Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  “Perfect. Well trained, pretty girl, to be ready for my touch anywhere I choose.” As if to underscore his words, he fondled each breast in turn, as if he had every right to enjoy me. My insides melted at his assured touch. I went softer as he got to one knee and put his hands between my legs. He fingered my womanhood, stroking up and down the slit. Then two fingers pushed within, claiming that too. I quaked to be played with, his to explore. To control.

  He smirked as I shuddered. “Is the dildo in your room? In the usual place?”

  “Yes,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure if I was excited or disappointed to hear he planned to use the toy on me. I kind of preferred the real thing. But

  I said nothing as he went to my sleeping room and returned with the vibrator Katrina had given me for Christmas, along with the bottle of lubricating gel I probably didn’t need. I was so wet I was certain I must be dripping.

  “On all fours, head on the floor, ass in the air.”

  I obeyed. I heard the sound of him squirting gel. A moment later, the slick push of the dildo eased in a couple of inches. It retreated then forged in again, a little more than before.

  In and out, in and out. Betra made me take more of the vibrator a bit at a time, slowly fucking me with the toy until it was embedded to the controls. Filling me. He turned it on, and it shivered to life, humming in my sheath.

  “You will resume your earlier position, up on your knees, legs spread, hands behind your neck,” Betra said. “You will keep that pussy tight, not allowing the dildo to fall out. If it does come out, you will be punished.”

  Ah hell. With the vibrator tapered like a Kalquorian cock, coated liberally with gel and me slick enough to lube the transport’s engine parts, I wouldn’t be able to stop the dildo from slipping out. I would lose. Which was the point.

  I’d no sooner started to straighten when the dildo began to slip. I clenched as hard as I could, trying not to disobey so early in the game. I only slowed its progress. I managed to straighten up before it slid through my drenched folds. Two seconds later, it hit the floor with a solid thunk.

  “You are not a well-behaved slave,” Betra sighed. “Face down again.”

  Dread and anticipation chasing through my belly, I did as I was told. The first thing Betra did was insert the vibrator once more. It sat on the hot spot at the front of my sheath, curling my toes. Damn it, I wanted to fuck.

  “Bad slave.” The floor creaked as he moved. His palm settled between my shoulders, so I figured out he’d knelt next to me.

  There was a loud cracking sound. My ass cheek blazed in hideous agony. I cried out, the first tears prickling. But Betra’s palm whacking my butt had shifted the vibrator, bringing a cascade of sublime excitement through my sex. The heat of his strike pulsed deep within me. Knowing I had to remain still, to give myself over for the spanking, sent the excitement higher.

  He struck the other ass cheek. More hurt. More effervescent thrills bubbling in my gut. I moaned, a riot of desire.

  The spanking was thorough, his powerful hand not missing an inch of my aching rear. I clutched rhythmically at the vibrator, trying to fuck the damned thing. I sobbed in anguish, hungering for sex for real.

  He rubbed his palm over my punished flesh, re-igniting the sensations that drove me crazy. “What a lovely ass. It demanded a wearing out. Up on your knees.”

  If I’d been drenched before, I was a sopping mess now. No good could come of this, but I couldn’t disobey him either. Besides, who was I kidding? He could have punished me all day long and I would have enjoyed it.

  I went up on my knees. Before I was half up – thunk. Dildo down and out.

  Betra shook his head, his expression disappointed. His eyes were laughing, however. I could smell his amusement as sure as I could his arousal. What a rogue.

  “The spanking had no effect on you,” he sighed. “Fine. On your back, bad girl.”

  I obeyed. Because I thought he wished me to, I kept my fingers laced behind my neck, my elbows out wide. My legs too, though I hissed and raised my rump to get the hurting part off the floor. Betra tsked me. He put his palm flat on my belly, insisting I make painful contact. The ache burned deep within, turning into something shockingly exciting.

  He smiled fondly at my cunt, picked up the vibrator, and pushed it in me. He patted me, letting my clit experience the contact. I arched and whimpered at the throb. He leaned forward and gave the swollen bit a light kiss. “Such a pretty pussy.”

  He used his thumbs to pull at the folds of my labia, inspecting how the dildo snuggled in the inner lips. He rubbed on the outside of them, bringing them into intense contact with the thrumming toy. “That’s my girl. Getting nice and swollen for me. I’d prefer your sex more swollen, though. You’ll be so tight when I shove my cock in you.”

  He pumped the dildo in and out, watching as he made me take it. Very much on display, I couldn’t keep from squirming.

  “So wet,” he murmured as he fucked me with the vibe. “I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you so wet. You smell divine.”

  He bent down, his lips parting, tongue peeking out. My heart froze in my chest as he breathed on me. Then he licked up the side of my pulsing slit, all the way up to circle my straining clit. He kept pleasuring me with the dildo while he teased my most sensitive flesh.

  My feet rose in the air, kicking. It was as if a part of me were trying to run from the wonderful torment Betra subjected me to. It was almost too much to be endured. My nerve endings were frazzling, rocketing into overload.

  He peeked up at me and paused to grin. “I’ll shove my cocks in and pound you until you scream from coming so hard.”

  Before I could find the sense to reply, he went at my clit with that talented tongue. My legs kicked again, then hung suspended in the air, shaking violently. Hell, my insides quaked just as strongly. He was destroying me with pleasure.

  A finger traced over my tighter entrance, teasing the rosette. Then he pushed in, demanding I surrender myself to him. I did so, opening to let this new invader in.

  The thrumming vibrator pumped within me. A finger also thrusting in and out. His tongue running slow, lazy circles around my eager clit. I lay there, a helpless sacrifice for his enjoyment, not knowing how long he would continue the torture … only knowing I must surrender to it. I suffered and offered that to him too, my desperate moans given freely.

  He put a second finger in me, simultaneously angling the dildo so it vibrated on my internal hotspot. He sucked my clit into his mouth, lapping around its sides. I sobbed without shame, straining for more as the passion verged toward torture.

  He drove the vibrator against my G-spot, setting off violent rushes of rapture. My sobs turned into harsh gasps as climax swooped towards me. I was nearly there … close … so very close…

  He eased the vibrator out of me and shut its loud buzz off. He withdrew all contact, leaving me hovering for a breathless moment at the brink before orgasm retreated.

  “Betra!” I gasped, shaking all over.

  He raised a brow at me in warning. I swallowed any further protests with a shuddering wail. I waited, knowing it was his call as to whether I got to climax or not. I ached with denied fulfillment, but I also reveled in giving myself to him. For some reason, the idea of him leaving me without release and forbidding me to have it was a hell of a turn-on. I couldn’t have explained why; not getting to come would be awful … right? Yet if that was what Betra wanted from me, it felt perfect. I can’t explain it. My head was in a strange place at that moment.

  He looked down at me, wearing the hint of a soft smile. “Look at you, so obedient to me,” he whispered. “Such a lovely gift. You deserve a reward.”

  Tears of gratitude slid down my cheeks. He was pleased with me. Despite my aching sex, my heart sang.

  He opened his trousers. His cocks appeared, thick and eager. He grabbed my thigh, pushing it up and out, spreading me wide as he got into position.

  “You may ask for what you wish now.”

 
; “Please fuck me?” I whimpered. “Please, Master?”

  “With pleasure.”

  He shoved into me, taking me with power. In a single thrust he was buried to the hilt, making me yield to his lust. I’d been stretched, but it was an abrupt intrusion. Hurt and delight suffused me, merging into one immense feeling that filled my whole body.

  He propped himself next to my head, crouching over me. He’d promised a pounding and that’s what he delivered. His groin thudded against mine as he thrust in deep and steady, fucking me with uncompromising demand. My nerve endings were fraying, shredding apart under the power of the man fucking me with determination.

  “Rub your clit,” he growled. “Rub it until I tell you to stop. I demand you climax around me over and over again.”

  My laced fingers tore apart. I reached for the throbbing nub that sent effervescent bliss through my core with each stroke from the man riding me. I found myself swollen and so slippery that I could hardly hold on.

  That didn’t matter. It took only a brief touch, and I crumbled. I fell into the abyss, climax shrieking in tremendous pulses. I rose and fell, the pressure and unrelenting friction from the inside feeding the devouring hunger of my clit as I came and came and came.

  I was desperate for a breath, a reprieve after ages of throbbing rapture. Yet the dark face of my master hung overhead, urging me on. “Keep going,” he snarled as passion worked in a grimace. “Keep coming.”

  I continued to stroke my flesh, the swells of passion sweeping through me again and again until only the smallest spasms were left. It was only then that Betra let go with a groan.

  I was so depleted that he cleaned me up and dressed me before I was able to move on my own. I ended up taking a stim tab so I’d have the energy to fetch Anrel from Megan. Betra looked like he was on the verge of apologizing when he saw the tab in my hand.

  “Nope,” I said before he could utter a word. “It was totally worth it. You were amazing.”

  His smile lit up my heart … and hurt too. Because I knew this would be among our final chances to love like that.

  September 20

  We are in orbit around Kalquor. After slightly more than nine months, an abduction, a hostile body takeover, a baby, and a couple of Tragoom boarding parties, we are here.

  I’ve been packing, reselling things to Acquisitions, saying goodbyes, and banging Betra and Oses as much as humanly possible (when Anrel’s naps allow). I’m sure I’d be freaking out, except I’ll be spending much of the next couple of weeks with my favorite shipmates. Betra and Oses are spending their leave with me. Betra, our eternal event planner, says he is putting together a wonderful vacation for the three of us. The long farewell continues, and I’m not sorry. I hope to pack in as many warm memories as humanly possible in the coming two weeks.

  While we play, the good old Pussy ‘Porter is to be overhauled. Repairs will be finished, and the ship outfitted with extra weaponry. After all we went through, our humble transport isn’t going back out without some serious hardware. The fleet will be sending six destroyers to accompany the old girl to and from Earth on this trip.

  We’re caught between joy at the end of the journey – particularly the crew, which is more than due a break – and sadness to be saying goodbye. I’ve heard a lot of laughing and an equal amount of sobs in the past few hours.

  The atmosphere is reminiscent of a going away or retirement party. The dining hall has been open all day, serving up food and drink nonstop. Katrina said, “I’d hoped we could have a big dance party blowout, but this is nicer. We can talk without music blaring the conversations dead.” Being nonessential, the dance club wasn’t repaired. However, several of the crew has vowed to resurrect it for the second batch of Earther gals. They’re determined to create some more naughty memories.

  Katrina is right though. The informal get-together in the dining hall is perfect for our goodbyes. We eat, drink, and come and go as we please. The women often duck out with their favorite fellows or those they’d not gotten a chance to try out yet. Not me. Oses and Betra are busy with wrapping up their duties before heading out on leave. When I break from the party, it’s because Anrel needs her naps and such. The breaks also give me a chance to shed some private tears in my quarters. Goodbyes to Tep and Feru have been particularly heartbreaking. I am going to miss that pair.

  I’m stunned at how empty my quarters are. My travel bins are packed, leaving only the bare essentials for my last night on board. This has been my place, my sanctuary. My home. I’ve been through so much within these walls, some events that weren’t so good, but I’m mostly thinking of the nights spent with Betra and Oses. Of bringing Anrel here when she was healthy enough to leave Medical.

  Sweet prophets, I’m tired of saying goodbyes. Who knew letting go of a pair of rooms … or a ship … would be so hard?

  September 21

  I watched as my belongings were carted out by members of the cargo crew, prepared to be transported down to Kalquor. I held Anrel as our material possession left our quarters for the last time.

  This was it. This was farewell to the Pussy ‘Porter. We were leaving for good.

  With a final glance around, I walked out. I joined the rest of my group at Betra’s office door. Several of the women, including Megan, were weeping as Betra stepped out, set to lead us to our shuttle. Another last.

  He beamed at us all, his gaze lingering on me for a moment. “Now don’t be sad,” he admonished the rest. “If Katrina was here instead of spending all the time she can with her clan, she’d remind you that you’re about to go to a planet full of males who haven’t had the privilege of knowing you yet. Fresh meat awaits you, Mataras.”

  There was laughter as he teased them, even from those crying. On the heels of that, Heather called out, “Thanks for taking such good care of us, Betra. We’ll never forget you.”

  “Especially Shalia,” Megan added, drying her tears. She gave me a playful nudge.

  Betra grinned, but there was a hint of sorrow behind the humor. “She’s stuck with me for a couple of weeks yet, I’m afraid. You might see me at the complex until the transport heads back out.”

  That earned him some cheers. “Good,” someone said. “I meant to buy you a thank-you gift, but the last Tragoom attack kind of threw my plans off.”

  Betra flushed but appeared pleased. “The only thanks I require is your safety and happiness. It has been an honor to know you all.”

  With that, the inevitable could no longer be postponed. We followed Betra to the in-ship conveyance, all of us staring at the familiar halls as we went. Another goodbye.

  Crewmembers bowed and gave us their best wishes for happiness. The roughest Nobeks acted sad to see us go. A couple gave me feigned shocked looks. “Where do you think you’re going, Matara Shalia? Didn’t the weapons commander tell you that you’re in charge of ship’s defenses now? And inform Matara Katrina that she’s in command of morale!”

  “Ha-ha, guys,” I called back. “Don’t let Captain Wotref hear you talk like that. Even I can’t keep you safe from him and Siko.”

  That earned me a few laughs. Then I was in the conveyance and the door closed on the Matara section.

  I swear I blinked and I was in the shuttle bay. We went to our assigned craft. Betra would not be sharing this ride with us. Our care was being passed on to the administration of the Matara Complex. Betra’s official duty to us was over.

  Each woman in the line hugged Betra in turn just before boarding the shuttle. He was thanked over and over, implored to take care of himself, and given a few tearful kisses.

  I brought up the rear with Anrel. Betra stroked her cheek when she held her arms out to him, wanting her uncle to play as he so often did. “I’ll see you both within an hour or so. You’ll have barely peeked at your quarters before I show up.”

  “We’ll be waiting. See you soon.”

  I boarded and found my seat next to Candy, who was so excited she fairly bounced in her seat. Her delight to reach Kalquor
made me think her intense infatuation with Nobek Stidmun might have fizzled out.

  I settled Anrel on my lap and switched on the restraint field. The stabilizers would keep our flight smooth, but I don’t take chances with my baby.

  The engines cycled up, their quiet hum growing into a purr. There was the barest suggestion of motion. We were lifting off. We were leaving the ship.

  Most of us were quiet. Candy had settled down, though her knee bounced furiously as she expended whatever nervous energy remained. Anrel sat on my leg, her arms waving slightly as she gawked, dazzled.

  Window vids appeared along the walls of the cabin. “Landing in three minutes,” came the pilot’s voice over the public address as Kalquor curved on either side of our shuttle.

  It hung mistily before our vessel, a blue-green globe growing huge at an incredible rate. Then we raced into the atmosphere on the day-lit side of the planet, and the brightness turned blinding. Our eager stares jerked from the vids, and I covered Anrel’s eyes with my hand as she yelped a startled complaint.