Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  “Keep your hands where they are. I’m letting go, but you’re not to move from this position.”

  “Yes, Master.” My voice was higher than usual.

  He released me, the tufts of the frond moving over my slit. The bed shifted as he moved. I had no idea what he was up to, just that he was moving from my torso.

  Oses’s lips closed on my clit with a suddenness that made me scream. Raw, unadulterated passion flared with violent need as he sucked on it. I grabbed handfuls of the mat to keep from grabbing hold of him. My feet kicked.

  The Nobek’s weight settled on my thighs, holding them down as he licked and sucked that point of fiery heat. The frond was there too, its softness almost unnoticeable under the delicious assault of tongue on clit.

  I shuddered and wailed, my head tossing from side to side as Oses mouthed me with decadent force. Molten ecstasy swirled, tightening my belly.

  He relented to chuckle. “My, how overwrought you are. Your pussy is trembling, pet.”

  He teased me with that damned plant. He swirled it over my clit, the fuzzy down tickling in a non-giggly manner.

  “Your clit has fully emerged from its hood, too. So red and swollen. That is a hungry cunt, my girl. Shall I feed it?”

  I was afraid to say yes because he could decide to torture me instead. Yet I feared the trouble I’d get into if I didn’t answer. I whimpered, “Yes, Master, please.”

  The frond stopped teasing my lady parts. There was the slightest movement of him between my legs. The next moment, two burning hot, heavy, slick weights plopped onto my stomach. His cocks. His wonderful cocks. I wriggled in anticipation.

  “Easy, pet. I haven’t prepared your ass yet.”

  I could have cried in that moment, because I wanted him to fuck me.

  “How nice that you are so eager for me.”

  Fingers stroked my pussy, then pressed in to gather moisture. I sighed. The frond came back to flick my clit. My breath caught and I shuddered.

  “That’s it, little girl. Nice and soft and wet. What a pretty pussy you have.”

  He pressed another finger in. I warbled a welcome, spurring more chuckles from Oses.

  “You’re ready to be fucked, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, Master,” I moaned. “So ready.”

  “Soon, my lovely. I must say though, I could sit here and watch your pussy take my fingers all day.”

  “Please, I need your cocks. Your fingers are great, but I’ll do anything to have your cocks in me.”

  The frond swirled over my clit. “You wish to have a cock in your pussy?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He withdrew. I could have cried from the loss, but then I felt pressure against my ass. I pushed out, opening for him and he accepted the invitation. His finger forged deep inside, moving to stretch me.

  “And do you want a cock in your tight ass?”

  I panted, “Yes, Master.”

  “You’d like me to cram you full of my cocks, wouldn’t you?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “You want my cocks fucking both your holes, right?”

  I groaned as he inserted a second finger in my ass. “Yes, Master. Please.”

  “Good girl.”

  I moaned as he spent several minutes preparing me and caressing my girlie bits with the frond. Then his touch disappeared and I felt the tapered tips of his cocks at my entrances.

  Oh yeah. Time for the main event.

  Oses entered me, faster than was comfortable. I didn’t ask him to ease up. I live for being his to control and command. I gasped as he sheathed himself in my ass and pussy, especially when his primary cock’s tip collided with my cervix. Shards of pleasure shivered through me.

  His hands once more captured my wrists, holding me helpless for his use. His other hand mauled my breasts as they had before, groping and pinching and slapping while he fucked me with powerful strokes. The bits of pain his rough handling caused mixed eagerly with pleasure. Oses’s cocks had me bursting full, and that fullness meant the friction against my G-spot couldn’t be ignored. I was already making loud noises as he sent my senses soaring.

  The Nobek seated himself fully inside and ground against me, rubbed his groin against my clit. I yelled as effervescent passion set my guts to boiling. Then he gave me some fast, hard thrusts. The nest of nerve endings inside my sheath sparked with blinding eagerness.

  Slower and steady. Grinding. Fast fucking. Torturing my tits all the while. My insides were a maelstrom of frantic churning as Oses worked me over.

  Then his mouth plastered over mine, his tongue insistent as he plundered. His order for my complete surrender couldn’t have been plainer. I softened beneath him, submitting. I was his in any way he wished, with no will but to offer myself to him.

  Oses released the kiss. He let go of the tit he’d been squeezing fiercely and grabbed my thigh, pressing it to his torso. He held me in place. His groin jackhammered against mine as he fucked me hard, driving birdlike cries from my throat with every thrust.

  My entire midsection clenched as fierce heat drew tight within. I was about to come.

  Oses abruptly slowed. He undulated against me, as sinuous as a snake. His wet cocks slid through me. I could imagine how his abdomen moved as he took me with serpentine grace.

  The encroaching orgasm eased off. I did not mourn its loss. I had known Oses would not grant me climax so soon. I’m sure in his mind, I had not yet earned it.

  That didn’t keep me from moaning a pleading sound. My lover would enjoy knowing how much I wanted to come for him. I wasn’t wrong.

  “That’s my pet. My little one is ready to lose control, isn’t she?”

  “Yes, Master. It’s so good.”

  “This?” He drove in me hard and fast again. My stomach clenched tight as vicious need spiked in my core. I screamed delight.

  Oses slowed again. “Oh, you like that. You love being fucked hard.”

  I whimpered in response as the urge to climax receded. I had no words.

  “Maybe later.”

  With that, Oses pulled free of me, leaving me horribly empty. I yelled a protest. He laughed.

  “Spoiled brat. Quiet and behave yourself.”

  I blew a raspberry. He lifted my leg up so he could spank an ass cheek until I yelped from the stinging pain.

  “Roll over, brat. On your belly before I give you a real reason to scream.”

  Oses sounded more amused than angry, but I figured I had pushed my luck enough. I promptly put myself facedown on the sleeping mat.

  Oses crouched over me. His dicks lay heavy on my ass. Well, that suited me just fine. I lifted my hips and rubbed against him.

  The Nobek chuckled. “So insistent. You’re a brat today. Lucky for you that you’re so damned cute and I’m in a pleasant mood.”

  I gave him my best sweet-sounding voice. “It’s all your fault. You’re too delicious to resist. Please be nice and fuck me, Master. Pleeeeeease?”

  “I’ll be nice, but you’re waiting for that fuck a bit longer. No, don’t pout, pet. You’ll appreciate what happens next.”

  With that, he pulled the blindfold off. I blinked. The room had been a bit dim when I walked in, but after having my eyes closed and the light blocked for a time, it had turned pretty damned bright.

  I peered over my shoulder. Oses used a cleansing wipe on his cocks. He grinned at me, the yummiest version of Evil Incarnate I could imagine. Rawr. Shalia Monroe, ready to be sullied, sir.

  Once he was clean and tossed aside the wipe, Oses picked up a round container that looked made of tin. It was filled with a blue wax substance, with a small igniter in the middle.

  “Aw, candlelight,” I simpered. “You romantic, you. Before you know it, you’ll be giving me flowers.”

  Oses pushed the button. The candle lit. “You’re a mess today, brat. Making you squirm and whimper from dripping this hot wax on you will be a delight.”

  “Not really? You plan to burn me?” No fucking way.

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p; The Nobek snorted. “Do you think I’d harm you? Give me some credit, pet.”

  My pulse steadied. “It’s safe then?”

  Oses gave me a glare that could have frozen fire. “I have an urge to wear your ass out with a strap for believing I would damage you. Of course it’s safe. It just won’t be comfortable.”

  I relaxed. “I’m sorry, Master. It’s those trust issues raising their ugly heads again.”

  He sighed. “I know. I need to be more patient with you, but it sickens me to see you so afraid.”

  I tried to lighten the mood. “I thought you preferred me scared.”

  “Nervous, you little fool, not scared.” He frowned at the candle in his hand. “Maybe we should break off for the day. I am not in such a playful frame of mind as I was.”

  I couldn’t end our date on such a sour note. I was worried that Oses would call a halt to not just this encounter, but all future ones as well. I made a big show of stretching out beneath him.

  I told the Nobek, “Do you think I’d let anyone else drip hot wax on me? Not likely. Go on, expand my horizons and see how loud you can make me squeal.”

  Oses examined my face to see how ready I was. I gave him a naughty grin in return, and he chuckled. The expression warmed his face so that my chest squeezed tight. I may have trust issues, but I do like that Nobek.

  “The initial pain will pass quickly.” He wiggled the candle in front of my nose so I could see the liquefying wax seeping around in its holder. “It cools fast.”

  He knelt over my upper thighs. His cocks lay heavily on my ass.

  I tensed, priming myself for the pain that I hoped would end in pleasure. “How difficult is it to clean off once it solidifies?” I asked.

  “It won’t solidify because it’s not actually wax. You’ll like how this turns out. Trust me.”

  Trust me. Well, that was what this was all about, wasn’t it? I was supposed to learn to trust the big guy so we could explore more intense realms in the future. My inability to do that a few seconds ago had damned near derailed the experiment. I took a deep breath and waited to learn if Oses had earned a bit more of my faith or if I’d made a colossal mistake.

  The first splatters landed between my shoulder blades. The wax sliding down the middle of my back seared a trail that brought my breath screaming into my lungs. I squealed, all right. With Oses putting some of his weight on my thighs, I couldn’t move, but I tried until the initial burn faded into warmth, leaving all pain behind.

  “Fuck!” I swore as my skin stopped sizzling and I stopped squalling.

  “Wait, it gets better,” Oses chuckled.

  He was on the money. The hotness settled into something nice. It was the warmth one might get from a heating pad, and it infiltrated my muscles. Knots of tension unwound themselves, and I sank into bliss.

  Oses told me, “Close your eyes. I don’t want you anticipating when more is coming.”

  I obeyed, my newly relaxed state dissipating as I anticipated the next round of wax hitting my flesh.

  He dripped it on my lower back. I yelled, my fists beating on the bed as the searing walloped me. Oses rubbed the burning wax over my ass, sending it up in flames too. I shrieked.

  “Damn it! Are you sure nothing’s blistering?” I hollered when I could talk.

  I could hear the devious grin in his voice. “No, you’re only turning a light shade of pink. The welts I put on your ass last time were redder than this.”

  Once more, the pain subsided, leaving a baking warmth digging deep into my lower back and ass. I tried not to, but I fell for its siren song of relaxation once more. My muscles turned to jelly. As horrendous as the initial hit of wax felt, it was sheer paradise moments later.

  Oses got me again, about mid-back. I ground my teeth together, letting the pain whistle through the spaces as I waited for the nice part to start. I had new sympathy for cattle being branded.

  When the pain abated, Oses blew out a gust of air. “I think that’s plenty of the oil. Keep your eyes closed, pet.”

  He rubbed up and down my back, getting that now-beautiful warmth all over it, along with my butt. Oh sweet prophets, that man gave me a massage that left no muscle knotted. I was damned near liquefied by how his hands teased every mote of tension from my neck, shoulders, and back. Better yet, the more he rubbed, the further the heat of the oil...not wax, but oil it turned out...moved into me. A delicious glow pulsed deep within, making the pain of the application more than worthwhile. Hell, I would have stood twice the torment for this taste of heaven.

  I was so blissed out that I hummed a continuous moan as Oses treated me to the best massage I’ve ever had. I felt doted upon, the queen of the universe. I can’t overstate how amazing he made me feel. Have I mentioned how in-fucking-credible that massage was?

  I’d been an oozing puddle of Shalia for some time before Oses quit. He leaned over me to plant a kiss on my smiling cheek. “Someone’s content,” the Nobek whispered in my ear.

  “Mmm-hmm,” I managed.

  “I’m glad I make my Shalia so happy. Now perhaps you wish to thank me? Laxan would be an appropriate expression of your gratitude.”

  Laxan? I’d heard the word before, but my nirvana-drenched brain took a few seconds to dredge up the translation: anal penetration with Oses’s larger cock.

  “Sure,” I mumbled, still caught in the spell of no strength. “Whatever your heart desires, Master. I’m all yours.”

  He growled at my acquiescence. I hoped it was enough, because spaghetti-limbed Shalia wasn’t working too hard after the delightful rubdown.

  Oses knelt between my legs and hauled my back end up so it waved in the air, his hands gripping my hips. I lay there, drained. Even a sharp slap to my ass didn’t get Oses much of a reaction.

  “Nice and relaxed. How I am going to love changing that in the next few minutes,” he said with an evil laugh.

  “Good luck,” I mumbled. I didn’t give him favorable odds on that.

  Still well-stretched from our earlier play, there was no more than an aching strain as he filled my ass with his big cock and my pussy with his smaller (but perfectly adequate) secondary prick. Being so stuffed meant that the friction against my interior hotspot was tremendous. With the first thrust, excitement tumbled through my gut. Okay, so I might not remain as quiet as I believed I would.

  Oses set a lovely pace, his thrusts strong and steady as before. Not too fast and not too slow. Insistent but not overly demanding. I was enjoying a nice, steady climb in arousal, heading towards inevitable orgasm. I sighed, content with the ride.

  I should have known the sadistic bastard wouldn’t let me get away with a simple climax. Heaven forbid. Then again, that’s not what I had shown up at Oses’s door for. I have to be fair about that fact.

  As I lay with the side of my face planted on the sleeping mat surface, my ass up in the air, cocks moving in and out with the most delicious wet noises, Oses released my hip to reach beneath me, and what I initially took to be his finger and thumb, closed on my clit. Then I realized whatever had me there wasn’t calloused as the pads of his fingers are and felt distinctly rubbery. There was the sensation of a tap, and it vibrated, sending violent need through my core.

  I was not loose-limbed any longer. My whole body seized as molten pleasure mounted. I yelled.

  “Awake again,” Oses pumped his cocks in and out of me as he held my hips with both hands once more. “Feel free to scream all you wish, pet.”

  I didn’t scream...at least not immediately. In no time, however, climax crashed through me, making me quake beneath my lover. It didn’t stop.

  I have no idea if it was a really, really extended 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 as if my pussy was trying to turn itself inside out. I was helpless to stop it with Oses fucking me harder and faster, as whatever he had imprisoned my clit with continued to thrum.

  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. His cocks jerked, 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 incapable of. 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 what 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.