Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  Warm palms slid over my buttocks, rubbing my cheeks. A collective sigh came from the other side of the glass, as if they touched me through Betra and Oses. My companions rubbed my ass in circles. I sighed as well and relaxed in their care.

  As Betra continued to rub a cheek, Oses rubbed up and down my slit, sliding easily through the copious honey. He captured my clit, massaging it to make me rise up on my toes with a strangled cry. The jolt would have bolted me upright had he not kept me pinned. The sound of my pleasure was echoed from many deep voices. Oses chuckled and traced through my folds again, spreading moisture all over the crevice.

  Betra’s hand left my butt. It returned with a sharp crack on the cheek, sending it to blazing life. Again I cried out, finding rapture in the pain. I lifted up again, entreating him for more. He obliged, and tendrils of exciting heat sank deep into me. Our audience groaned in delight.

  Then they switched: Betra played along the petals of my trembling sex, and Oses gave the ass cheek on his side painful, demanding attention. The reports of his palm striking rang out, sending swirls of fire through me. I was so wet that I had to be dripping.

  Betra pinched my clit to make me kick in excitement. Bliss rolled through my gut, making me dance, my rear jiggling as I reacted. I heard less and less of the world beyond our enclosure, the ache of need growing. My attention riveted on what my lovers did to me and the fact that so many watched.

  The Imdiko traced a path from my swelling bud up to my entrance. I shuddered when two fingertips settled there. I widened my legs, silently begging him to take me.

  He did. He slid inside, filling the aching emptiness with seeking flesh. I yelled joyous welcome as he pumped in and out, hard and fast. His fingers crooked within to rub the most sensitive place within me. A thunderclap echoed through me. I fought Oses’s hold, trying to move back and forth, battling to make Betra ram in and out of me even faster.

  From far off, I heard roars of approval from the onlookers. Our maybe it was the roaring in my ears. All I knew for sure was I was held helpless, finger-fucked, and I had an audience. Mastered not just by Oses and Betra, but by all of them. I belonged to everyone but me. The exhilaration at the notion was exquisite.

  Oses peppered my ass cheeks with quick, stinging slaps as Betra plunged within. The slivers of pain added to the rapture of the taking. Cries of delight poured from my throat as they sent me higher and higher into arousal. I drummed my palms against the padded surface, overwhelmed. Desire built steadily, making my belly heavy and pregnant again, this time with need.

  Betra’s touch disappeared. I squalled at the denial. My hips jerked up, demanding his return.

  I got his slick fingers again, all right. Not in my sex. Instead, they shoved at my tighter pucker, insisting on entrance there. I writhed helpless in Oses’s grip as Betra invaded that tight ring. The audience howled approval.

  They weren’t the only ones who agreed with Betra. I relaxed into the taking. I opened to it as much as possible, giving my absolute surrender. He dove deep, finger-fucking my ass as enthusiastically as he had my cunt.

  Oses left off the delicious spanking. As I pulsed from stinging heat, he drove his fingers into my abandoned sex. As Betra had, he found my hot spot, applying friction until my insides melted like lava. Adding to the maelstrom of growing demand, his thumb brushed over my clit, electrifying me.

  My hands curled into fists, and I slammed them against the surface that held me. My feet kicked wildly, my hips jerking up and down. I thought I might go mad from the excess of sensation rampaging through me. Oses’s implacable grip on my neck could not be budged, and my lovers continued to use their hands to fuck me senseless. Oses’s light brushes with my clit kept me at the threshold of climax, but without sending me over. Damn the man; he knew too well how to hold resolution at bay. I had no escape. I had no choice but to take the exquisite torment that delighted our audience.

  Only when my pleas were lost in sobs did the two relent. Instead of offering release, however, they stopped entirely. My ass and pussy clutched as they retreated, drawing free of me. I felt bereft at the loss.

  “Please,” I moaned, begging without a shred of pride. “Please, Masters, please.”

  A heavy palm clapped against my womanhood, sending mingled pain and excitement shooting through me. I yelled, but my legs widened. I would take any touch at that point.

  “Who does this body belong to?” Betra demanded. “Whose is it to pleasure or punish?”

  “My masters. All of you.” I included our audience.

  “That’s correct. You take only what you are given, and you are grateful for it.”

  “Yes. Yes,” I gasped. “Anything.”

  “You obey. You do not ask, and you certainly don’t demand.”

  I wept, afraid I had displeased them. “No, Masters. Whatever you ask is what I wish too. I’m sorry.”

  Oses’s tone was pure steel as he released me. “Get up on the platform. Turn over.”

  I did so, my limbs shaking so violently I could barely manage it. I was weak from the need to climax. My entire being begged for it. I did not dare to speak of it for fear they would see fit to deny me.

  My perch was surprisingly comfortable, cushioned perfectly as I turned to lie as commanded on its surface. It was then that I saw the mirror on the ceiling. It was angled so that the audience had an unfettered view of my shuddering body.

  Lying on my back flattened my stomach and pointed my breasts straight up. I could tell how soaked I was from the reflection too. I looked wanton and wonderful, I thought.

  I checked my mask and wig, to make sure I wasn’t recognizable. It turned out my bird face was that of an owl, not the peacock I’d imagined. The sequins were gold and silver, the feathers pure white. My lips, appearing plump with the ruby red lipstick, were a brilliant counterpoint to the neutral metallics. The lush curls of my wig framed the fantastical mask. I looked like an amazing amalgamation of bird and woman. No, not even my closest friends would know me. I didn’t recognize myself.

  As I stared in wonder at my reflection, Oses and Betra moved about the table. They used the tethers to fix my ankles and wrists to the corners, spreading me out and open. The binds were snug enough that I couldn’t move. Me being me, I had to tug on them to discover that. They made sure my circulation wasn’t impeded however.

  The platform tilted, bringing my head up and my feet down. It gave the audience a better view of me. I lay there, spread and vulnerable to their scorching gazes. I was a sacrifice to lust. I was a willing offering.

  Betra and Oses went to the walls. I looked at what must have been hundreds of implements of pleasure and torture, depending on how they were used. Floggers, straps, paddles, whips, switches. Dildos of every conceivable size. Bindings. My vision swam at the myriad tools they had at their disposal, all the things they could delight or torment me with.

  Oses returned first. He didn’t let me see what he held. Instead, he bent his head to my breast. His tongue slid over it, sending sweet warmth through the mound, seeping down to my pussy. I moaned a happy cry at the gentle attention.

  He sucked my breast in deep, intensifying the sensation. He drew so hard on me that it ached. Then his teeth closed around my areola. I hissed at the dagger of hurt he produced.

  Betra had rejoined us. He spoke in a low, insistent voice. “The pain he gives is a joy for you to accept. You require nothing but to serve our desires.”

  He was right. I belonged to them, needing nothing but to please them.

  Oses bit again. The shard of pain resolved into exquisite delight. I cried out with bliss. My pussy gushed with renewed excitement. Dark chuckles came from the viewers beyond the glass.

  Oses withdrew and smiled at how my swollen nipple jutted, full and rigid from his attentions. “Lovely,” he grunted.

  His hand moved to the peaked flesh. A flash of silver shone between his finger and thumb. I saw the clamp and whimpered. Yet I thrust my chest forward, surrendering to him.

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p; The padded clamp pinched the tip of my nipple between its jaws. Oses tightened the tension, watching my expression as he did so. A hot sliver of pain shot through my breast. I moaned and writhed. The Nobek tightened the clamp even more, bringing a tide of agony. My head shook from side to side, denying the pain. I would not give in to it. I would accept anything for the men who needed me to surrender to their hungers.

  Oses stopped tightening. He smiled at my trapped nipple before looking at Betra and nodding.

  The Imdiko cupped my other breast. He bent to it, as if to swallow it whole. He sucked hard on the mound, drawing off slowly, scraping his teeth against soft skin in hurting trails ... hurt that insisted on transforming into thrilling heat. On up to the peak, where nips were like stabbing daggers. Then back to taking as much of me as he could suction in and dragging furrows once more.

  He kept at it until he was satisfied with how engorged and distended the tip of that breast grew. Oses clamped it off as well, hurting it as deliciously as the first.

  Pain and pleasure were confused. I squirmed in my bonds, trying in turns to escape and to offer more of me to torment. I got the torment.

  They bent over me, the tips of their rough tongues teasing my trapped nipples. Fresh agony and arousal stampeded through me, making me shriek. My insides were a seething stew of want, churning like the inside of a volcano ready to erupt. I jerked at the tethers, seeking freedom to claim the orgasm that cavorted out of my reach. I was held immobile, unable to work my will.

  Oses and Betra kissed and bit paths in opposite directions. Oses moved up my chest, nibbling up my throat. Meanwhile, Betra went south, leaving a wet trail down my stomach.

  Oses reached his destination first. He took me with a demanding kiss, sucking the breath right from my lungs. His tongue plundered between my painted lips, claiming the moans that spilled from me. Meanwhile, Betra detoured around the vee of my sex, mouthing my leg to reach my inner thigh. There he lapped up the juices that had spilled from me, coming achingly close to my throbbing womanhood but avoiding tasting it.

  His hot breath wafted against me. I cried out, begging for contact. Instead, Betra concentrated on licking me clean. When more honey flowed from me, he claimed that too.

  “Such an eager pussy,” he gloated. “It’s begging to have a cock inside it, fucking it.”

  Hell yes, it did. It begged for it with eager convulsions.

  Oses broke away, leaving my mouth swollen from his insistent attentions. “I think these lips deserve a cock as well.” His words were greeted with cheers from beyond the glass wall. He grinned at his audience. “In due time.”

  “First, a touch more excitement,” Betra announced. “This delicious clit needs to be given extra attention.”

  I could have wept from joy. I was more than ready to orgasm. My whole body rioted for it.

  My happiness was all too brief. Oses gripped my chin and brought his face close so my vision was filled with his commanding gaze. “You do not climax until I tell you to. You will maintain control over yourself. Do you understand?”

  I moaned in agony. The only thing I required in all of the universe was relief from the vicious bite of arousal. It was as if I was full of gasoline, only needing the slightest spark to achieve explosion. How could they expect me to hold off?

  Oses’s eyes darkened. His look grew cold as I struggled. The need to please him overrode my eagerness for immediate orgasm ... barely.

  “Yes, Master,” I whimpered. “I will not come without your permission.”

  He nodded and looked to the Imdiko hovering over my pussy.

  Betra held something in his hand, a device I hadn’t seen before. It looked similar to a bobby pin, though the biggest bobby pin I’d ever seen. It was silver metal, like the nipple clamps. I couldn’t begin to guess its function.

  He regarded my sex, his stare homing in on my swollen clit. It stood out, unabashed in its entreaty for attention. Betra grasped it between finger and thumb.

  A shock of sheer nirvana bloomed at his touch. I damned near ignited despite my promise to Oses. I bit my lip in agonized denial as my cunt spasmed in warning.

  “Don’t you dare.” Oses’s voice was a rumble of thunder.

  I somehow regained control over myself. I lay there panting as demand reluctantly receded. Fearing what might happen next, I looked to see what Betra was up to.

  His smile was evil. He pried the end of the bobby pin-looking thing apart, opening it. Then he slid it over the shaft of my clitoris.

  It glided over the wetness, constricting and pinning my cunt closed just shy of the entrance. Blood suffused the flesh, sensitizing me more than ever. The pinching was intense, but not painful as the nipple clamps had been when they were first placed on me. I was incredibly aware of my clit and labia. I writhed when Betra’s breath caressed me.

  “Sweet captive pussy.” Betra’s lips closed over my distended clit yet again, the gentlest of kisses.

  As tender as he was, the clip had rendered me susceptible to the slightest contact. A firebolt went off at his touch. How I kept from climaxing, I’ll never know. My entire body went rigid as I fought to keep from disobeying Oses. I strained, fighting against what I wanted so desperately.

  The moment passed, leaving me sweating and shaking in its wake. I screamed at my lovers. “I can’t! Please, I can’t!”

  “Do not defy me,” Oses said. “Do not come.”

  Betra’s devious glance warned me a bare second before he gave my straining clit a slow lick. Oh sweet prophets, I was right there, teetering on the brink. My womanhood convulsed, a pre-orgasm spasm. My teeth ground together as I went taut, begging myself not to give in.

  Betra groaned as he watched me. “We haven’t done this room justice, but I can’t take much more,” he told Oses.

  “Neither can I. She is too beautiful. All I wish for is to bury myself in her.”

  They stepped away. I cried out, thinking myself abandoned. Oses stroked my cheek and Betra did the same with my thighs.

  “You have performed well, Matara. We will all claim our reward.”

  The platform moved again, settling into its original horizontal position before raising so that it was about hip-height to my lovers. Then it swiveled, placing me so that the window wall was on my right side.

  In a flurry of movement, Oses untethered my arms, and Betra, my legs. I blinked up at the Nobek as his big hand cradled the back of my skull. His cocks waved stiff and glistening from his body. I remembered what he’d said about me painting them ruby with my red-stained lips.

  The surface beneath my head fell away at the same instant that it disappeared from beneath my legs. I was supported from shoulders to ass, my head held by Oses. His grip slid down to the nape of my neck, putting me at the perfect position for a mouthful of manhood.

  I licked my lips, seeing the dark purplish tip weep a drop of pleasure. Oses gripped his smaller secondary and pointed it up, out of the way. His hips swung forward. I opened to take him.

  There was a concert of groans from the audience as the Nobek’s livid flesh entered. My voice joined in. His wild and spicy flavor exploded on my tongue. I swallowed the lubricant flowing from his pores and stroked him with my tongue, begging for more.

  Oses rocked, driving deeper with each thrust. I relaxed my throat, swallowing to take him as far as possible.

  As he fucked my face, Betra grasped my calf. My ankle was propped on his shoulder. I knew the position opened me so that the audience would be able to watch Betra take me. He wasted no time in bringing his cocks to my pussy and ass. I felt them branding hot at my openings.

  He shoved, tunneling in, forcing me to yield to him. Though I was tight, we were both slick. It took Betra little effort to burrow in, stretching me to accommodate him. I had a lot to concentrate on what with deep-throating Oses as well. The internal mantra relax, relax, relax pounded in rhythm with my wildly beating heart.

  Betra’s groin brushed against my clipped and engorged clit. He was fully in. Elec
tricity zapped up my spine, birthing jolts through my limbs.

  It was probably the final moment I possessed a coherent thought. Oses and Betra pounded hard and fast, fucking me as if their lives depended on it. While they did so, Oses plucked at my clamped nipples. The desperate pleasure was superseded only by Betra doing the same to my clit.

  I was lost in a crazed maelstrom of blistering heat, a raging fiend of ecstasy that burned solely to consume me. I gripped Oses thighs as he had me because I saw the claw marks later. Ravening, brutal elation tore through me, demanding manifestation. I struggled to birth that wondrous, awful craving before it tore me to shreds, but it wouldn’t release. It raced to and fro inside the cage of my body, searching for a path out, trying to batter an exit to freedom.