Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  Betra’s brows lowered. He was pretty secure in that the weapons commander wouldn’t touch him in a fashion that upset his strictly heterosexual nature. His response came because he’s as control-happy as Oses. His hesitation was all about not liking being told what to do.

  Oses glowered at him. “Get undressed and I promise it’ll be worth your while. If you don’t, you can leave. Later I’ll drag you to the pleasure club and whip you naked in front of an audience after telling them how disobedient you are. I’ll do many other things too to shame you, things the crew will talk of for years.”

  Betra’s eyes widened. His respiration quickened. As domineering as he can be, he also has a weakness for being humiliated. A lot of the time, the threat of being shamed in front of others is enough to flip his switch.

  This was one of those times. His clothes went flying off faster than mine, revealing a sumptuous frame covered in muscle. Visualize Michelangelo’s David sculpture. Glue two huge cocks on it, and you have a pretty accurate idea of Betra’s physique. Yow.

  Oses took a long, slow look at his honorary clanmate. Betra shrank from that searching glare, but again it was the humiliation angle. That was clear from how his masculine flesh jerked and began to glisten with the lubricating juices that seeped from his pores.

  Oses came to himself with a visible shiver. “Go sit on the lounger. I’ll tell you when you’re needed.” He grinned, a dangerous, unpleasant expression that left me simultaneously nervous and needy. “Play with yourself for my enjoyment while you watch, but do not climax.”

  Betra chewed on his lower lip. He ducked and went to the sofa-like lounger. He sat down and stroked himself, his gaze locked on Oses as if enthralled. Boy, that Nobek knows how to play him.

  When it comes to Oses, I have no room to be smug. He has me figured out too.

  Oses dragged his gaze from Betra to me. I dropped my eyes in proper submission. I was naked and kneeling at his feet with my hands on the nape of my neck and arms wide to display my breasts. My thighs parted as far as they could go too to show off my eager pussy.

  I think I heard the Nobek’s breath catch. I’d prefer to think I did. My post-baby/illness body is not quite what I want it to be, but it’s getting there. Most of the pooch has diminished, and there is muscle instead of stick limbs. I’m not as self-conscious about how I appear as I was a few weeks ago.

  “Very good, pet,” Oses rumbled. “Very, very good.”

  A rush of warmth filled me to have his approval. Heat of another kind filled me as he reached down and grasped a nipple. He pinched, and I moaned at the exquisite sensation.

  “Remember, you are not to make a sound,” Oses warned. “You’ll be silent during our play. Obey or you’ll receive no orgasm.”

  Boy, talk about incentive to stay quiet. I pressed my lips together as Oses gave another pinch, along with a slight twist. Pain stabbed into my flesh. I shuddered as arousal flared white-hot.

  I’m pretty sure I dripped on the floor. Surrendering my will to the Nobek was heady excitement. Not being able to voice mingled hurt and lust somehow thrilled me more. Being silenced rendered submission profounder than usual.

  Oses tapped my lips. “Open.”

  I did as I was told, and he placed the bit in my mouth. It was rubbery but firm, jamming my teeth apart and pinning my tongue down. Oses pulled the straps to the rear of my skull and buckled them together, making sure my hair wasn’t caught painfully. He ran a finger between my cheek and the strap that held the bit in place. “Too tight?”

  I shook my head. It was snug but not uncomfortable.

  “Go to the table then. Bend over it, ass toward Betra.”

  I crawled over to the small but sturdy table that sat in front of the Imdiko. Betra worked himself, his chest rising and falling noticeably as he masturbated. He watched me move toward him on all fours, my breasts swaying as I crawled. A sigh escaped his lips.

  As I passed Oses, the Nobek reached for his boot, which came to just below his knee. He drew out a long length of ... well, it appeared to be a riding crop to me. I chomped on my gag and kept moving.

  It was Betra who the Nobek waved the tip of the crop at. It shook just under the Imdiko’s nose. “You’ll remain as quiet as Shalia. If ... and I stress ‘if’ ... I allow you to climax, you’ll do so without sound.”

  A shadow of anger drifted over Betra’s expression, but need eclipsed it quickly. He lowered his gaze from Oses’s and nodded. His lips pressed together.

  I got to the table, kneeling in front of Betra. I bent my torso over its mirror-shiny black surface.

  “Very nice, pet,” Oses said. Despite the approving words, his tone was low and dangerous. “Spread your legs. Give this undeserving Imdiko a view of your sweet, wet pussy.”

  I did as I was told. There are many things I love about submitting to a strong man. Not having to figure out what I was supposed to do was among them. All I had to do was obey. That could be difficult to do at times, but for the most part, it simplified things.

  “Lovely,” Oses said. “Look at that gorgeous woman, Betra. Stare at her ass and cunt. Think about how incredible it feels to have your pricks in those.”

  I couldn’t see Betra’s reaction. Since he was commanded to silence, I didn’t hear one either. Oses’s low laugh informed me something had happened though.

  “That’s it. I spy that pre-cum leaking from you. You’ll observe me stripe her pretty ass with my pinrok. You’ll watch her jerk under my discipline, unable to cry out. And you’ll fuck her tight pussy with your fingers at the same time.”

  Oh merciful prophets. My breath stopped when I heard what was about to happen to me. I found the edge of the table and gripped with all I had.

  Something stiff and narrow slid down my lower back and over my rump. I was so keyed up that I nearly forgot myself. A cry swelled in my throat. At the last possible moment, I shut the yell down.

  “You may begin, Imdiko. Use her hard. And keep masturbating.”

  Thick digits, two of them, shoved inside me. A thunderclap shuddered through me. Betra knew exactly where to apply pressure, crooking his fingertips to rub against the front of my sheath. Again it was all I could do to not call out. My foot rose and fell, kicking the floor.

  Betra pumped, his palm colliding with my clit with every inward thrust. I denied the breathless yells that fought to get out. I knew I tended to be vocal when having sex, but I’d never realized how much until I had to stay silent.

  “That’s it,” Oses encouraged. “Fuck that hungry pussy. Give her another. Pull on your cock harder.”

  The added width of Betra’s third finger damned near crossed my eyes. I chewed the hell out of the gag, biting off moans. I could hear Betra gasping too, a tormented but voiceless hiss of heightening arousal.

  There was a noise, then a second in quick succession, almost as if a twig snapped in a couple of places. Snick-snick. What on earth was it?

  As two fiery trails blazed across my buttocks, I figured it out. Oses’s crop-thing, what he called a pinrok, had been brought into play. I inhaled sharply and dug my teeth into the bit to quell the need to yell.

  Lines of lava dug into my rear as snick-snick-snick played in a steady rhythm. Meanwhile Betra shoved in and out of my clenching sex, driving me crazy with need. I hung onto the table with white-knuckled fists as rapture and agony fought for supremacy. Meanwhile my feet flailed, and I wriggled in helpless ecstasy-anguish. Tears dripped to the polished black surface beneath me. Air hissed in and out of my clenched jaw as I battled to keep from screaming.

  In the midst of the maelstrom, eager lust broke through, ready to devour. Oh dear prophets. I teetered on the edge of climax already. That fast, I felt it steamrolling through me. The heat of Oses’s crop sank deep into my flesh, feeding the growing surges of exhilaration. Betra thrust over and over, the friction driving desire’s teeth deeper.

  My sex seized, clamping down on the Imdiko. Delicious pulses of sheer bliss billowed through my core. Usually I lose my
self to the moment, letting pleasure eclipse all control. This time I had to remain at least partly in command of myself. I had to stay silent. The demand that I do so strengthened the seismic rumbles of climax, as if my body fought to undo my obedience to Oses.

  I was so focused on keeping quiet that I failed to realize when the Nobek stopped whipping me. As the last convulsion ebbed, I found that the crop and Betra had left me.

  Rough hands seized my bottom, kneading and bringing the pain to new life. I pressed my forehead to the table and fought off a moan. Oses had a sadistic streak in him.

  “Well done, pet,” he said. “Turn over on your back. Betra is going to fuck you.”

  My movements were sluggish, and I came close to hissing when my ass met the surface. Yep, Nobek Sadist was in control, and he was bent on making me prove my submission. The joy in his gaze, along with the swelling of his crotch, showed he enjoyed having Betra and I at his questionable mercy.

  Betra shuddered all over as he stood over me. His gaze darted between my splayed body and Oses. He knew as well as I that the weapons commander was not going to let him simply have sex with me.

  “On your knees. You’re only attracted to females. Show me how well you fuck one.” Oses’s grin was scary to behold.

  Betra swallowed and glanced at the pinrok the Nobek held. He sank to his knees.

  “That’s correct,” Oses told him. “You are going to feel it too, here and now. Or we can take it out into the corridor for the rest of the ship to witness and discover how you enjoy it. And you do like it, Betra. You don’t want to, but you do. It makes you weak. It makes you a plaything. So be the toy you are, and perform for me.”

  The look on Betra’s face expressed he wasn’t sure whether he was in heaven or hell. Oses played mind games as well as humiliating him big time. Betra’s warring drives were indeed toys for the Nobek to play with, and he amused himself to no end.

  Betra quaked with either excitement or repressed fury. Maybe both. Similar to my confused reaction to pleasure and pain, he was fiercely aroused by the mixture. I saw the veins pulsing in his cocks. He lined them up with my trembling openings.

  He bit his lower lip as he slipped within me. My breath caught as the thick erections eased in, their widening girth expanding the walls that fit snugly about him. Then came the slightest whisper, a near whimper. I clenched my jaw, refusing to voice the consuming bliss that lit as Betra filled me.

  From the strain on the Imdiko’s face, he battled just as mightily to keep soundless. He screwed his eyes shut. His head shook slightly, as if he begged himself no. It struck me then how strange it was to have sex without noise. Never had silence rung so loud.

  Betra sank in. Most noticeable was how the pressure of his groin hurt my cropped butt. I swallowed a moan of mingled hurt and arousal.

  He grabbed my legs and propped them up on his shoulders. The position allowed him to burrow deeper into me. Now it was me shaking my head, telling myself not to call out. Betra bumped into something inside that sent exquisite torment shivering through my gut. I gushed wetness around the shaft rooted in me. He gasped.

  Oses’s pinrok uttered its twig-snapping tune. Betra jolted, jerking around to stare at the weapons commander, who smiled grimly at him. “Fuck her, boy,” the Nobek ordered.

  The pinrok came down again. Pain flashed across Betra’s face, but he did not protest Oses cropping him. Indeed, his features took on a smoldering quality, first as he gazed the Nobek, then at me.

  The thrusts came strong and steady, filling and emptying me with a friction that made my eyes roll. Each inward jab was accompanied by a flash of searing sensation as Betra’s lower body met with my butt. His girth rubbed unceasing against my g-spot. The tip of his primary cock kept brushing up against that point of bliss-hurt deep in me. My feet kicked in the air, my toes curling. I grabbed hold of his biceps, my fingernails digging into his flesh.

  The only sounds were our heavy panting, the slapping of our bodies as we found each other over and over, and the steady snick-snick-snick of Oses’s pinrok painting lines on Betra’s ass. It was so strange without us moaning and yelling out as exquisite lust drew us deeper into its thrall.

  “More. Give her more,” Oses urged Betra. The crop picked up the pace, and the Imdiko shuddered.

  With each in-stroke, Betra ground against me, rubbing his pubis against my clit. Dazzling bolts of electricity zapped through my core, setting every hair on end. I arched, my back leaving the surface. My mouth widened for the scream I would not let come. I held on for dear life as orgasm swallowed me.

  As soon as my thrashing slowed, Oses’s cold demand crawled over us. “Make her do it again.”

  Betra hammered against me. This time it was the molten friction against my inner hotspot that set me off into heavenly destruction. I bucked so powerfully, I almost threw Betra off. Yet I managed not to scream.

  “You may come, my Imdiko,” came the uncharacteristic soft tone rarely heard from the weapons commander.

  Despite the gentle tone, the crop snapped faster than ever, almost a steady hum. In spite of it ... or perhaps partly because of it ... Betra managed only two more thrusts before his cocks jerked within me. He came violently, his gut noticeably wrenching with the strength of climax. He crouched over me as it happened. His fist slammed down on the table top. Somehow, he managed not to voice the shattering ecstasy, though his expression displayed exquisite torment.

  Oses stopped whipping Betra as the Imdiko shivered and panted. Tears dripped from Betra to fall down my cheeks. His arms, braced on either side of me, quaked as if ready to give out any second. At last the strong pulses of his cocks ebbed, his passion spent.

  When Betra’s elbows did buckle, Oses’s muscled arm was already wrapped around his waist to catch him. The Nobek eased Betra away, carefully pulling him from me to settle him on the lounger once more. Oses didn’t hurry the process. He also kept from touching Betra for any longer than was necessary to get him settled in such a manner that the unsteady Imdiko wouldn’t fall and hurt himself.

  Once Betra was taken care of, Oses straightened and stared at us both lying lax and strengthless. He drew in a breath and rubbed a hand over his forehead. He appeared impressed. “That was amazing.”

  He sat next to me where I splayed in my best impression of a limp noodle. I refused to pretend to think I wouldn’t be up for more shenanigans. Oses is too damned incredible when it comes to sex. I might have had no strength at that instant, but he’d get my libido cooking again, or my name wasn’t Shalia Elizabeth Monroe.

  The Nobek checked me over, a slight smile creasing his handsomely rough face. “You look so well fucked, pet. If there is anything more beautiful than a woman after she’s been sexually satisfied, I can’t imagine it. When I allow you to speak again, the first thing you’ll say is ‘Thank you, Betra.’”

  I managed a wan smile because that’s all I had energy for. It was nice of Oses to manage a compliment for both me and Betra in the same statement. It made Betra smile too.

  Oses’s calloused hand stroked down my throat. He watched it skim over my chest, each breast, and my stomach. On cue, heat curled in my belly. Yep, I wasn’t finished yet. Not as long as that Nobek required me to be aroused.

  He bent over to suckle on a breast. Bliss trickled through the mound at the wet warmth of his attention. I closed my eyes to take in the sweetness. His raspy tongue whirled around my areola, making my nipple swell stiff. That combination of gentle and rough sent a shiver through me.

  The sensation left. I cracked an eyelid open to see if my other breast was about to get its fair share.

  Oses smirked at me. His hand flashed. The palm smacked against the side of my breast, shocking me with a smarting flare. My mouth opened wide.

  He put a finger to his grinning lips. “Shh, pet.”

  I choked down the nearly shouted surprise. Heat pulsed from my tit, and my twat took notice. It throbbed with sympathy and interest.

  Oses bent to take the other brea
st. Sweet and gentle once more. Only for the moment, I knew. I was right. After his coarse-velvet tongue teased the nipple into a rigid peak, he delivered a sharp spank to it too. I was ready for it in that I didn’t come close to yelling. But I sure twisted a lot as fire sank into the mound.

  With that pleased leer that exposed how much the Nobek enjoyed himself, he slid from the table to kneel on the floor. Moving as sinuous as a serpent, he positioned himself between my thighs. Gazing at my pussy, his naughty grin faded. Hunger sparked in his stare.

  Those coarse fingertips moved to the plump folds, parting them with tender care. Oses leaned forward to deliver a worshipful kiss, his eyes closing as he tasted me. I shivered with delight to feel his lips and tongue slide against wet, trembling flesh.

  He entered me, tasting the copious juices seeping out. I dimly thought that Oses must also taste Betra’s seed. I glanced at the Imdiko, wondering if it had occurred to him too. If it had, Betra wasn’t bothered in the least. He watched Oses lap and swallow, his sated expression showing only pleasure as he continued to recover from orgasm. Betra appreciated the show.