Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  “Never.”

  More boxes were opened. I found some underthings that appeared damned close to torture devices. We’re talking a corset and girdle and padded bra.

  “This will disguise your real figure until we reach where we’re going,” Oses said. “Don’t worry, you won’t have to wear it very long.”

  “Good,” I huffed as I squeezed my post-pregnancy body into the girdle. My skinny legs weren’t a problem, but that belly ... sigh. I’d been so proud of how it had shrunk, too. “I thought I was getting into shape. Goodbye, self-esteem.”

  “Stop it,” Betra admonished. “You’re beautiful and better every day. I adore your body. This is only for concealment.”

  “Where would I need to be another person?” I wheezed as he laced up the corset, squishing stuff and forcing it to go other places where it didn’t belong.

  “You’ll see.”

  A dress that I rarely wore ... hardly even liked, to be honest ... went on over my excruciating underthings. A glance in the mirror confirmed I would never recognize myself. My fake bosom swelled. My waist pinched.

  “Last thing except for the mask.” Betra opened one of two boxes left. “It goes on when we get to our destination.”

  He took out the tallest heels I’d ever seen. I shook my head. “Why not find some stilts? Am I supposed to walk in those?”

  “Just a little while. And we’ll help you stay on your feet.”

  “Check me out. I can almost look you in the eye, Betra. Let me check Oses’s dental work while I’m up here. Open wide.” I swayed unsteadily in the pink stilettos. I had gone from temptress to giraffe. “If anyone is watching for me based on my height, I’ll stumble past undetected.”

  They chuckled at my silliness. “Ready for adventure?” Betra asked, tucking the last, smallest box under his arm.

  “No, I did all this to go to bed,” I retorted. “Of course I’m ready.”

  “Are you sure?” Oses pressed. “It may be more adventure than you’re comfortable with.”

  They both gazed at me, warning in their stares. I could tell my ‘reward’ would be intense. If they were taking me out of my comfort zone, things were about to get interesting.

  In the end, I trust them with everything. How could I not after all they’d done for me? I was high on my accomplishments in training. I may not be the warrior badass I hope to be, not even close, but I am on the trail. My fears for myself and Anrel won’t disappear any time soon, but my confidence is gaining. Maybe someday fear will reduce to a sense of responsible caution.

  I am stronger. I am meeting things head on. Whatever my sweeties were up to, I could handle it.

  “The night is wasting. Let’s go,” I told Oses and Betra.

  You could have lit a stadium from the brightness of their smiles. They were looking forward to whatever we were about to do.

  I walked with them to the lift. Along the way, I saw a couple of women and Kalquorians who knew me and how intimate I am with Betra and Oses. There was no recognition, but I saw plenty of confused stares. I could almost hear their thoughts: who was this woman, and why was she in the company of that pair? I wondered how thick the rumors would fly.

  “Main promenade,” Oses told the inter-ship transport once we were inside.

  Familiar surroundings then. It was where the Earther dance club was (two days until opening!), along with various shops boasting custom-made weapons, clothing, and other things Kalquorian guys liked. The shops had also started stocking things for us ladies when they found items to our tastes.

  I had a sudden suspicion where we were heading, and it wasn’t on a shopping trip. My heart sped up and my mouth turned dry. Terror knifed through my gut ... but the visions my imagination supplied me with had the crotch of my gut-inhibiting underwear soaked.

  Oses’s nostrils flared, and he grinned down at me. “I think she’s figured it out, Imdiko.”

  I couldn’t pretend the idea didn’t arouse me, not with the Nobek’s damned sense of smell catching me out. Betra inhaled and chuckled low in his throat.

  “We have an exhibitionist in the making, Oses. I figured as much when she enjoyed performing for the camera.”

  “I swear, if anyone in there recognizes me—” I started.

  “They won’t. Not with that makeup and wig, and not with the mask on.”

  My heart was in my throat when the transport delivered us to the ship’s circular main concourse. I wobbled drunkenly on my high heels. It took both Oses’s and Betra’s support to keep me on my feet as we headed for the door that led to the pleasure club.

  It was right next to the dance club with its big ‘Opening Soon!’ sign. The door to the pleasure club ... from which howls of pain and delight issued when it opened ... was easily missed. It was flat black, easy to pass over as one roamed the stores that lined the curved walls. If not for the intermittent flow of Kalquorians walking in and out and the noises that came from it, it wouldn’t be noticeable at all.

  I noticed it a lot as we moved toward it. From what I’d heard about the extreme play that went on inside these places, I believed it must resemble a torture chamber. That dark door made me envision the ravenous mouth of a subterranean cave, ready to swallow me into the very pit of Hell.

  It was only my trust in Oses and Betra and the anticipatory smiles they wore that kept me from scrambling when the door opened for us. Blacker than the door was the interior into which I was ushered. The door closed behind us, and I was blind.

  The scent was pure sex: sweat, heavy animal musk, and the spicy tang that I’d grown accustomed to with my Kalquorian lovers. And another smell, something almost metallic, lay beneath the aromas of passion. I imagined it might be blood.

  Was it any wonder I thought of blood in a place that boasted sensuality? The sounds that filled my ears were equal parts agony and ecstasy. Howls rose in the darkness, screams, moans, wild cries. The din filled my ears. It also filled my mind with imaginings of men tied to torture devices that tore their flesh, even as their cocks were brought to jetting culmination. Applause and animal cries of approval sounded as I stood and wondered what waited in the darkness.

  Something pressed against my face, settling against my forehead, over the bridge of my nose, down my cheeks and around my jaw. I shrieked in startled terror. My voice was lost in the clamor.

  “Easy,” Betra laughed in my ear. “It’s the mask.”

  “Damn it,” I gasped. “I’m blind in here. Don’t people watch each other play? How can you see anything in this?”

  “We’re in the entry,” Oses rumbled. “It’s curtained off from the main floor. It’s dim, but not completely black.”

  “Not to the superior Kalquorian sight,” I grumbled. “Will I be able to view the main area?”

  “Most definitely.” Betra finished adjusting the mask on my face. “You look good, like some exotic bird. It sparkles. All that black liner makes your eyes stand out too.”

  I touched the face covering. There were feathers on it, and I was pretty sure I felt sequins. Perhaps it had the design of a peacock. The part over my nose hooked out in a beak. “As long as nobody knows it’s me, especially if I end up naked.”

  “You certainly will.” The threat was evident in his tone.

  I heard all those voices on the other side of the curtain, belonging to who knew how many people. They would be staring at me. My palms began to sweat.

  “In we go,” said Betra.

  There was a rustling sound. The darkness before me pulled aside. I registered Betra standing there, holding drapery open for us to walk through. Oses stood at my side, watching my reaction.

  Before me teemed numerous tall and masculine bodies. They were lit by huge windows, which were set high in the curved wall. The spectators faced those windows, watching with eagerness and gaping mouths. Every gaze filled with lust.

  Similar to the promenade, the club’s main area was circular. Each window, actually glass walls, showed a separate room, within which two to five men
moved about. I gaped at the various tableaus, scenes that were visions of Heaven and Hell mixed. There were no women in any of them, only naked males enjoying – more or less – each other.

  In the first I stared into, a young handsome Kalquorian lay tied helpless on a padded, raised surface. A pair of big, brutish Nobeks were having their way with him, one fucking his mouth and the other his ass, claiming him hard and deep. In another, four flogged a fifth, painting his trembling, sweating body with red stripes. He was not bound. He stood there, taking the beating with an expression of religious ecstasy. His cocks were hard, the primary dripping.

  Yet another man was stretched over a wooden table, shackled into place. His companion fixed tiny but cruel clamps all over his belly and chest, creating a shining pattern that was at once beautiful and brutal.

  There were a dozen scenes taking place, some that made me gasp with excitement, others that left me cringing in sympathetic agony. I’d never encountered such a display of lust in its varied forms. Men fucking other males, in every configuration imaginable. Cocks shoved into mouths and asses, cum spewing in faces, man after man after man being ravished and tormented by others. In a couple of minutes, I got several lifetimes’ worth of an education. I’d thought I was sexually bold, that I’d taken daring risks. Ha! I was still a virgin in millions of ways.

  “Our chamber is reserved and waiting.” Betra’s lips moved against my ear. Even so, I could barely hear him over the cries and shouts. He nodded to a window wall, displaying a room that held a padded mat with tethers. There were so many tools hanging on the other walls that I couldn’t focus on any of them.

  I swallowed hard. I shook with equal parts fear and desire. Part of me begged to run, to lock myself in my quarters and take Betra’s and Oses’s clearances out of the system.

  A perverse part insisted I be displayed before the club. That part of me which I’d never known existed wanted them to watch Oses and Betra command my submission. For them to bear witness to me at my most vulnerable. I craved to be as the others acting out lewd scenarios for others. That part spoke louder than my fears.

  I did not resist when my guys steered me toward a discreet door. I barely felt my legs as I was propelled forward, past startled men who gaped to see an actual woman in the club. The door opened, spilling bright light over me as I entered a long corridor. Then it shut behind us.

  It may sound strange, but after all the noise of the main floor, the quiet of the corridor was deafening. A smiling Imdiko greeted us. “Weapons Commander Oses, Liaison Betra, your preparation and play rooms are ready for you.”

  “Thank you, Imdiko.” Betra bowed slightly to the other man. He tugged on my hand and led me to another door.

  On the other side of that door was a small room with benches, a cooling unit, a shower, and towels. “Time to undress you,” Betra said with a boyish smile. “First, are you all right?”

  I blinked at him and Oses. Both watched me carefully. I worked to order my senses. “It’s a little overwhelming,” I managed. “I think I’m okay. Scared, but excited.”

  “Good.” Oses wore a pleased expression. “You have nothing to worry about, pet. You only have to do as you’re told. We’ll do the rest.”

  Betra had me sit on a bench. The first thing he took off me were those insanely tall shoes. Oses pulled the dress off over my head. Getting the constricting underthings off took a bit more effort. It was nice to breathe normally again, especially since my respiration was so fast.

  As soon as I was naked, the guys took their clothes off too. A thought occurred to me. “Betra, it doesn’t bother you that other men will see you naked? That they’ll be looking at you, maybe thinking naughty things about you?”

  He made a face. “It’s not the looking. As long as I don’t have to worry about them touching me, I’m fine. Besides, why would they bother with me when there’s a woman to stare at?” His grin was evil.

  Again, I imagined of all those people watching me. I touched the mask, making sure it was firmly in place. Of all the things to have covered, it would just be my face. Oh boy.

  Nonetheless, I remained excited by the prospect. My stomach fluttered. My nipples were hard and pointed. The insides of my thighs were coated with the slick juices that seeped unabated from my sex. I was hot and goose-pimply all at once. I did have a thing for exhibition. Sheesh, the things you find out about yourself.

  “On your feet, pet,” Oses ordered. “It’s time for you to have your reward.”

  I followed him to the door opposite where we’d entered through. I trembled all over, thinking about what might happen, what would happen to me in front of so many witnesses. Was I going to do this?

  The door opened before me. Oses looked me over and nodded. “Go in and step up to the window so they can view you. Present yourself for their pleasure.”

  There has never been a longer walk, yet one that flew by so fast, as I stepped from that doorway, past the padded mat, and up to the clear glass where a seething mass of Kalquorians waited. I was aware of the cold, carpeted floor my feet sank into. The lighting inside the playroom was almost blinding compared to the darkness beyond the window. I was incredibly cognizant of being nude. Never had I felt barer than during that endless journey that managed to pass within the blink of an eye.

  The mask on my face and the wig on my head made me feel invisible somehow. I was both seen and unseen. Naked and covered. Known and unrecognized. The disguise liberated me in a fashion I’d never realized was possible.

  Maybe that’s why I never hesitated to obey Oses’s order despite the anxiety coursing through me. It was me but not Shalia Monroe on display. I was more excited than ever to perform before all those men. When it was over, the woman they had watched would cease to exist.

  The sound of approval filled my ears. The window blocked most of the sound, but I heard enough to figure out the Kalquorians were shouting admiration. My limited Kalquorian allowed me to understand they called me “beautiful,” “magnificent,” and other praises. Despite my too-thin arms and legs and flabby tummy, I was acclaimed as a goddess.

  Talk about lifting a girl’s esteem. Sure, they would have cheered anything remotely female, since they had so few of their own to compare to. It still gave me a smile.

  Oses’s calloused hand moved beneath the wig to grasp the nape of my neck. At the firm hold, my pussy gushed wetness. I was his and Betra’s to command for the entertainment of the crowd. If I’d ever been more aroused, I couldn’t remember it. I waited to discover what would be required of me.

  I was held there for long seconds, giving the onlookers plenty of time to examine me. The slope of my breasts, rising and falling quickly with my excited breath, the tips straining as if to offer themselves to the mouths of all those strangers. My trembling stomach, filled with butterflies on the wing. My sex, wet with need.

  Most of the audience beyond were in darkness. A few in front were visible to me. Their avid purple eyes ravished me with want, stroking me with demanding touches. Tongues peeked out to lick parted lips. I fancied I could sense the warmth of their breath before the rough glide of their hungry licks.

  They were focused on me. Nothing else existed for any of them. Only my body. Only my flesh. I was everything to those Kalquorians at that moment. It left me dizzy. Exhilarated.

  “Turn around, pet,” Oses said. “Go to the platform and bend over it.”

  He kept hold on my neck as I obeyed, turning me so that the crowd could stare at my ass. I heard sighs and groans of pleasure. All the yelling and punishment sounds had ceased. I wondered if those participating in other playrooms had stopped their activities to watch me too.

  Oses ushered me to the platform. With my senses whirling, I was grateful for the support. I didn’t trust my legs to carry me straight.

  The edge of the padded surface was only a couple steps distant. I discovered the top was level with my waist. It was simple enough to bend over. My buttocks were out there for everyone to look at.

 
“Spread,” Betra ordered. “Let them enjoy the sight of that sweet pussy.”

  Facing away from the window, I was more secure in my anonymity than ever. I found it quite easy to open my legs wide. My hips lifted, attempting to give them the best view possible.

  More cries about my attractiveness rang out. My cunt garnered a great deal of praise. Voices begged me to let them fill my “beautiful, moist flower”. Who knew Kalquorians could do poetry? Sure, bad poetry, but they tried. It would have been funny if I hadn’t been so turned on.

  At the moment, all I could think about was displaying myself to the onlookers. That Oses pinned me. That he and Betra were there, protecting me. That I was getting strong enough to protect myself.

  That this was the most alive I could ever remember feeling.

  I lay there for several seconds. None of us moved, letting the crowd look all they wished. Their eyes had caressed me before with a physical force. That sensation had returned. I felt stroked all over under those gazes, petted, idolized, loved. I couldn’t see them, but I could sense them and all the adoration they wished to bestow on me.