out of my chest.
I shook my head. “No.”
“No, Dramok,” he corrected me. “That is how you will address me while we enjoy you tonight. You will call Esak, Nobek. You will use our breed titles with great respect.”
“Okay. I mean, yes, Dramok.” I was surprised at how easy it was to fall into the role of subservience he’d placed me in.
“All right, Shalia. We will play now. What do you say if it becomes too much?”
“Sholt.” At his raised eyebrow, I quickly added, “Dramok.”
He nodded and sat up to look at Esak, still working to open my butt. Heavens, was he planning on putting a tree in me? He was expending a lot of effort there. Not that I was complaining. It felt amazing, as embarrassing as it is to admit.
“First dulma, which we will both administer. Then laxan.”
I could hear the smile in Esak’s voice. “I am quite ready, my Dramok.”
“I see that you are. Choose your side.”
Esak moved to kneel on one side of my crouched body, and Dusa took a position on the other. Calloused hands stroked my butt, and my insides tumbled about like rolled dice. I moaned and wriggled. Then a hand – I’m not sure whose – grabbed a handful of hair at the back of my head, making it impossible to move to see what was going on behind me.
“Now, my pretty,” Dusa whispered. The hands left my butt, and I whimpered, thrusting up and begging for their touch.
A loud crack reverberated through the room. I had a moment to wonder what had made the sound before a splash of pain filled the ass cheek on Dusa’s side. It went hot in an instant; flaming hot.
I sucked in a breath, and then there was another loud smack from Esak’s side. Fierce heat bloomed from my other ass cheek, and I yelped and jerked against the flex ties.
“Do not fight, Shalia,” Dusa said, his voice deep and powerful. “Stay still while we make this lovely ass red and warm for our pleasure.”
I froze without realizing I obeyed him without hesitation. Breath sobbed in and out of my throat. They were spanking me. I wasn’t sure what, if anything, I should do about it.
A couple more slaps on my butt, and I yipped. There was a pause, and Dusa leaned over to look into my face. “Sholt, Shalia?”
A surge of pride shot through me. Hey, it was only a spanking and not nearly as bad as those Mom had given me back in the day. What kind of wuss did he think he was dealing with? At the same time, I was tremendously touched that he was so conscientious. He didn’t want to hurt me.
Plus there was that heat working its way all through me, along with the headiness of being under his and Esak’s control. It made the pain seem a lot more like pleasure.
I gave him a wincing smile. “No, Dramok,” I whispered.
He kissed my cheek. “Good girl. We will continue.”
The spanks came faster after that. Their palms thudded against my butt, and the ache sank deeper and deeper into my flesh. The heat became an inferno, and it blazed through, lighting my belly and pussy. After a little while, it didn’t hurt anymore. It remained an intense sensation, but it was as if I had somehow transmuted it into something else. Something delicious, something that turned my insides molten. I crouched beneath those firm hands, gasping and groaning, my sex throbbing in tandem with the strikes. I was aroused. From a spanking. Go figure.
“Enough,” Dusa said after a bit. “She is a very appealing shade.”
A hand swept over my ass. I shivered at such a tender caress after that same hand had chastised so firmly. “And warm.” Esak’s voice was all growl.
The hand released my hair as Dusa spoke. “You will go first. I will make sure she is secure about this.”
“Thank you, my Dramok.”
Dusa laid down next to me again, as he had before the spanking. He stroked my cheek. “You are all right?”
“Yes, Dramok.” I felt rather floaty, in fact. Not bad at all, especially with Esak easing himself between my spread thighs. His cocks nudged my lower parts.
My bemused brain registered the pressure against my ass and pussy. Ass, mostly. I pieced together my memory of Kalquorian anatomy.
“Um, Du – I mean, Dramok?”
“Yes, Shalia?”
“The Nobek is going in backwards. Upside down. Wrong appendage to wrong orifice.” I thought myself rather witty for getting that last one out, especially feeling an object so hard and large pressing into me.
“It’s called laxan. We enjoy it very much. I think you will too.”
Esak added, “Don’t worry, Shalia. I stretched you well beforehand. You will not be harmed. Try pushing against me.”
I did as he said, and it made it easier for him to move inside. I remembered that he had spent an especially long time working with my ass. It didn’t hurt as he pushed further in. Instead, I got really, really, nicely full.
“It’s the most taboo act that could be done under Earth’s old regime,” I told Dusa. My voice sounded disconnected, because I was interested in the slow, steady penetration. Esak’s smaller dick traveled into my pussy, and the position had it pressing quite nicely against my hot spot. “It was especially bad if you were the same gender.”
“Does it feel bad, Shalia?”
I closed my eyes. “No, Dramok. It’s amazing.”
It was the ultimate in possession. I’d been tied up and spanked, and Esak was deep inside my ass with his larger cock. Prophets, I was full. Gloriously full. He groaned.
“Tell me, my Nobek,” Dusa invited.
“Tight. The tightest I’ve ever known. Warm inside and out. I will not last long.”
“Good. I ache for her myself.”
Esak rocked, his cocks easing out only a small bit before pushing in again. With each stroke, he moved a little more. His hands grasped my hips, pulling me against him with each growing plunge. Lightning strikes set off fires in my gut. My stomach twined in on itself, tightening everything inside. I warbled a high-pitched sound in reaction.
Dusa went back to tugging and pinching my nipples. Darts of pain swirled down to join the bliss in my ass and sex. Esak hit that sweet spot over and over, grunting like an animal. He rubbed against it hard. Heat bloomed and reached tendrils throughout my body. I was going to go over soon. It was starting, mounting with every thrust, with every pinch.
“You may ask for permission to climax,” Dusa said.
If I’d been in my right mind, I might have had a sharp comment for that. Given the dominating mood Dusa was in, he might have very well given me a real spanking. But I headed towards bliss, and I didn’t want anything to interrupt my happy journey.
“Please, Dramok, may I come?” I was getting close, my pussy starting to clench hard against Esak’s driving length. I heard him gasp. His fingers bit hard into my hips.
I was unraveling. Whether Dusa granted leave or not, I had reached the point of no return. Sweat broke out over my skin.
“You may come, my little pretty,” he said, his tone conferring great favor. He released my breast to pinch my clit.
Ecstasy bolted through me. I cried out as I seized around Esak’s cocks, my pussy flexing hard, encouraging him to join me. His groan spun out, long and loud. The telltale pulsing in my sheaths told me he spilled into me.
Another convulsion seized me, sending fresh elation through my senses. I had the dim knowledge of Dusa watching my face as I succumbed to pleasure.
After we quieted Esak
pulled free, emptying me in a wash of hot fluid. I dripped our shared bliss onto the rough carpet beneath me. Then Dusa switched places with the other man and he moved inside me, thrusting hard and strong.
Esak slid his head beneath me to capture a breast in his warm, wet mouth. He alternated gentle licks with not-so-gentle nips. I groaned as intense feeling suffused my body once more, fed more by Dusa’s hammering strokes. Damn it, I was going to climax again.
“Beg me, Shalia,” the Dramok gasped. “Beg me for consent to come.”
“Please, Dramok,” I groaned. A high, whistling scream fell from my lips as Esak’s fangs pierced my breast. “Oh please!”
“More,” he grunted, pounding hard enough to send sharp reports, his groin meeting my ass to echo through the room. He was literally wearing it out. “You will not climax with my leave.”
I struggled to obey him. That lightning strike of pleasure was poised to hit. Euphoria swirled through my senses as Esak pumped intoxicating venom into me. While I battled for control, his fangs left my flesh. He sucked hard on the tiny wounds, swallowing whatever blood I wept for him.
“Please, Dramok. I’m begging you. Please, please, let me come.” I held on by only the thinnest of threads, the persistent drugging delight of both intoxicant and sex dragging to desperate release.
“Who do you come for, Shalia?”
“I come for you, Dramok,” I sobbed. It hurt to hold out, and even Esak’s bite couldn’t subvert that pain.
“Who masters you, Shalia?”
“You, Dramok. Please. Please.”
“Will you come if I don’t allow it?”
I screamed at the cruel question. I had to come, I had to.
“Answer me, Shalia. Will you come if I say no?”
I wanted to curse him. I wanted to scream my defiance. What I said was, “No, Dramok. If you say no, I will not come. Please...”
I shook and shuddered as I made myself obey him. His fingers stroked through my hair, comforting me as he drove against me, torturing me with need.
“Come for me, my little pretty.”
Orgasm rolled hugely through me, bursting me at the seams. I fell into it, letting it take me from Dusa’s cruel torment. I rode the waves of agonizing bliss for an eternity, equally tortured and jubilant.
I may have lost consciousness. I’m not sure. When I regained my senses, I’d been untied and I lay blissfully between the warm bodies of my lovers. The men stroked and kissed me, murmuring soft words in their own language.
I can’t explain why I felt complete as I drifted there. Somehow being with Dusa and Esak, floating in the post-climax fog, I was whole. I wish I could forever feel that incredible. I wish I didn’t have to return to the real world with all its trials and anger. I guess I should be grateful I had those few moments and treasure them forever.
They've just brought me to my room. Mom is still out like a light. Now I’ll go to bed and sleep for the few hours left of the night. Tomorrow will be another busy one, and I need to rest.
September 23 (just before noon)
I’ve finished putting the finishing touches on my presentation “The Proper Technique to Approach Earther Females”. A huge boon was the last-minute addition of my propaganda films, “The Evils of Kalquorians” and “Punishment of a Whore”, both of which Nang dug up from the media archives here on base. Those were the two pieces of shit vids I won awards for. It was embarrassing for the commander to have seen the lies I spread all over the planet on behalf of my government.
I watched and squirmed all the way through them again. I have to admit they will go a long distance towards informing the rescuers what they are up against when it comes to how we were brainwashed into hating Kalquorians. Not to mention the vids will clue them in on our sheer terror of being in compromising situations with men in general. After being reminded of my well-argued points on how the aliens were demonic emissaries devoted to destroying us, I’m more understanding towards the attitudes I’m receiving from my fellow Earthers. It’s no wonder they view me with such anger and hatred. I must seem like a whoring traitor to the casual observer. That’s not to say I’m won’t go full-on crazy bitch if they threaten me or Mom. But I can kind of understand where they’re coming from.
I feel guilty for the fear my work has inspired. Who can say how many Earthers might perish because they are too afraid to approach the Kalquorian rescue teams? All because I was the mouthpiece that said ‘stay away’. Maybe the penance of making this presentation will make up for the evil I’ve done. I hope so, though there will be plenty of people the Kalquorians won’t be able to reach, no matter how much knowledge they have. Some Earthers will never be convinced the alien race wishes to help us survive, unless it’s to breed.
Well, I’m off to see Commander Nang to wrap this puppy up. A final spin and polish, and it will be ready to show to the others. One thing that I don’t think I’ll have to be worried about is my libido. I’m sore from last night, and I do not crave a double-dicking at all. Nang better be ready to be turned down. I swear, I can barely sit straight. Not that I’m complaining. Today’s sensitive butt was well worth last night’s pleasure.
September 23 (evening)
Well, so much for the under-control libido. Damned Kalquorians. Their very presence seems to be an aphrodisiac.
The meeting portion with Nang went well. He had a bunch of people waiting around to see him, but when I walked in, he sent them all away. Then he ushered me in and shut the door.
I did my speech for him, playing my vids in the appropriate places. He declared I’d nailed it. It’s great to discover I’m nowhere near rusty when it comes to putting together a production. We ironed out some terms he thought Kalquorians might find confusing. He also gave me a few pointers on how to present myself to gain the empathy of Nobeks, which he said are the men who tend to scare Earthers the most. Considering the intimidation I felt from last night’s bodyguard, I knew exactly what he was talking about. I told him about Big Scary, and Nang had a good laugh. He said the guy probably overdid it in an effort to show me nobody would get past him.
“This is exactly the issue I’m talking about fixing,” Nang said, sobering a bit. “What was meant to comfort and give you a sense of security had the opposite effect.”
“I was afraid to even look at him,” I admitted. “I thought he might bash my head in if I accidentally frowned or stared too long.”
Nang shook his head. “What a mess. Do you have that list of equipment needed to vid record your entire presentation? Several sites have asked for copies to present to their people.”
I handed that over. “I’m nervous about standing in front of so many people. I’ve always wanted to do broadcasting and be in front of the cameras, but this live presentation has me sweating.”
He smiled at me. Nang looks as fierce as a Nobek when he’s all commander-ish, but when he softens up, he’s drool-worthy. “You’ll do wonderfully. I know you will. I’ll be there to support you all the way.”
We next went to work on the presentation he plans to make to the Earther refugees who have come here. That was about an hour’s worth of brainstorming and getting major points hashed out. Instead of hanging out over his desk, he set up his computer at the little conversation area he has across the room. We sat at a low table on the biggest pillows I’d ever seen...more like super-soft cushions, in fact. It was quite comfy. We sat there next to each other, our heads bent over his computer. We must have had five different vids up and operating at a time with major issues listed, the Galactic Council’s mandate, the terms set forth by Kalquor’s Imperial Clan and Royal Council on clanning Earther women, and even a top-secret message from the Holy Leader himself detailing the reasons he would not disarm the explosives beneath the cities. That missive was directed to the members of his cabinet, including one Michael Durham. Something in me felt ill to see Mike’s name there in black and white. I’m not sure if it’s because of the hell he put me through or because he’s dead. Probably both. Can y
ou say ‘mixed emotions’? One moment I think of justice being served, and the next I experience guilt because Mike had not supported what led to Armageddon.
After we squared some of that away, Nang lowered the boom on me. “Why don’t we schedule your presentation two days from now? We’ll make it for the evening, about an hour after the day shift has ended. I’ll delay the evening shift so the majority of my men can attend.”
“Two days?” My heart started pounding.
“You’ve got all you need ready from your end. I see no reason why we can’t have the recording equipment and auditorium prepared by then.”
“Yeah. I suppose you’re right.” I tried to sound a lot more confident then I felt.
The next thing I knew, Nang picked me up and put me in his lap. He hugged me close. “You will be magnificent, Shalia. I don’t doubt it for a moment.”
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