Being watched added spice to what Oses did to me. I had a weakness for being on display as I enjoyed my lover’s attentions. My swollen clit throbbed, occasionally rewarded with a quick lick or kiss. I buried my fingers in Oses’s coarse hair, letting my fingers tangle as his feeding strengthened. Soon I had to fight off moans as he devoured me.
My crotch tingled with delight, arousal once more the main focus. My hips bucked involuntarily, entreating for more. Oses’s answer was to stop. He rose up straight, his gaze glittering.
He moved so fast that I felt the slap against my delicate womanhood before I registered what had happened. Pain bloomed with heady magnificence. All the breath left me in a shocked whoosh.
Tears stung, and I smashed my mouth closed to keep a cry from erupting. My thighs slammed together.
“No, no, naughty pet,” Oses chastised. “Open your legs and keep them open. This pussy is mine to use as I deem fit.”
Though I feared another smack, I obeyed immediately. He was right that it belonged to him. I had no choice in the matter. I spread.
Oses bent. He found my secret flesh again, soothing the sting with raindrop kisses.
Throbbing hurt resolved into pulsing need. I twisted on the tabletop as Oses kissed, lapped, licked, nibbled, and plundered me to the brink of orgasm. Then he spanked my pussy twice. Resounding agony crashed against me, quickly replaced by crazed longing as he mouthed me once again.
The next instance when he smacked my trembling flesh, I felt only agonized want. I grabbed at the front of his formsuit, desperate for him to finish me. I spoke not with my voice but with an anguished gaze and breathy sobs.
His slow smile was that of supreme satisfaction. He rose to his feet and leaned over me. Propping himself by my shoulder, he opened the crotch of his uniform. His cocks emerged; swollen, distended, dripping with desire.
I wordlessly spread my thighs farther apart, beseeching him to fuck me. Oses’s hips lowered. His larger primary cock tip found my opening and teased in until the smaller cock bumped against my ass. He made a slight adjustment to make it nestle against my rear entrance.
With no warning Oses shoved hard, burying himself with a brutal thrust. By that point, my body no longer cared if it was given pain or pleasure. All that mattered was sensation, and the rawer, the better.
Oses rode me with ferocious power, demanding I surrender to orgasm. I did within seconds, clinging to him with all my strength as his weight pinned me to the table and his groin pounded against mine. Again and again, his cocks drove into me to claim all they could. Over and over, I gave in to the crashing climaxes that swept through to tear me apart. Despite the gag, I had enough leeway to bite into my lover’s shoulder. I had to in order to muffle the cries I could no longer hold back. I tasted Oses’s blood.
His growl was low and forceful as he filled me with his seed. I came once more and fell strengthless to the table. After a minute, Oses sagged on top of me, blanketing me with his hard body.
As soon as we were able to move, Betra removed my gag. The bit was mangled where my back teeth had dug in. Oses snatched it from Betra and tucked it in his pouch with a satisfied expression. “My trophy,” he whispered. What a nut.
Betra handed Oses a cup of water and held mine as I gulped. My grip was too shaky to hold the glass myself. My liaison laid me on the lounger and covered me in a soft blanket as I recovered.
The Imdiko had already cleaned the scratches I’d given him. Once I had my fill of water, Betra set to work on the nasty bite I’d bequeathed Oses, wiping the blood off and smearing antibiotic cream over the injury. The weapons commander didn’t flinch despite the jagged oval of deep chewing marks. If anything, he appeared absurdly proud. It made Betra snicker.
We had plenty of time to pull ourselves together. On the monitor, Anrel slept on, undisturbed by the activity. We chuckled as we congratulated ourselves. You’d think we’d gotten away with robbing a bank.
Looking at my marked companions and catching my own disheveled appearance in the mirror, I thought we deserved our self-satisfaction. We’d been quiet, but we had still managed to wreck ourselves pretty good.
August 22, early
Dramok Resan. Asshole. Motherfucker. Stupid piece of shit that should be given to Tragooms, except Tragooms deserve better.
I’d say I hate the man, but hate is such a mild word. Hate doesn’t begin to cover it. Not in the least.
If there wasn’t so much to fear in this universe, I’d be done with him. I’m in pretty good health, considering. There is no need for physical therapy anymore, which is among the duties Resan performs on the ship. But no, I have a crazed psychopathic stalker coming after me and Anrel. I have to be the universe’s biggest trouble magnet, attracting every evil creature in existence. I need to train for absolute fitness. Of course, the man who is the top trainer on this ship, the man who Oses says must be my trainer, is Dramok Resan.
Our hatred is mutual. There is one thing and one thing only that we agree on: our abhorrence of each other has no real basis. It’s just there. You know how when you despise a person, the least irritation that you’d laugh off from anybody else gets blown all out of proportion? It can be just the tiniest insignificant quirk, but when it comes to that person you can’t stand, it’s apocalyptic. That is Resan for me, and me for Resan. We can’t glance at each other without disgust curling our lips. We go out of our way to drive each other into madness. It turns out Resan is a lot more skilled at assholery than I am. I guess that’s good, since I don’t prefer to be a jerk in general. But it would be nice to out-asshole him once in a while. It would be awesome to make him shut up just once.
Today was not the day that happened. The son of a bitch won another round. Just thinking about it makes me want to take his head off.
Physical training starts off with a jog. I’m up to half a mile, typically trotting routes through corridors. Candy and Katrina were with me as usual, and running slightly better than me as usual. Katrina has kept herself fit and trim for all her life. She’s that awful breed of person that is a born athlete, I believe. Candy and I are younger, but we’d both recently recovered from being infected by a hostile organism and massive doses of poison. Plus I’d had Anrel. We go a little slower, me particularly so.
We were on our jog this morning, huffing and puffing around the ship. Betra was taking care of Anrel, so I was able to concentrate on the workouts that were coming. Or I would have been, except Resan jogged along with us. Insults as usual were on tap, taking me out of what might have otherwise been an invigorating exercise and turning it into torture.
“Earthers are so weak. What a waste of skin. Is this the best you weaklings can do? Shalia, if you go any slower, I’ll run over you. Pick your feet up! This isn’t a sightseeing tour!”
It certainly wasn’t his best insulting, but imagine this monologue going on the ENTIRE JOG. Nonstop. He ran right behind me, practically snarling in my ear, telling me I wasted his time, I was lazy, I was worthless, I was ... well, pick your most demeaning term. I’ve learned to not hold back in my efforts. I paced myself because I was determined to make the entire distance. Sweet prophets, the hell Resan would have given me if I couldn’t finish. I can say with no second thoughts whatsoever that I worked hard.
I craved to be strong. I saw big changes in my body at long last. The pooch of my post-pregnancy belly was melting off me. I was developing toned muscles where I’d never had them, even at my healthiest. Exercise was a kind of drug once I had gotten past how much I hated doing it. I looked forward to making my body move, to it firming up and get stronger. I might have even enjoyed the actual work if it weren’t for the hateful creature who was in charge of making me fit.
“Why don’t you just give up? You’ll never amount to anything. This is a waste of everyone’s energy.”
I enjoyed visions of my fist punching that blathering mouth as I continued.
Today’s route took us through the ship’s central area. The promenade is a large circular spa
ce. In the center is a fantastic hologram of the star system that makes up the Kalquorian Empire. Shops and clubs line the walkway for use of the crew and passengers.
Knowing Resan as I do, I riveted my stare on Candy’s back as I jogged around the floating sun and the planets that orbited it. I ignored the pretty hologram, a constant reminder to the crew of what greater good they worked for. I neither noted the people we passed nor acknowledged calls of hello or encouragement. I spared not a single glance at the stores that carried mostly goods for Kalquorian males, though a few items were there for us Earther girls too. I didn’t glance in the direction of our finished dance club that would celebrate its opening tonight. I most especially didn’t peek at the black door of the pleasure club that sat next door to it.
I focused on giving Resan as little ammo to attack me with, not that he ever needed any. Which he abruptly proved in a new, humiliating twist.
I damned near jumped out of my skin when he blared as loud as an announcer with a microphone. “Move it, Shalia Monroe! Can you believe this Earther princess, trying to run?”
I searched for him. It was the start of day shift, and the night shift was taking care of errands as they came off work. That meant there was plenty of the Kalquorian crew moving about. Resan’s amplified carnival barker shouts got their attention.
I heard snickers and saw amused grins from onlookers as Resan went on yapping. “What a pathetic creature. Lusgo worms move faster than her! I walk faster than you trot, Tragoom meat!”
I located the big hateful jerk, who now trotted along a few feet to my right. At least he had to do that much, not walking as he claimed. Still, it was a slow trot for Resan’s long legs.
I guess if my vision weren’t so blurred by hatred, I’d think him attractive. Instead, I like to pick out his physical shortcomings. His eyes are too big and round. His nose a bit too pointy. I’ve seen handsomer.
He spoke into a silvery square box as he stared directly at me. Yep, a voice amplifier. Son of a bitch.
“Shalia Monroe, slowest woman in the universe. My grandmother, may she live forever, runs faster than you.”
“In her best gown,” I added with him. Resan must have been scraping bottom for his insults because he was starting to repeat himself.
It was embarrassing. My face was hot, not entirely from exertion. My stomach did a slow, sick roll the way it tended to when I was insulted in front of others. I’d be lying if I failed to admit I felt the urge to cry as Resan continued to ridicule me in front of so many people, braying it loud and echoing throughout the promenade.
This was what excited Betra? This horrible humiliation that made me feel small and insignificant? Pathetic? I would never judge my Imdiko lover for his urges, but I sure don’t get it. Not a bit.
I didn’t cry or react. I grimly kept going. We finally left the ship’s center to finish in Resan’s training room.
We made it there, us three gals gasping for air. My legs trembled as I went up to the stack of hourglass-shaped grav-bells. I selected one and dialed it to ten pounds. Candy and Katrina walked to opposite ends of the room, working off the tightness in their muscles. The mirror in front of me showed Resan swaggering up from behind me. He still held the voice amplifier.
I turned, pivoting on the ball of my foot, my arm arcing around. I released the grav-bell, aiming it for Resan’s chest. He’s too damned tall for me to have gone for his head.
Those big eyes of his widened even more as he jerked aside to avoid getting hit. I dashed forward while he dodged the grav-bell. I aimed a kick at the hand holding the amplifier. Direct hit. Oses would have been proud to witness me execute his training so well.
The silver box dropped from Resan’s grip and landed on the floor. I stomped it and felt it give under my shoe with a satisfying crunch. I glared into Resan’s stunned face.
“If you ever pull such a stunt again, it’ll be your mouth that gets smashed,” I snarled. “Don’t you ever humiliate me like that.”
“Oh, was the princess embarrassed? Were her feelings hurt?” Resan sneered, recovering from his surprise in a hurry.
An all-too familiar scent wafted from him. I couldn’t believe it. I checked the crotch of his pants. Oh hell no. They were tenting. The bastard was getting aroused.
It was my turn to be shocked. “You disgusting piece of garbage,” I gasped, stepping back.
He shrugged, not worried about it in the least. “Your disgrace is my delight. Deal with it.” He grinned. “Now that I’m aware of how much you hate being humbled in front of others, I’ll be using it at every opportunity.”
With that, he threw down the gauntlet. For the next few minutes, Resan and I screamed obscenities at each other. Usually we don’t reach that point until the middle of the session. Threats of bodily harm were traded. We ranted and raged.
While we were at it, we worked. I have become quite the multi-tasker when it comes to training and cursing at once. I noted Resan maintained a close eye when I used weights that were light enough to toss in his direction. Ha! At least I’d given him something to think about.
Candy worked doggedly as she usually does, letting Resan’s occasional tirades in her direction spur her into doing more. Katrina rolled her eyes at his attempts to put her down, laughed at him, and even once outright yawned in his face, as if he bored her. It was their usual.
Since I was the only one he got a rise out of, he focused most of the abuse on me. That was fine. I searched for a valid excuse to go for bodily harm. Unfortunately, my chance at surprise had been used. I had no hope of going toe-to-toe with a battle-tested Dramok used to training brutal Nobeks.
Resan kept pushing, even to the point of keeping me longer than Candy and Katrina. He insisted I owed him for throwing his equipment at him and missing. “Pathetic display,” he snorted. “A Nobek in his first year of training camp would have hit me.”
But I’d caught the instant of surprise on his stupid mug. I’d scored against him for once. That was what really made him mad.
I trained an extra half hour until I couldn’t lift even half a pound any longer. Yet he kept dogging me. “Where are you going?” he demanded as I stored equipment and wiped it down.
“To be with my baby. I’m done.” My voice was ragged after all the screaming.
“I didn’t say you’re done. It’s what I expected. You’re a quitter.”
“Fuck you.” I turned to the door.
“Not in your wildest fantasies, Earther.” Resan moved fast to stand by the exit so I’d have to pass by him on my way out. “But I’ll be glad to make you cry in front of everyone else. It will give me something to consider during my ... alone time.”
He stroked the crotch of his shorts as he spoke, smiling in that hateful manner of his. I swear, if I had been able to, I would have yanked both his cocks off and crammed them down his throat.
I stormed out. Instead of heading to my quarters, I went to visit Oses.
I am not a tattletale. First of all, I asked to be trained as any Nobek would be. Being belittled by my instructors is part of that. Tear you down, build you back up stronger. Make you mad to prove us wrong, is the reasoning. However, I thought Resan had gone too far. Never mind that the innuendo turned my stomach on a purely visceral level. Resan might have the right to humiliate me, but he was NOT talking to me in a sexual context. Even though I knew I did no more for him than he did for me.
My timing couldn’t have been better. Early morning shift means Weapons Subcommander Ebnad is on the bridge while Oses goes over the night shift’s reports in his office. Oses sat at his desk as I swooped in.
I was flattered that he switched his computer to pause the second I set foot in the room. The floating monitor winked out, and he folded his arms on top of his large desk and nodded to the chair in front of it. “Door closed,” he ordered. His eyes riveted on me, giving me his undivided attention.
I flung myself in the chair, too worked up to enjoy sitting after my brutal workout. I raked my fingers throu
gh sweat-soaked hair, not caring the mess I was. Oses has seen me worse.
“Resan?” he guessed.
I blew out a breath. “I don’t expect you to take up for me without cause. It diminishes me in his eyes – ha! As if he could think any worse of me. But there have to be some limits set on certain things.”
“Like?”
“Sexual harassment.”
Oses’s controlled expression darkened. “Explain.”
I told him about the whole issue with Resan embarrassing me on the promenade, me flinging a weight at him, and then him later touching himself in a sensual manner with the promise he’d be fantasizing about me. “I hate the humiliation he put me through, but that’s not a big deal to you guys. I’m not bitching about that. However, that business of him being lewd—”
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