Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  “I won’t feel much with that there,” I pouted. The plastic was cold and I wasn’t crazy about the thin strap up my crack.

  “Oh, you’ll feel it,” Oses chuckled. Then he said something that sounded like, “Satacri, werpac.”

  The bit covering my clit hummed to life, vibrating with low intensity. It didn’t blow me into the stratosphere, but the effect was immediate all the same. Arousal bubbled, making me moan and arch.

  “There you go, pet,” Oses said. “That feels nice, doesn’t it?”

  “Nice. What an interesting term,” I gasped.

  I knew I was in trouble when he wrapped an arm about my shoulders and captured both my wrists in his hand, holding me prisoner. His other arm pinned my legs against his wide body. Then he said, “Fihul.”

  The device on my clit went from a gentle vibration to a merciless thrumming that jolted up to my skull. Ecstasy so intense that it hurt made me fight Oses.

  I screamed his name. His dark visage filled my stare, a calculating smile spreading over it. He held me easily, though I fought with all I had to break free. Brutal climax galloped towards me, one that would rip me apart. I couldn’t get loose. I couldn’t fucking move.

  My jaw yawned wide open. I didn’t even have breath to shriek as the orgasm bore down on me.

  “Werpac.”

  The torture device went down to that discreet hum. The climax backed off, leaving me trembling and sobbing with a mixture of disappointment and relief.

  “Lovely, little pet. I’m glad you appreciate the present. Shall we go?”

  Oses rose, setting me on my feet. My knees tried to buckle, but the Nobek was there, keeping me upright. I couldn’t have stood on my own.

  I tried to say so many things, most of them foul, but all I could gasp was a one-word question. “Go?”

  “To my quarters. I told you that was where we would enjoy ourselves.” He prodded me to the door.

  Somehow my legs stepped forward, though they were in no shape to support my weight. Oses wanted me to walk the ship’s corridors to his quarters?

  “Oses,” I said, balking before I was seen in public. “Oses, the thing you put on me...it’s still vibrating.”

  “I know. I have no intention of our game being interrupted.”

  “But, but...” I was having trouble thinking with that damned humming against my sensitized clit. “Oses, turn it off.”

  “No pet. However, if you don’t behave, I might turn it up on full again.”

  My door opened and he swept me into the corridor. I could barely breath in the wake of his threat.

  Oses looked as pleased as punch with my predicament. Damned near jolly, for that matter. However, there was a hard light in his eyes that said he wasn’t kidding. He had every intention of making me scream with orgasm in the middle of the transport’s halls if I didn’t go along with what he demanded.

  He offered me a slow wink. “I told you, Shalia. I’m a controlling man. I play by my own set of rules, rules you should learn quickly.”

  I was screwed before the fucking had started.

  Holding me in the curl of his arm, Nobek Oses ushered me down too many corridors to count. I had planned to take note of how to find his quarters on my own, but with that damned vibrator on my clit, I couldn’t think straight. Walking shifted the stimulator enough to intensify the sensations. Curls of knee-knocking pleasure swam up my crotch and into my gut. Eager juices ran down the insides of my legs. I wouldn’t be surprised if I left drip marks on the springy floors as Oses guided me to his room.

  I’m certain we passed others. I can’t imagine the sight I must have been. Did I moan all the way? Was I hunched over as arousal coiled tight in my belly? What expression did I wear? I have no idea. All I understood was how fucking horny that contraption made me, and how trapped yet secure I felt in Oses’s grip. I didn’t dare defy the huge Nobek, not with his warning ringing in my ears. I wasn’t about to test his threat that he would increase the level of vibration and force me to climax where I stood.

  I’m positive he led me on the longest route possible to his quarters. That walk went on forever, and by the time we were there, I was dying to come. I wondered how awful it would be to stop there in the corridor and refuse to take another step. I almost didn’t care I’d force Oses to make good on his promise to have me orgasm in front of whoever might be around.

  At last the torment of our journey ended. A door opened, and Oses brought me into his quarters.

  The vibrations switched off, leaving me panting. The door closed behind me. Oses released me, and my hands shot towards my poor, desperate crotch.

  The steely tone of my companion froze me. “You will not touch yourself, Shalia. If you do, I will bind your wrists and refuse to let you climax.”

  Oses loomed over me, an implacable creature of destruction. Well, I felt destroyed at any rate. His expression was set. Determined. He meant what he said.

  My fingers curled into my palms with the effort it took to not rub myself and end my frustration. It killed me to not do it.

  “Good pet.” His approval warmed me to my toes despite the agony he’d put me through. “Come over here. We’ll discuss our expectations of this meeting.”

  He walked over to a decent-sized sleeping mat and sat on its edge. It wasn’t as big as mine. In fact, nothing about Oses’s quarters equaled my suite. While my living quarters consisted of a sitting room, bedroom, and bath facility, all Oses had was the single room, with a bathroom half the size of mine.

  The flooring was padded and soft. I drifted across it, past a table and chair in the corner, and a piece of furniture I couldn’t quite figure out. It reminded me of a pommel horse without the handles. The horizontal beam was heavily padded with what appeared to be black leather. The A-framed supporting beams had metal latches midway down and at the bottom of their lengths. The room was too small for Oses to be performing gymnastics with that hulking body of his, so the horse’s function was a mystery.

  “You may remove your clothes and kneel before me, pet.”

  I blinked at the big weapons commander. Had he ordered me to kneel?

  He watched me with great patience. “I do not repeat myself, Shalia. It is grounds for punishment. Do you wish to find out about discipline this early in our dealings with each other?”

  Whoa, okay, now I understood why Oses had stressed how commanding he was before. This Nobek didn’t fuck around. From his expression, sex was serious business for him. I wasn’t sure of what I’d gotten myself into, or if I should continue. However, I was needy after that crazy walk from my quarters to his. Looking at Oses made my knees wobble. If for no other reason, I needed to kneel to keep from falling on my ass.

  Trembling, I pulled my shirt and skirt off, kicking my shoes to the side as I went. Oses bent and picked up the things I discarded, folding them neatly and laying them on the nearby desk.

  My bra came off. I hesitated, wondering if I was supposed to take off the vibrating pad strapped to my clit as well.

  “You may leave that on.” Oses held out his hand. “I’ll give you support as you go to your knees.”

  The tart retort “Oh, such a gentleman,” rose to my lips. It didn’t make it out of my mouth, however, not after checking the Nobek’s expression. Once in a great while, I show some sense. I swallowed my cleverness and knelt down between his booted feet.

  “Lace your fingers behind your neck, so that your breasts are lifted. Widen your legs out so your pussy is displayed.” Oses waited for me to obey.

  I didn’t know what to think of all that. Who was this man to command me to show myself to him as if I were some enslaved slut? We barely knew each other. Yet I found myself doing as told, my body surrendering to him even as my head filled with resistance.

  Oses chuckled. “You should see the look on your face, Shalia. It is obvious you are considering defiance. You may have been with controlling men before, but I am in a league of my own. Legs wider, pet. Open that lovely pussy wide.”

>   I couldn’t help the sound of protest that slipped from my throat. Yet I spread my thighs as far apart as I was able. He was correct about one thing; Oses brought domineering to levels I’d not guessed at.

  “Very nice, though I could have done without the whining. You have much to learn if you are to be pleasured by me, Shalia.” The Nobek’s eyes narrowed as he spoke.

  I couldn’t take anymore. “You are taking this lord and master identity to the extreme,” I said.

  “You enjoy it. No, don’t try to deny it, or I’ll punish you and send you to your quarters with no climax. Not only do you automatically obey my orders, but your breathing is fast, you’re flushed, your nipples are engorged, and your pussy is dripping on my floor.” Oses caught my chin in his palm. “You enjoy being mastered, pet. You have met a most exacting ‘lord’, as you put it, and you are thrilled at the prospect.”

  I hated to admit he was correct. I’m a survivor, damn it. I’m strong, not some weak girl who looks to men to take care of her.

  “If I want it so bad, then why is my brain questioning all this?”

  “A very intelligent question,” Oses agreed. “I’m happy you asked. It is the mind’s natural function to question, even when all the facts point to one conclusion. In those instances, it is fear that brings such noise. Your mind argues against doing what the rest of you desires, because you are afraid.”

  He had the ‘afraid’ part of the equation spot on. “How do you know what’s best for me?” I asked.

  “I don’t understand everything about you, but some of it, my instincts tell me,” the Nobek said. “I plan to find out the rest. That’s why we’ll have a chat before we go too far. We need to establish the ground rules for our interactions.”

  That was a plan I could get behind. If I was to put myself in the big hands of this demanding Nobek, I wanted rules.

  “Okay,” I said. “Let’s do that.”

  He released my chin. “Very good. I am in absolute control here. In my quarters, when we are enjoying intimacies, my word is your law.”

  I raised an eyebrow. Oses grinned.

  “Only in here, Shalia. And only because you allow it.”

  I considered. So far, that sounded okay. “Sure,” I said.

  “Yes, Master,” he prompted me. “We’ll do this right from the start, pet.”

  “Yes, Master.” Speaking the words made me feel smaller than ever next to the behemoth, but at the same moment, I felt secure under his power.

  “When you come in here to serve me, immediately take your clothes off. Then kneel and wait for my instructions.” Oses stroked my hair, as if to lessen the sting of his expectations. “Keep your eyes down unless I tell you to look at me. It may be I choose to have you kneel for some time before I acknowledge your presence, but I’ll be aware of you, pet. I’ll note every breath you take, every small shift of your body, every tremble you experience.”

  I believed him. I had the idea that Oses missed nothing.

  He kept on. “When I give you a command, do not question it. Do as you’re told. If it upsets you more than mere nervousness, you’ll say, ‘Will my master allow me to speak?’ That’s the signal you are more uncomfortable than usual, and we can discuss what is upsetting you.”

  That sounded fine with me. Oses would listen to me if it got too weird.

  His instructions continued. “If you are in a panic about what we are doing and you need it to stop immediately, say sholt. You are familiar with that, so we’ll use it as your signal that a halt must be called to our play. Do you understand my instructions so far, Shalia?”

  “Yes, Master,” I answered.

  “Excellent. Repeat them to me.”

  I recited the whole business. He looked pleased.

  “A final expectation that I have for you, pet. This is the most important, so if you cannot perform it, we’ll stop now. Be honest with me. I’ll tolerate no lies or half-truths.” His purple gaze narrowed. “Kalquorian sex play can be more extreme than Earther, from what I’ve heard. It could affect you emotionally as well as physically. For that reason, I must understand where your head is. Can you do that, Shalia?”

  I mused over it. It sounded easy enough on the surface. I do see myself as an honest person. However, I also realized something else: I’d kept a lot of secrets in the past. I’d honed that ability to get along under Earth’s tyranny. By now, it might have become more instinct than under conscious control.

  I realized what Oses expected from me wouldn’t be all that simple to give.

  “Will my master allow me to speak?” I asked, since my answer ventured beyond a simple yes or no.

  “Yes, pet. What concerns you?”

  I swallowed, my heart throbbing at the considerate tone in his voice. How could a man be so demanding and compassionate at the same instant? Oses had this down to an art.

  “You said you need to know what’s in my mind all the time. Is that necessary?”

  He nodded, his gaze boring into mine. “I cannot care for you properly if you hold back information, especially any that interferes with you being in the moment with me.”

  I drew a deep breath. He’d asked for honesty, so he would get it. “I’m not sure if I can do that. You see, what I think is not always very nice. It’s become instinct to keep some of that to myself.”

  Oses separated a length of my hair from the rest, twirling it around his finger. “No doubt the effect of a repressive government that strives to mold all facets of morality and punishes the smallest infraction.” He smiled but managed to look sad at once. “We’ll make a compromise, Shalia, because you aren’t acquainted with me well enough to give absolute trust. I must earn it first.”

  “What compromise?” I asked. I hoped I could live with whatever he had in mind, because I really, really liked Oses. The care he was taking with me was solidifying that regard. That he felt he had to earn anything from me was amazing.

  “Promise to try to share with me. I expect your greatest effort in this. If I feel you are holding out in any fashion, I’ll push you to move past it. Sometimes this might be unpleasant for us both. Yet we cannot share the kind of intimacies I crave...and those I believe you desire as well...without finding a way for you to be open with me.”

  It was the kind of vulnerability Oses advocated that scared me more than anything else. Could I let myself be that unguarded? Being beaten bloody sounded a lot less daunting.

  “I can try,” I said. The hesitancy in my tone told us both I was unsure of success.

  Oses pursed his lips. “I suppose that’s sufficient to start with. If I don’t detect any real effort, however, we cannot do this, Shalia. Remember, I don’t have just your welfare to worry about.”

  I blinked. “What do you mean?”

  He raised his brows. “You’re pregnant, pet. It’s true you aren’t showing yet, and my research on the matter tells me that in these early weeks, we may play as if you aren’t. It will become an issue later, however.”

  Well, duh. Dumb Shalia. I’d been so overwhelmed by Oses, I’d forgotten my hitchhiker.

  Oses wasn’t done. “You’ll have to report to your doctor about our sexual relationship. Before we go too far, we need to establish what restrictions are to be in place and when.”

  I did not plan to have such a conversation with Tep. “You mean, I have to discuss my having sex with you with the doctor?”

  “We are not taking any chances with you or your babe’s health.” Oses smirked. “You don’t have to inform him who you’re being familiar with. He’d probably assume it’s with Betra.”

  I sighed. “This is so embarrassing.”

  “But you’ll do it, or we’ll say goodbye.”

  I squirmed. I was still suffering from the effects of the damned vibrator on my clit. The last thing on my mind was walking away from Oses. I wanted his hands on me. His mouth on me too. His dicks in me.

  “All right,” I sighed at last. “I agree to your terms.”

  Oses chuckled and shook
his head. “You’re getting something out of this too.”

  “I sure hope so.”

  He laughed out loud at my dour tone. “Oh pet, you are going to be such fun to train. I foresee a great deal of discipline in your future, and I am not disappointed with that.” He ran his fingers over my scalp, stroking my hair with an air of delight. “Shall we start?”

  “Ready when you are.” At his sudden cold stare, I hastily added, “Master.”

  “Very good. Stand up and turn your back to me.”

  I did so. Oses didn’t help me to my feet, and I felt awkward rising with my fingers laced behind my neck. I wasn’t sure that I had to leave them there, but it seemed a smart idea to err on the side of caution.