Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  I realized that I could be a bridge upon which these two lonely men could meet halfway. Maybe their sad unrequited love could happen after all, at least for as long as I was on the ship.

  I experienced a surge of responsibility to somehow make that happen. It led me to spank Betra long after my palms stung from the discipline. Finally, however, I had to call a halt to it.

  “His ass must be made of steel,” I groused to Oses. I pretended my heart wasn’t filled with hope for these two to somehow find a way to make their relationship work. I showed him my reddened palm.

  “You’ve spanked him enough. I think he’s gotten the idea of what a bad boy he is.” The Nobek sounded disgusted. The manner in which he spoke was for Betra’s benefit. There was nothing but adoration in his gaze for the Imdiko.

  “Now what are you going to do with him?” I asked.

  Oses grinned. “He’ll be a nice prop for you while I fuck your lovely body. Get up on the desk, boy. Sit there and let Shalia lean against you.”

  Betra straightened and turned around. He hopped up so that he sat on the desk with his legs hanging down. His cocks stood straight up, signaling his continued enjoyment of punishment.

  “Settle yourself between his legs, Shalia,” Oses invited me.

  He helped me get up on the edge of the desk, taking great care as he did so to not brush against Betra. I squirmed so that my back was supported by the Imdiko’s stomach and chest. His cocks were wet heat against my spine.

  “You are her support, boy,” Oses told Betra. “Our pretty girl needs to be kept comfortable while she takes my primary cock.”

  “Master?” Betra’s voice was tremulous.

  Oses’s glare could have frozen fire. I think he was displeased that Betra had spoken. “What, boy?”

  “If my arms were loose, I could brace myself better. Or help see to Shalia’s pleasure.”

  “You’d enjoy that, stroking her beautiful body while I fuck her.” Oses caressed my breasts roughly. “To feel her soft tits in your hands. Or maybe you’d prefer to stroke this nicely rounded belly that shows the proof of her life-giving abilities,” he continued, rubbing my stomach next.

  Betra sounded choked. “Yes, Master. I’d like that.”

  “Which is why you won’t be allowed. Be glad I let her recline against you and you get to watch us enjoy ourselves.” Oses eyes narrowed as he gazed behind me to Betra. “This is not meant for your pleasure. If you ejaculate, I’ll fetch my strap and tear your hide off.”

  Betra trembled. Whether it was from eagerness, anger, or fear, I don’t know. “Yes, Master.”

  Oses turned his attention to me, pointedly ignoring Betra now. “Let’s see. My beautiful mother-to-be must be loved with care. Allow me to position you for our mutual enjoyment.”

  He lifted my legs in turn, placing them over Betra’s to open me for his use. Once again, Oses took care to not touch the Imdiko. Once I was arranged, he surveyed my posture critically.

  “You need to be reclined a bit more, but not so far that the baby’s weight affects your back.”

  Betra obediently tilted, taking some pressure off my hips. He took me down about six inches, cradling me against that firm chest and abdomen. I doubt it was comfortable for him, but it felt fine to me.

  “Right there,” I said. “That’s just right.”

  “Good.” Oses had been smoothing his palms up and down my torso. “You’re so lovely and lush in this position. I could stare at you all day.”

  “In that case, I’d better take care of matters myself.” I rubbed the folds of my sex.

  I was already wet from all our earlier romp, and my fingers slid nice and easy. Heat spiked, especially since Oses and Betra were watching me do it. I moaned as ticklish pleasure thrilled my flesh.

  “By the ancestors,” Oses breathed. He grabbed my hand and greedily licked the juices. “But there is no need for you to play with yourself when you have me to do that.”

  He leaned close, targeting my eager crotch. I jerked and cried out, moving against the Imdiko. I thought I heard a whimper from him, but my attention was all for Oses. Oses and his thick, calloused pressure stroking my pussy.

  “Pretty girl loves to be fucked,” the Nobek whispered. The rough pads of his fingertips rasped against my softer flesh. “You want it, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I moaned.

  “Ask for it then. Ask me to fuck you.”

  “Please, Oses? Please fuck me?”

  At my breathless request, the weapons commander slid one of his fingers inside me. I was jolted, my head falling on Betra’s shoulder. Feeling that thick invader set off sparks. I looked down to see the dark brown Kalquorian flesh enter me and slide out. In again. Out. His thumb drew slow circles around my clit.

  “Does that feel nice, girl? Do you enjoy seeing my finger fucking your sweet pussy?”

  “Yes,” I gasped. My cunt tightened around his working digit, drawing tight to feel every wondrous movement he made. “It feels so incredible.”

  “Do you wish me to put in another finger? Ask nicely.”

  “Please fuck me with two. My pussy wants two. Pretty please?”

  A second finger filled me. I cried out and arched. Oses darkened as I indicated my bliss.

  Behind me, Betra’s cocks pressed against my spine. I rose and fell with his deep, quick breaths. I briefly wondered how awful this was for him, ignored and used as a piece of furniture while Oses and I fucked. He was tense against my back, and he trembled.

  His torment couldn’t hold my attention for long. Oses played with me, and my consciousness centered on him.

  “Watch how your pussy takes me, Shalia. How wet and hungry it is. Oh, here’s that beautiful clit, coming out of its hood for me. Hello, lovely clit. I’m so glad you came out.”

  His thumb brushed over the reddening pearl of flesh that had indeed emerged. I yelled out as pure delight shot an arrow between my legs. My fingernails bit into Betra’s thighs, which I hung onto as if for dear life. He moaned but did not protest the abuse.

  Oses looked at Betra for a moment. “You do not climax, boy. I will wear the hide right off your ass with my strap if you do.”

  Betra shuddered. “Yes, Master.”

  Oses’s attention returned to me. “Where was I? Oh, that’s right, this gorgeous pussy and clit.”

  He continued his work, fucking and teasing me. My whole body flushed with excitement. Trickles of pleasure had become a cascade of nonstop elation. The tension in my gut built higher.

  “I’m about to come,” I panted.

  Oses’s grin was pure evil. “You certainly are.”

  He stroked up and down my clit while pounding me with a third finger added. My belly wound up tight and control frayed. I writhed helplessly against Betra as cataclysm edged nearer...nearer...

  Then it was on me, exploding starlight bright, igniting me from head to toe. I heaved all over the place as Oses urged me to a second orgasm. My ass thumped a staccato beat against the desk top with the third.

  Finally, that brutal Nobek let up, allowing me to lay limp against the gasping Betra. The Imdiko’s groans were almost as loud as mine. Oses skewered him with severity.

  “Did you?”

  “No, Master. But – please—”

  “I said no, boy. Sit there and shut up while I fuck Shalia.”

  Oses pulled the crotch of his uniform open, and his cocks tumbled out like eager puppies ready to play. Aw hell. I was done in already.

  Fortunately, the weapons commander didn’t seem to need me to do anything but open wide. Since I was already in that position, we were good.

  Oses kept his secondary prick lifted out of the way as he stuffed my pussy full of the larger cock. Since he hadn’t prepared me, he gave the tighter entrance a miss. He returned to tormenting Betra again, giving the trembling Imdiko a cruel smile.

  “You’re familiar with how amazing this feels. Sweet, tight, warm Shalia all around my cock. Nice and wet too. No, don’t close your eyes, bo
y. Watch me feed this pussy with my prick. See how she’s taking me. It looks delicious, doesn’t it?”

  Betra was gasping again, hard and ready against my spine. Oses put that poor man through hell. The Nobek rutted against me, yet he held back the greatest of his strength so I wouldn’t be harmed.

  “So hot and soft inside. I’m coming soon, boy. It feels like a knot between my cocks. As if boiling oil is filling the secondary. Yeah, it’s getting ready to go. I can feel it. Going into...into my front...cock...hot...fuck...here...I...come...fuck!”

  Oses’s cock jerked he erupted. Darn if I didn’t go with him. At least it was a gentler orgasm than the ones that had preceded it. I was wrung out enough without have climax stampede through me.

  Oses groaned and shuddered as he released. After a few moments he sighed.

  “By the ancestors, that was fantastic. Are you all right, Shalia?”

  “Hand me a bucket of stim tabs, and I’ll let you know.”

  He laughed and disengaged with care. Then he plucked me from the desk top and settled me on the nearby chair. As Oses tucked himself into his uniform, he stared at Betra speculatively.

  Betra sat on the desk, watching me with desperation. His cocks were swollen fit to burst and had turned an angry purplish color. His cheeks were wet with tears. His erections must have been hurting horribly.

  There was no trace of sympathy on Oses’s face. “Well Shalia, I’m not sure what I should do with this boy. If I’m to be serious about punishing him, I should send him on his way like this.”

  Betra’s agony was a bit much for me to take. “Or you could let him take care of himself for our...entertainment.” Not so much my entertainment. The humiliation angle had its moments, but now that I was a satisfied Shalia, I didn’t find it quite as titillating.

  And I did hate seeing Betra that miserable. My pique with him for discounting my fears was more than gone by now.

  “I suppose I can be lenient this once.” Oses removed the cuffs from Betra’s wrists and pointed at the floor. “On your knees, boy.”

  Betra slid from the desk to the ground. Oses went into his desk and found a small cloth, which he flung at the Imdiko. “Jerk yourself to climax and make it quick. I’ve got work to do. Don’t make a mess or you’ll spend your day on your hands and knees scrubbing my floor. Naked, for anyone who shows up to see.”

  We watched as Betra grasped his main prick and held the cloth to catch his eruption. It took him only seconds to achieve climax, and he screamed when he did. Oses licked his lips when it happened.

  The weapons commander made him get dressed and leave almost immediately, giving Betra barely any time to recover. My liaison staggered out, much the worse for wear.

  Oses regarded me with a soft smile after Betra left. “Well, it’s not quite how I imagined having both of you at once, but it’s more than I had any right to hope for. Thank you for helping it to happen, Shalia.”

  “Let me know if you decide to build on what we started today,” I told him. I winced as I made my rubbery legs stand and walk towards the exit. “Make certain the next phase doesn’t happen for another day or seven.”

  He laughed and agreed. We’re a rather confused bunch, I suppose. I wonder how this will affect Oses and Betra’s relationship from now on.

  April 5, early

  Damn it, we need an exorcist on this stupid ship. The haunting issue is getting out of hand.

  When I hooked up with Candy and Katrina yesterday, it was dinner time. My besties were still freaked out about the ghost encounter in our would-be dance club. Thinking back on it, I was kind of chicken myself.

  The three of us decided we would have a slumber party of sorts – a big sleepover for grownups who felt as vulnerable as children. It didn’t matter that our section of the ship was now being monitored as never before and Nobek security patrolled up and down the corridors. We’d seen that shadow disappear into nowhere. Blasters and big, strong Kalquorians were not keeping it from roaming where it damned well pleased.

  After dinner we congregated in the Matara rec room to hash over our spooky problem with the others. The place was full to bursting with our fellow lottery lasses since word had spread. There was concern and skepticism in equal amounts from those who had not met Mr. Ghost yet. I’d say everyone was equally divided in camps of believers, those who thought there was a more rational explanation, outright doubters, and those who weren’t sure what to think.

  “What I wouldn’t give for a priest just this once,” Heather muttered as the hour drew late. She and another woman who had been in our club-finding party planned to spend the night together after their scare. I had the feeling there were going to be plenty of ‘slumber parties’ tonight.

  “I’m more afraid of the old Earth priests than any bugaboo,” snorted someone else.

  “Yeah, well you didn’t see that horror trying to trap us either, did you?” Heather was defensive and had made it clear she would take a swing at any fool who dared to call her a liar.

  I was exhausted and my head hurt. We’d talked the issue to death and no one had any answers except Candy. She still wanted to hunt the ghost down and try to make it move on to the spirit world. Even Katrina admitted she was ready to work with Candy on that front.

  “I need to sleep,” I told my friends. I was still knackered from my wild encounter with Oses and Betra earlier. “We can pull together our plan for entity extermination tomorrow and get it done then.”

  “I agree,” Katrina said. “My place, yours, or hers?”

  “Mine,” Candy insisted. “I’ve got my computer with all my notes in there. We can get started first thing in the morning when we’re rested up. Not that I believe I’ll sleep a wink.”

  “Candy, you weren’t even there when we were confronted by that thing today,” Katrina pointed out.

  “I’ve already seen it face to faceless face. I’m justified in being scared.”

  We adjourned to Candy’s quarters after Katrina and I stopped off for nightgowns and extra pillows and blankets. The women insisted my pregnancy allotted me bed sharing rights with Candy. Katrina set up camp on the floor next to the sleeping mat rather than out in the sitting room’s lounger. She had to shift a pile of stuffed animals and dolls to do so.

  I don’t know how much the others tossed and turned. I was asleep moments after my head hit my pillow. All hail the exhausting benefits of sex. After that and the excitement of my earlier spectral encounter, I was wasted.

  The night passed quietly until about a couple of hours before my regular wake time. Then a hand gripped my shoulder, bringing me out of slumber. I blinked my eyes open.

  I lay on my side, facing the side of the bed where Katrina had decided to sleep. She was seated on the bed at my feet, staring towards the door. Candy was at my back. She was who had gripped my shoulder. Fuzzy with sleep, I goggled up at her. She curled against me, propped up on her elbow so that she sort of leaned over me. In the low-level lighting she’d left on, she glanced from me to the door and back, waiting for me to wake.

  When I also looked towards the sitting room where my friends’ attention directed, Candy leaned close to my ear. “Katrina says something came to the door and peeked in. When she sat up, it went into the sitting area. We’ve been listening to sounds for the last minute, as if an intruder is moving about.”

  I strained to hear, but all I could detect was my heartbeat and Candy’s breath, still close to my ear. “Should we go check?” I whispered.

  “Katrina tried to com Oses a moment ago, but he didn’t answer,” Candy said. “She’s about to try Betra.”

  Indeed, Katrina had her portable unit in her hand. Her thumb pressed for the frequency.

  Betra’s sleepy voice spoke a moment later, the sound a bit distant and tinny. “Liaison Betra here.”

  At that moment there was a heavy thud in the other room. I heard what sounded like a growl. The three of us made scared sounds: Katrina gasped, and Candy and I yipped with surprise.

  Ka
trina wasted no time yelling to Betra for help as I jumped out of the bed and grabbed the nearest object I could find: a heavy colored glass vase Candy had purchased at the Xniktix Station. “Betra, something’s in here in Candy’s quarters. We need security!”

  As for me, I’d had it with cowering from the unknown. The entity in our hoped-for club had freaked me out, but I’d had enough scares in the last few months to last me the rest of my life. I did the stupidest thing I could. I ran into the sitting room, brandishing the vase.