Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  May 10, afternoon

  Sore ass. Sore pussy. Big smile on my face. Forget shore leave. I’m all about ‘Oses leave’.

  He is so amazing when it comes to sexual torment. That man has a gift. I’m tempted to sit out all my shore leaves for the rest of this trip if I can be tortured by Oses.

  It started off like most of our encounters. I went to his quarters, and the door automatically opened for me. I’m keyed in for access without invitation. I walked in to find Oses naked and waiting, hover cuffs in his grip. Oh me, oh my.

  My mouth already dry and heart thumping wildly, I stripped off my sheath, folded it neatly, and put it on the shelf designated for my clothing. My slippers went there too. I wore no underclothes in the interest of expediency.

  Properly nude, I started to drop to hands and knees when Oses caught me by the arm to stop me. I forgot myself for a moment and glanced up before remembering how we conduct playtime. I caught a glimpse of the Nobek’s rough but adored features in an expression of quiet concern. Then I dropped my head, my eyes cast to the floor in an attitude of surrender.

  His rumble vibrated my bones. “Pet, have you discussed the stress of crawling and kneeling with Dr. Tep yet?”

  I frowned at the cushioned space of floor between Oses’s feet. “It hadn’t occurred to me, Master. It seems safe.”

  “It probably is. However, I insist you consult with him to be certain. Until he gives approval, you may remain on your feet. However, I continue to wish that while you stand, you to keep arms and legs wide to display yourself for my pleasure.”

  Ugh. I hate discussing my kinky sex life with the doctor. Tep knows far too much about the kinds of intimacies I have with Oses and Betra. Betra enjoys humiliation, not me. Still, my body is undergoing great changes with the pregnancy. It’s better to be safe than sorry.

  Besides, defying Oses is never an option. That man has far too many ways to make me scream, and not just the good kind of screaming. I put aside my chagrin and meekly answered, “Yes, Master.”

  “On the sleeping mat. Lie on your side in the most comfortable position you can.”

  I climbed up on Oses’s bed, which takes up most of his quarters’ floor space. Crewmembers don’t have a whole lot of room in their sleeping quarters, unlike us Earther girls. I have a sitting and sleeping room. Oses has a closet posing as a room. One other piece of furniture besides the sleeping mat takes up almost all the floor space in here – the spanking bench. Due to my pregnancy, I’m no longer allowed to use that for the purpose it was intended.

  I snuggled onto the bed, my head propped up slightly on a pillow. I lay on my right side, legs curled up so that I was in a semi-fetal position. “Okay, Master. Position has been assumed.”

  I thought I heard Oses snicker at my pert tone. Something billowy fell on me. “Use this for support.”

  I grabbed the object to discover it was a body-length pillow. “Oh, I’ve been looking for something similar to sleep with. My hips get sore these days, so I’ve been using a regular pillow to keep them in line. It’s got to do with stretching ligaments, according to Dr. Tep.”

  In my enthusiasm, I’d forgotten that I was not to speak until spoken to. Fortunately, Oses was in a forgiving mood. “Take it back to your quarters when we’re done.”

  “Thank you, Master.” I snuggled with the pillow. I clutched it close, like a teddy bear, with a leg slung over it. It did help my hips feel better.

  Oses took my arm and put a hovercuff on my wrist. He made it snug so as to not slip off while checking that it didn’t compromise my circulation. My heart beat faster as he cuffed the other wrist too. Then he moved on to my ankles. Whatever his plans for me were, I would be helpless, unable to escape. My guts tumbled eagerly at the vulnerability.

  “Are you comfortable, pet?” Oses asked. “If so, I’ll freeze the cuffs in place.”

  I squirmed, checking my position. I was comfortable as could be, unless you counted the trembly feelings inside me. Delicious anxiety at what my lover might do to me had my senses on full alert.

  “I’m comfortable, Master,” I said in a breathy voice.

  “Good. You know what to say if that circumstance changes. Cuffs, freeze prisoner in place.”

  That quickly, the cuffs activated. They would not budge from their position until Oses commanded otherwise. Me being me, I tugged at my arms and legs. Nope, my wrists and ankles were stuck. I wasn’t going anywhere.

  As if I would want to.

  I watched as Oses went to the shelf by the bed. He took an opaque white tube from it and opened it. Squeezing the tube, he squirted a palm full of light blue cream onto his hand. He gave me an evil grin and sat down on the bed. Reaching over me, he rubbed the lotion onto my butt cheeks.

  I was dying to ask him what that was all about, but I’d pushed my luck with chattering earlier. I knew Oses was up to no good, judging from that scary smile. Talking without permission was a good way to alter his plans for me to be worse.

  Besides, the ass massage was nice. If there is any single act I’d have to pick that Oses does that feels amazing, it’s his rubdowns. The man is phenomenal at working all the tension out...and then winding me up again.

  For the moment, I sank into his touch on me. I sighed as warmth seeped into my flesh where he rubbed. Oh, how nice. The lotion spilled heat into wherever it was applied. I liked it...up until the sensitivity climbed into a sensation resembling more discomfort than pleasure. Oses’s fingers began to zap fire into my skin wherever they touched.

  I uttered a tiny whimpering sound and shifted away. My forearms and lower legs were immobile, but I could move the rest.

  Oses stopped at that point with a chuckle. Uh-oh. He had planned for pain to be involved. A familiar tumble of nerves and excitement rushed through me as he rose from the bed and went to his closet.

  He drew a device from it that I was all too familiar with. It was a wandlike tool with a soft, round, bulbous tip. My breath caught to see him coming towards me with the toy that vibrated when switched on. It was designed for arousal, but Oses knew how to wield it for torture too. Holding that wand against my clit while it vibrated violently was among the Nobek’s favorite activities...along with forbidding me to climax while he did it. Or forcing me to orgasm over and over until I begged him to stop.

  I moaned in mixed gratitude and fear. I was in for it.

  The Nobek’s grin grew brighter and scarier. Had I not known Oses would never cause me harm, I would have screamed sholt at the top of my lungs. He’s so effective when it comes to playing games with my head. A mere look can be enough to drive me crazy.

  “Why the nervous look, pet?” he asked as he sat down next to my helpless, shuddering body. “Do you doubt I’ll give you release?”

  “No, Master,” I whimpered. It was the other stuff he would do that made me instinctively try to put some distance between us.

  “Stay still, pet,” he ordered me. “You’ll accept what I wish of you. Isn’t that right?”

  “Yes, Master.” I could barely be heard as I clutched the body pillow tight.

  “And if it becomes too much, you’ll tell me, won’t you?”

  “Yes, Master.” At least I had that.

  “But if you can bear it, you’ll lay there and take what I give for my enjoyment. Correct?”

  “Yes, Master.” That wand filled my vision. Oses would hear me scream before it was over. I knew it. I dreaded it. And I looked forward to it.

  “That’s all you have to do, pet. Lie there. Nothing else is required. Let’s start, shall we?”

  The wand hummed to life. I couldn’t help but squeeze the pillow between my knees as Oses brought it to my clit from beneath my bent legs. With the pillow holding me open, there was no hope for escape.

  Rapture blasted through my gut as the Nobek found his quarry. The rounded tip of the wand settled against my clit, shuddering hard. A cry escaped my lips.

  “That’s it,” came Oses’s satisfied voice. “It feels good there. Enjo
y that, pet.”

  While he held the wand against my avid lady bits, he plucked at the breast not covered by the body pillow. More delight crowded my senses. Already climax galloped towards me, eagerly rushing to envelope me in its embrace.

  My body tensed. The wand turned off, stopping me from coming.

  “Very nice, pet. That didn’t take long at all. Those pregnancy hormones have increased your libido magnificently.”

  I groaned as climax backed off. It would be prolonged denial this time then. Oses was accurate about my quickness to arousal these days. I had no doubt he would use that against me to its limits.

  “And now for the other part of our play.”

  I had no chance to worry about what he meant by that. Oses’s hand moved from my breast to my ass. He lightly trailed his fingertips across one buttock.

  Burning trails of pure fire traced the path of his touch. The bright pain helped me forget the missed orgasm in a hurry. I yelled.

  Oses watched my face for a few seconds, his gaze sharp on me as I gasped in the aftermath. The flaming heat ebbed quickly, but its memory remained intense. Wow.

  “What do you think, pet?” the Nobek asked.

  There is no doubt Oses has a sadistic streak. I know that not because of what he does with me but because of what I’ve learned he does with Betra, who also has his rougher side. They play games with each other that leave bruises and marks for days on end. No sex, of course. Betra is hardcore hetero. However, he has found he can do things that are not sexual with Oses and win satisfaction from it.

  I adore some discomfort, but I’ve been too chicken to figure out where my limits truly are. With the baby on the way, we’re all extremely careful. Not only that, but my lovers do have a softer side that doesn’t always demand punishment for pleasure. They indulge that gentle part of their complex personalities with me when the mood strikes.

  I wasn’t so certain about the agony of whatever had been in that lotion Oses rubbed into my ass, rendering the skin sensitive. I thought perhaps I had found my limit. Yet the worst of had already faded, leaving a pulsing warmth. I was in my favorite position: at the Nobek’s mercy. Something in me gets extremely excited by that, even when hurt is involved. Oh, who am I kidding? Especially when hurt is involved.

  Was this too much? I swallowed hard.

  “It’s a lot to absorb,” I told Oses. “It’s more than I’m used to. I’m kind of on the fence about whether or not it’s for me.”

  He nodded. “It’s an acute sensation. I assure you there is no damage happening, however. I barely touched you.”

  I sucked on my lower lip, considering. It had felt like hell, there was no doubt about that. Yet there was that excitement. Truth be told, I’d been brought to an awareness as never before when Oses stroked my butt. There was no room for worries when all my being centered on that agony.

  “Let’s keep going,” I decided. “I may say sholt pretty soon, but I’m willing to explore this a little more. If it pleases you, Master.”

  Oses smiled at me. It was a real smile, not his Master-in-command guise. “As you wish, pet. Just don’t fight through it on my behalf if you can’t handle it. I’m not interested in taking you somewhere you don’t wish to be. Promise me.”

  I thought of that fiery sting and nodded quickly. “I promise.”

  As soon as the words left my lips, the wand buzzed back to furious life. All discomfort was forgotten as brutal carnal need tore through my insides yet again. Obscene pleasure galvanized me, taking me far away from thoughts of sadism and whether or not my masochistic streak matched up to it.

  No, I was all about the wand and how I wanted to orgasm. The rise was meteoric in strength and speed. My body clawed for release.

  The vibrations quit, leaving me dangling oh so close. Before I could decry the loss, Oses’s fingertips swept over my buttocks, setting them on fire again.

  The exquisite pain streaked across my ass. I screamed for an instant before the vibrator came to life again, chasing the suffering with vicious elation. The abrupt change choked off my yell.

  I went out of my skull for the next few – seconds? Minutes? Who the hell knows how long it lasted? In only moments, I neared orgasm. As soon as I hovered over that glorious peak, the wand switched off and Oses’s fingers drifted over my sensitized rear. Agony eclipsed all, shoving completion away. Then the vibrations tormented my clit anew, making the torment unimportant.

  Back and forth between unfathomable ecstasy and shattering distress. Talk about your crazy see-saw ride. I couldn’t think. I had no conscious knowledge of anything but the two different ends of the sensory spectrum.

  It was my favorite place to be.

  At last I lost track of which extreme was pleasure and which was torment. They melded together, creating an intense, unnamable sensation all its own. It was my entire existence for a little while. I hung balanced in agony and on the cusp of orgasm for long seconds. I screamed like a banshee into the pillow.

  Climax swallowed me whole. It wasn’t a sweet release by any means. The brutality of it had me fighting to escape both the wand and Oses’s gently trailing fingertips. I’ll be damned if coming didn’t hurt more than the Nobek touching my ass.

  It wouldn’t end, either. Spasm after spasm gouged my pussy. I thought I might go insane.

  “Sholt!”

  The wand and Oses’s fingers were gone in an instant. I gasped in a pretty good impression of a landed fish, shaking violently. My poor crotch would have whimpered if it had vocal cords.

  “Are you all right, pet?” Oses brushed my hair back from my face and kissed my cheek with tender lips.

  “Fuck,” I panted. “Oh fuck. Fuck. Too much. Oh fuck.”

  “Easy. Relax. Take deep breaths. That’s my girl.”

  He continued to caress my face and hair and to kiss me, murmuring soothingly in my ear. My heartbeat and breath slowed. I groaned.

  “Oh, my poor twat.”

  “Are you hurt? Let me look.” Oses moved down to inspect my girlie bits.

  “No, not really. I just came so damned hard...shit, that aches. I’m feeling better now. All floaty, same as after a good spanking.”

  It was true. Endorphins were running high now, giving me a sense of euphoria. Jeez, what a crazy ride though.

  “You look okay.” Oses sat up and frowned. “We’d better stop entirely.”

  He was so aroused that I was walloped by guilt. “No, I want you to make love to me. I just can’t handle the level of intensity we were going at. Come on, Oses, I’m fine.”

  He eyed me speculatively. I could tell he wanted me with all his heart and groin, but protectiveness was asserting itself. As always, Oses put me first.

  He is wonderful.

  I tried a different tact. Making my voice as plaintive as possible, I begged, “Please, Master? Please put your cock in me. I promise I’ll tell you if I can’t handle it. Please?”

  Oses drew a deep breath. He straightened, looming over me, a savage god. Lust lit his gaze as he looked me over, all pinned down and helpless beneath him. His shafts jerked.

  Then he moved, a panther slinking to crouch over me. He was careful not to come into contact with my ass, but the attitude was one of carnal threat. Excitement rolled through me, wakening my ridiculously enhanced libido once more. Sheesh, you’d think my pussy would have thrown in the towel after that last series of orgasms.

  “You ask so nicely, pet,” his deep voice rumbled. “It would be wrong of me to disappoint such a delicious plaything when she asks like a good girl.”

  “Thank you, Master,” I whispered. Oses’s feral face filled my gaze. Oh hell yeah, I definitely wanted more of him.

  His primary nudged at my opening. Oses planted his hands on either side of my head, as if he were going to do a pushup. Braced, he slipped inside me. We were both sloppy wet with our combined natural lubrication. He went in easy, filling me with that amazing length.

  Because I was on my side and Oses was doing me from above, hi
s secondary couldn’t enter my anus. It had to go somewhere. Oses’s only recourse was to tilt his hips in such a way so that his cock slid against my ass. The effects of the lotion were fading by then, fortunately. It hurt to be touched, but it was a level that played into my love of being vulnerable. In other words, it was enjoyable. Yes, I realize that wouldn’t make sense to most people.

  Despite the primitive want that filled his expression, Oses checked in with me. “Still too much?”

  “Just right, Master,” I sighed. “The sensitivity is easing off.”

  “Good. I’ll try to keep the contact gentle. Let me know if you become overwhelmed again.”