He patted my breasts, not very gently. They had begun to ache from being constricted as they were, and Nang’s petting was close to spanking them. I moaned. My pussy reacted to his domination in its usual aroused fashion, creaming like crazy. He plucked at my nipples, making them sting. I shuddered, and he smiled.
“That’s it,” Nang whispered. “Feel your helplessness, Shalia. Know that I am in utter control of you, and you cannot escape me.”
He went to a corner, which was dark. I’d not seen anything there, but Nang brought out a small, soft bag. He opened it and brought out a leather monstrosity that resembled a cat o’ nine tails. My eyes widened.
The handle was very short, just large enough to fit in Nang’s palm. The fronds of it were slender pieces of leather, knotted at the ends. There were a lot of those. I tried to jerk away as Nang approached me, but I couldn’t move. I tried to protest, but with the cord tied across my mouth, I couldn’t do anything but offer a muffled groan.
“Someone’s scared,” Nang murmured. He walked around me, dragging the flogger over my face, my head, my shoulders, my back, my ass. They slithered over my body like eager serpents.
“Why are you afraid, Shalia?” the commander asked me. “Do you fear perhaps I will damage you? That I will cause you injury? Where is the trust, my little Earther pet?”
All I could feel were those tails tracing over my very vulnerable ass. I was scared. I’ll admit it. I had put myself in a dangerous position. Nang enjoyed being rough. I hadn’t expected him to bring out a medieval torture device, however. Not in my wildest dreams.
“Shalia, Shalia,” he said, making the knotted ends dance over my exposed flesh. “I would never cause you real harm. Will I give you pain? Oh, most certainly. You appreciate the kind of pain I offer. This–you will love this.”
I moaned. Yeah, I adored discipline with my sex, but I worried Nang might take it too far. With me unable to talk, I couldn’t tell him if it became too much. I had fucked up.
“Let’s begin,” Nang said.
I tensed, certain I was about to be flayed alive. Tears already welled in anticipation. The tails hit my ass, and I yelped as I waited for searing agony.
All I got for all my fears was a tiny peppering sting. No flesh ripped to ribbons. No blood flying. Just tiny twinges where the knotted ends had landed. I thought, that’s it?
Nang laughed. “You psyched yourself up for hell, didn’t you?” he teased. “Shalia, I don’t know whether to be amused or hurt. How could you think I would do any damage? Didn’t I say pain but no harm?”
Well, yes he had. But only Nang knows what’s going on in his head. It was then I realized that I don’t trust the man, not the way I trusted Dusa and Esak.
“Now let’s enjoy ourselves, shall we?” the commander said. He flicked my butt again with the flogger, and I relaxed, enjoying the sting and my inability to prevent it.
It turned out Nang was a master with this instrument. He put it to me all over, striking my ass, back, belly, breasts, and thighs. Bit by bit, as the endorphins did their work, he increased the strength of the strikes, sending burning trails over my body. It was more an intense sensation than pain. I floated beneath his excellent discipline, finding an odd sense of peace as he plied his talent. My moans filled the room, moans of delight as I drifted deep into a strange euphoria that consumed me until there was no thought left. Just fiery, exciting throbs lighting the entirety of me. And arousal. My pussy pulsed with my heartbeat, loving how I was at the man’s mercy, how I was given over to him.
Finally, the ‘whipping’, such as it was, ended. I groaned a protest.
“No, no, my little lovely. You have had enough. You are wearing my marks, though they will fade in a day or so. It’s as I wished.” Nang’s strong hand stroked my skin, sending tendrils of lovely tingles throughout my body.
I was still floating in delicious surrender when he stepped behind me, lowering me so that my pussy and ass lined up to his groin. Wide open, I absorbed his thicknesses, his larger cock entering my tighter passage with ease. He was every bit as soaked as I.
I swung back and forth through the air, Nang moving me so that his cocks plunged in and out with slow, steady sweetness. As one hand kept me sliding over him, the other rubbed and plucked at my clit. Waves of gentle release swept through me. In my rapturous state, I don’t know how long it went on. Time had no existence, and I have no idea how many climaxes the commander brought me to. My mind was in an altered state. There was nothing but the ebb and flow of orgasm, until at last my body drew on Nang’s hard enough for him to spill his seed inside me.
Afterwards, he untied me from all those knots, setting me down on my feet. I swayed drunkenly, and Nang was forced to hold me up. He laughed as he did so. He took me to yet another room with a bed. There, he gave me a pain inhibitor and I watched bemused as he traced the fine stripes he’d put on my flesh. It sounds weird, but I saw them as a sort of badge of honor. Maybe I have a bit of Nobek in me. Nang was pleased with me, which satisfied me even more.
The commander gave me stim tabs, which are better than coffee. We played all night, finally quitting (with regret) when the sun came up and Nang had to report in to his office. Leaving me with a couple more stim tabs to get through the day, as well as pain inhibitors so my tiny welts wouldn’t make my life miserable, he left with a very pleased look on his face. A look I put there, if I may be so immodest.
I’m going to dress in a few minutes and go see Mom. At the moment, I’m lazing in the bed where Nang and I made love over and over. It was an amazing night. I have to say, I’m starting to regret the rest of his clan is homosexual. Sure, Nang can be a jerk, but he’s starting to grow on me. Besides, since when am I such a prize? I definitely have my moments of jerkiness too.
All right, I’m not lying here and acting the drama queen with the woulda, couldas. It’s a waste of my energy and I’ll only end up depressed again. I want to soak in the afterglow, and I refuse to ruin what was one of the best nights of my life.
November 17, later
I just finished talking to Dad and a couple of other doctors consulting on Mom’s case. She’s taken a turn for the worse. Her dementia is growing. Last night, she threw herself out of bed, jabbering nonsense about getting the car repaired. Her leg still won’t hold her up, so Mom was crawling across the floor when the orderlies rushed in. They ended up sedating her because she kept trying to leave.
“You want me to have her put in stasis, don’t you?” I asked miserably.
Dad held my hand, attempting to give me some comfort. “It’s not necessary right now,” he consoled me. “She’s doing better this morning. We can sedate her at night to keep her in bed.”
The doctor handling Mom’s case, Imdiko Ginna, added, “I’d like her to continue with physical therapy for as long as possible. The stronger she is going into stasis, the quicker she’ll recover when they revive her. My recommendation is that you put off cryo-freeze until it’s you two leave.”
Dad said, “She absolutely needs to be on the next transport heading to Kalquor.”
I nodded, feeling tired despite the stim tab I’d taken. Fun time was officially over. “Fine. Therapy until we go, and stasis when we leave. Whatever is best for Mom.”
I signed off on it. All the doctors except Dad left. He stayed behind to offer hugs and comfort for a few minutes.
Oops. Com’s yelling for attention.
That was Weln calling to find out where I am. He’s heading over after telling me to meet him outside of Medical. I told him, “I don’t need any more bad news. Mom isn’t doing so great. She tried to crawl out of her room last night.”
Weln said, “I’m sorry to hear that Shalia, I am, but there’s something you need to know immediately. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Well, let’s see what the latest shitstorm is about.
November 17, third entry
That motherfucking asshole. That unholy piece of shit. I am so mad after talking to Weln, I can’t think straight. I’ve
been walking around the Academy for the past hour, trying to calm down and not go looking for a blaster. It’s not working. All I know is how much I want to blow Nang’s fucking head off.
So I’m typing this on my handheld, hoping that writing will help me get hold of myself. I’m going to confront the manipulative creep, but if I do it now, I’ll try to kill him. I really, really believe I will.
Nang had Dusa and Esak transferred. They found that out from Dusa’s commanding officer yesterday, because Dusa mentioned to him in passing how he wished the Atlanta site hadn’t needed them right away. The commander was surprised and informed him that Nang had commed him and asked if he could use a rescuer and security guard. According to this guy, Nang had told him Dusa and Esak requested the transfer because they wanted the opportunity to advance their ranks faster! The son of a bitch lied!
Weln is very worried, as are Dusa and Esak. “We believe the commander did it to remove his biggest competition for you,” the Imdiko said in low tones. He’d taken me from Medical to where we could see if anyone came near to listen to our conversation. “This is not normal behavior, Shalia, not for a Dramok who understands he cannot clan you. We’re afraid of this jealousy.”
I was fuming. “He knew I would never sleep with him as long as Dusa and Esak were here. He knew I didn’t feel good about it.”
I wanted to punch something. Unfortunately, the nearest targets were Weln and a pine tree. I wouldn’t take a swing at my innocent Imdiko sweetie, and the tree would hurt me a lot more than I could hurt it.
It took all I had not to scream. I had to settle for muttering between clenched teeth. “I am going to rip both of Nang’s cocks off!”
“You have to be careful,” Weln cautioned, pulling me close and clutching me to his chest. “It could be he’s so possessive that he’d be a danger to you. Don’t approach him alone.”
I’m pretty certain Nang wouldn’t hurt me. I’m more than ready to hurt him. Damn it, after what happened last night with him...I’m so fucking pissed. Not just at him, but at myself too. I was even thinking how sad it was I couldn’t clan with the bastard because of his clanmates!
Thank God for homosexual Kalquorians, and I don’t care how blasphemous that sounds. Who knows what awful situation I would have found myself in if Nang’s Nobek and Imdiko liked women? All I can say is, they’ve got my sympathies for ending up with such a jerk for a Dramok.
I gave Weln a bunch of noncommittal statements that led him to believe I wouldn’t confront Nang. I let him kiss me and we soothed each other as best we could before he had to return to work. Poor Weln. He was separated from the men he loves too, and all because Commander Asshole thought he had a right to me.
I will confront Nang. As soon as I can get hold of myself, he and I are having it out. I sure hope he enjoyed last night, because it was the final fuck he’s getting from me.
November 18
What a day yesterday was. It was too much angst after waking up and feeling so wonderful about the night I had with Nang, only to hear Mom was growing worse, then how treacherous Nang had been, and finally getting in his face about it.
I can’t begin to describe the satisfaction I got when I walked into Nang’s office, saw the smug smirk as he rose to greet me, and loudly announced so the four Kalquorians and my bodyguard outside could hear: “You are a complete asshole, and I am never going to have anything to do with you again.”
Ha! Watching the grin fall off his expression gave me no end of admittedly vicious happiness. I am a bitch, but Nang deserved it at that moment.
“Door, close,” he said. The conversations that had been happening beyond it had gone silent in the wake of my declaration. I had half a mind to order it open again. The commander needed shaming in the worst way.
“What’s wrong, Shalia?” Nang asked, though his tone told me he had a pretty good idea I’d found out about his shenanigans. He hung back rather than come near me. Good thing. I’d have clawed his eyes out.
“You sent Dusa and Esak off. You were behind it all along.” The statement made me seething mad all over again. “You hateful shit! You knew I love them. You knew I needed them while I was here.”
Nang was as stone-faced as an Easter Island statue. “They aren’t right for you. They have no rank. You need a grown man who can fulfill your needs, Shalia, not children.”
“Fuck you!” I raged. “You wanted me all to yourself. Admit it, you didn’t want to share! You didn’t care who you hurt! You didn’t care that you broke my heart!”
Nang’s expression twisted until he was ugly, dangerous, and mean. “What about my heart?” he shouted back. “What about me being hurt? How do you think it feels to have someone right there, someone you know wants you but keeps denying it?”
“I never denied I was attracted to you,” I said. “I told you the truth. You’re the bastard who refused to let it go.”
Nang was suddenly in front of me, yanking me near. “Of course I wouldn’t let it go. I love you, Shalia. I knew if I could lure you from those young fools, you’d love me too.”
His grip on my arms was painful, and I jerked, trying to break free of him. He pulled me closer.
Nang’s eyes were wide, his expression bordering on desperation. “I know you have feelings for me. After last night, I have no doubt of that. Forget Clan Dusa. Send your mother on to Kalquor for the treatment she needs and stay with me. I’ll make you happy.”
“Let me go, Nang,” I groaned between clenched teeth. “You’re hurting me.”
He released me, thank God. I was afraid he wouldn’t. Weln’s warnings that Nang might become dangerous in his jealousy replayed in my head. However, the commander let me go, and I took full advantage of it.
I punched him in the face with every bit of strength I could muster. There was a loud crack as his nose gave way, and blood splattered from his nostrils. Nang stared at me in shock.
“Shalia?”
“You bastard,” I said, backing towards the door. “Do you think a thousand of you would be worth a single Clan Dusa? That I would ever choose you over my mother? I’d rot on this dying planet before I would stay with you.” Then, my voice filled with venom, I said, “I despise you, Nang. I wish I’d never met you. Stay the fuck away from me. Door, open!”
I ran out, afraid he’d come after me. I was glad to see the five Kalquorians outside the room were there, staring in fascination as I fled. My bodyguard followed, though not too close. It suited me fine. Site commander or not, I doubted Nang would dare chase me down in front of the other men, not when I was sobbing. Yeah, I turned crybaby with the mix of disappointment and fear overcoming my anger.
Nang hasn’t tried to contact me. I haven’t heard a peep from him since I ran off yesterday afternoon. I went straight from his office to Medical, where I sat with Mom until Weln got off work and collected me. Surprisingly, my Nobek bodyguard was still on the job. He followed us to our room and stood outside the door, same as ever. When Weln left for his shift this morning, another one was there. Nang didn’t order them to cease minding my safety.
I am done with Nang. Completely done. For the rest of the days I’m here, I will look no farther than Weln for male companionship. After I leave Earth, it’s going to be a long, long time before Shalia Monroe entertains anything possessing a cock...or two.
November 21
Hello again. Shalia Monroe, reporting alive and well. Okay, alive and getting well.
The 19th of November will stay with me until the day I die as the day I nearly died. Me, Mom, Dad, Weln, and Candy all came close to saying our final farewell. Many others were killed, good and bad people alike.
It started when the Galactic Council’s transport arrived to take the prisoners away. We found out later that the outer perimeter had been breached by those who had been behind the attacks on the Academy. They overran the Nobeks guarding the mile buffer zone beyond the actual grounds. Then the Earthers waited for the transport to land and the prisoners brought out to board it. They t
imed it perfectly, while the guards were distracted. That’s when they struck, sending explosives in to knock out the fence and the gates, killing more security. The Earthers raced in, almost five hundred strong, shooting at everything that moved.
I heard the explosions from my quarters. I stuck my head out to ask my bodyguard what was going on. “This is big, Matara,” the young Nobek told me. He tried to raise a superior on his com to give him direction, but received no answer. There was a lot of shouting over the frequencies. Chaos was reigning supreme elsewhere, and no one was bothering with my low-ranking protector.
“Shalia!” Candy’s scream cut across the distant shoo-wumph sounds of percussion blasters and roaring explosions. My guard and I looked to see her running full out across the pine needle-strewn grass towards us. “It’s a full invasion! They’re trying to take down the Academy!”
“Shit,” I said. My first thought was for Mom. I ran towards Candy, the Nobek on my heels. His fangs were down and his eyes were wide as he held his weapon at the ready. “Are they near Medical yet?” I called as I neared my friend.
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