Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  They stooped down, each man on a knee before me. “Hands behind your back,” Oses demanded. I did as I was told.

  He leaned in, capturing my nipple in his mouth. He sucked, his tongue sliding over the tip until it stood rigid and pointed.

  Meanwhile, Betra’s fingers slipped through the wetness of my sex, electrifying me with his touch. I shivered under the luscious assault.

  Oses drew away and pulled an object out of his uniform pocket. I swallowed to see the nipple clamp with a silver ball weight attached to it. He watched my face as he affixed it to sensitive flesh. I managed not to moan, though pain stabbed through my breast.

  Betra rubbed my clit, taking some of my attention from the hurt. Two different kinds of throbbing had woken in me; they met in a confusing stew. Oses sucked on my other breast until he could attach the second clamp. I couldn’t stop a hiss from escaping between my teeth.

  Betra pushed two fingers inside me. He worked them in and out, making moist sounds that heightened the excitement. I kept my position, but I shook all over. My breasts and pussy pulsed as Oses tugged on the heavy weights dragging at my nipples. I wasn’t sure if it was pain or searing pleasure that swept through me. It was all extreme, leaving me hyperaware of every touch.

  “I have a present for you now,” Betra said. “Turn and bend over so that your head is on the floor. Ass up in the air.”

  I did so, but I was in a bratty mood for some reason. Instead of resting my forehead on the carpet as ordered, I looked over my shoulder to see what he was doing.

  A low rumble came from Oses before his hand wrapped around the back of my skull. He put me in position pretty quick. My insides went gooey from the domination.

  Something pressed against my sex. Slippery with desire, my cunt easily granted entrance to the item, about half the girth of a cock. It pumped into me a couple of times, and I clenched. Then it was gone, only to stab between my butt cheeks a moment later.

  “Spread,” Betra said.

  I grabbed each mound and offered my tight hole to him. I relaxed against the invasion, letting him settle the plug inside me, where it remained. It set new nerves alight and added to the swirl of desire curling through me.

  “Sit up.”

  I did so, the thick presence of the plug filling me. I was terribly aware of it and the weights burning my nipples. Oses slid his fingers against my pussy and found me soaking.

  “Face us, pet.”

  I turned, every movement jiggling the breast clamps and shifting the plug. My body hadn’t quite gotten over its confusion as to which sensations were bliss and which were torment. It all translated as powerful, and I was held in a thrall.

  Oses dug another device out of his pocket, with straps and a molded triangle. I couldn’t figure it out until he got it on me. Then I knew I was in for some fun … or maybe it was trouble. Probably both.

  The straps wound around my waist and upper thighs. The triangle sat squarely on my clit. Oses tightened the straps to make it fit snugly. I realized before he told me that it would vibrate.

  “Keep those hands behind your back.” Betra settled on a seating cushion to watch the show. “Misbehave, and you’ll spend all night aroused with no chance of an orgasm.”

  Oses also lounged comfortably on another cushion. He held a remote in his hand. He pressed a button.

  The vibrator buzzed to life, sending enthralling tremors through me. My jaw dropped open as I gasped. I lost focus as my sex tried to draw itself up to the juddering pad. My insides clenched tight, making me more aware of the plug in the tighter passage. Even the burning of my nipples was pleasurable now, adding to the heat sweeping through me. I was going to come, that delicious unraveling beginning, tensing me in readiness.

  The vibrator went silent and still, leaving me suspended on the verge of release. A groan rippled up from my relaxing abdomen. I eased away from the edge.

  I knelt with my head down, taking deep breaths as I struggled to calm myself. I had no idea how long they’d choose to play with me. It might be a long time. A lot depended on how demanding their own urges became before they decided to take me.

  I wasn’t in the mood to play the brat anymore. I was a good girl, their sweet pet. I would do my best to obey their whims.

  I still nearly jumped to my feet when Betra tugged on the weights attached to my breasts. Fresh pain bloomed, and I squeezed my eyes shut against it. He tugged on the other one, and I bit my lips together. A whimper escaped.

  “Tough lady,” Betra said in appreciation. “She endures a lot for us.”

  “She does. I enjoy seeing how far I can push her before she starts to crumble,” Oses agreed.

  The vibrator shuddered to life again. My clit trembled under its power, rushing headlong towards orgasm once more. The hurt from my nipples became a delightful heat, sinking into my gut to join with the demanding sensations there. Arousal leapt high, fed as much by the men’s control as actual feeling. It licked through me, devouring, consuming, taking me ever closer to the explosive end.

  Oses switched it off again. I panted, tiny noises of strain bleeding through my throat with every breath. My pulse roared through my ears.

  This time it was Oses who played with the clamps. It wasn’t pain making me squirm as he did so; there was only riotous rapture. Even so, the desperate urge for immediate climax receded.

  Just as I’d managed to settle into an aching simmer, he turned the vibrator on again. I hurried towards orgasm, reaching the brink when he denied me again.

  Over and over they tormented me, until my entire universe was pulsing need and painful denial. I don’t know how long they kept me like that. I jittered with desperate desire, needing to come and not able to. I felt like one huge unrequited throb.

  Oh please…

  I’m not sure if I said it out loud. I think I must have. Betra and Oses lifted me from my knees, moving me so that I lay on my back on a seating cushion. Their expressions were caring. Loving. I had pleased them, and I warmed with joy despite the agony of denied orgasm.

  They removed the nipple clamps. The rush of renewed circulation made me groan and writhe as they kissed the hurt from the swollen tips. Then they took the vibrator away, exposing my engorged clit. The butt plug went away, and I arched as a thunderclap of profound need echoed through me.

  Oses and Betra hurriedly stripped, exposing four livid cocks. At least it wasn’t only me who was crazed with lust.

  They turned me over again. Betra knelt before me, his eager lengths in front of my face. Oses knelt behind me, his cocks pressing against my mound. He moved a little, letting the front shaft drag against my clit. I bit off the cry that attempted to escape, mindful of Anrel sleeping in her room.

  Betra rubbed the tip of his larger cock over my lips, painting them with his juices. I licked the end of him, detecting how hot and ready he was for pleasure. He pressed and I opened, delighting in the velvet steel of his invasion.

  Oses raised my hips with his calloused grip, readying me for his penetration. He was as slick as Betra. He slid into me in a long, single stroke that brought me right up to the edge of climax again.

  I moaned frantically around Betra’s shaft, which he forced me to take in short, fast thrusts. The silk of his flesh ran over my tongue, his pulse drumming. Oses drove into me again, and I lost myself in heaving pleasure as long-denied orgasm ripped through me. The rending delight burst anew with every determined thrust that ended with the Nobek’s groin clapping against my ass.

  I was beginning to calm as Oses took shallower strokes. Pleasure hummed low and sweet, a far saner ride as we slowed down. The men were panting as they matched rhythm, one fucking my mouth and the other my pussy and ass. Their shafts twitched, a sure sign that they were on the verge of release.

  Oses shifted, angling himself so that he found different pressure points in my burning sleeves. His next stroke found the sensitive interior part. I went stiff all over as I raced toward the peak again.

  Tightening, tightening, my f
ocus narrowing to the pinpoint of a laser beam. Pleasure constricted into an impossibly dense spot as they took me, controlled me, let me know I belonged to them. Betra held my hair in his fist as he drove into my mouth while his other hand squeezed a breast. Oses rode me with increasing power, his cocks filling me full, pressing with exacting friction on the most sensitive parts. His hand crept down my belly, over my mound, fingers reaching for my clit…

  I clutched down on his manhood. My stomach seized. Then his finger and thumb closed on my clit, pinching and forcing climax on me. I boiled over, my body seething as it succumbed to my masters’ demands.

  They rewarded me by erupting. Betra’s seed shot over my tongue and down my throat, filling me with his warmth. Oses froze moments later, his cocks jerking as they emptied of passion. The men grunted and strained to gift me with all they had.

  We sagged to the cushions strewn on the floor, gasping in the aftermath. Snuggling within the warmth of their bodies, our limbs tangled, I knew I would sleep well.

  A lot of people had welcomed me to Kalquor. I finally felt properly received.

  September 23

  I woke to the sound of happy baby laughs. Betra was on the lounger playing with Anrel while Oses watched. Her bubbly giggles made the Nobek’s face stretch in the biggest smile I’d ever seen him wear. He barely looked like himself with that huge grin.

  I stretched, luxuriating in the joy of having gotten enough sleep. “What time is it?”

  “Not quite afternoon,” Oses told me. “You must have been tired.”

  “For heaven’s sake.” I stood and went in search of coffee. I didn’t care I had no clothes on. I have my priorities.

  A little later, while I worked on my second cup in a halter top and shorts, Betra judged me sufficiently awake to spring a surprise. “We have a beach party to attend tomorrow.”

  “We do? Who’s throwing the festivities?”

  “My parents.”

  “Oh.” I wondered if the alarm I experienced would be considered an overreaction.

  He snorted at my expression. “They wish to meet you and Oses since you’re important to me. It will be nice for you to know them since they live nearby. If issues come up, they’ll be able to help.”

  I could see his point. Still, meeting your boyfriend’s parents is never a comfortable proposition. All I could think about was how likely I was to be a disappointment. Maybe they’d be as enthralled with Anrel as everyone else is and ignore me.

  I noted Oses’s smile had disappeared. He looked as uneasy as I felt.

  Before I could hear the scoop on how I should prepare myself, my com went off. I checked the frequency and tried not to look to happy. “It’s Clan Aslada.”

  I answered and Imdiko Meyso’s soft but deep voice teased my ears. “Hello, Shalia. How was your first day on Kalquor?”

  “Great. I’ve been meaning to com, but it’s been busy so far.”

  He didn’t sound upset that I hadn’t contacted him or his clan yet. “I imagine settling in is taking up a lot of effort. My clan discussed when we can meet with you, and we thought you’d like more time to adjust.”

  At least I wouldn’t have to explain to his clan my need to spend the next couple of weeks with Betra and Oses. Though Clan Seot had been good sports about it … but how many clans had that kind of consideration?

  “That’s understanding of you.” It was funny that I’d appreciated Clan Seot showing up at my door as a surprise, but I also appreciated Clan Aslada giving me a chance to gather my wits. A clan for each of the two sides of Shalia, ha-ha.

  “Actually, it’s selfish too,” he admitted, his tone sounding a touch ashamed. “We want to see you sooner, but your arrival has coincided with unavoidable demands that have disrupted all our intentions. I’ve had a couple of surgeries come up that I have to attend to in the next week. The territorial council is arguing some legislation that Aslada has to oversee, and Jaon has been called off-planet to chase down some dangerous men who must be apprehended immediately.”

  I had to smile in sympathy. “You made plans and life happened. That’s how it usually goes.”

  I heard the relief in Meyso’s voice. “Unfortunately, yes. Thank you for being understanding.”

  “No problem. I have friends from the transport to show me Kalquor while they’re on leave.”

  If Meyso assumed my friends were guys I might be banging, he didn’t think twice about it. “Oh good. I’m glad you won’t wait on us to have fun. Though we are hoping you won’t have too much fun without us.”

  I grinned at the teasing note in his voice, as well as Betra’s whispered, “Oh, she’ll have plenty of fun.”

  Meyso’s voice grew serious. “We also have to discuss your mother’s procedures. There’s no big hurry. She’s perfectly safe in stasis here at the local hospital.”

  “It would be nice for her to be able to live her life.” The knot of guilt over determining the course of that life had appeared in my stomach. I’d decided though, and I would stick with it.

  “Give me the date when your friends’ leave is up.”

  I did so and there was a pause as Meyso consulted his schedule. “That’s perfect. Even if Jaon hasn’t returned and the clan can’t meet in a suitor capacity with you, you and I can have our consultation. I’m going to book our talk for two days after and tentatively schedule your mother’s first surgery the week following. Does that work for you?”

  “Sounds great.” I made a note in my handheld.

  “You and Anrel will stay in our home. Send me a list of favorite foods and whatever you’ll need while you’re here. There’s no need for you to deal with a lot of packing and worrying over forgetting stuff.”

  Boy, my potential clans were generous to a fault. Meyso shored up that assumption by adding, “If there is anything that you need right now or before you reach us, you have only to ask. We are thrilled that you are considering us. Please don’t think we’re not looking forward to spending all the time we can with you.”

  “Thank you, Meyso,” I said warmly. “I’m grateful that you’re taking care of my mother. Also, I haven’t forgotten the help you gave me when Anrel was sick.”

  “I am happy to be of any assistance.” He sounded as if he meant that.

  A few more pleasantries, and Meyso had to ring off to meet with a patient. I switched the com off feeling pretty awesome about things.

  As soon as I was finished talking with Meyso, Oses put his hand out. “Handheld, please.”

  I gave it to him and he opened the calendar function. He entered a couple of names and frequencies, putting them in about five days after the estimated date for my mom’s first procedure. “These are the fitness and offensive training experts I’ve lined up for you to continue working with. Both Nobek Larten and I are acquainted with them. They are aware that you need to adjust to your new life here, but I wouldn’t put off contacting them any later than this. They are excellent trainers and in high demand. Taking you on is a personal favor to me,” he added, giving me a gaze that spoke quite clearly: don’t disappoint me.

  “Thanks, Oses. I’ll contact them sooner so they know I’m serious,” I assured him.

  Betra smiled at both of us as he fed Anrel the creamy grain mash now supplementing her formula. “Hopefully we’re done with the dull tasks. Who wants to go for a walk on the cliffs?”

  September 24

  The beach party with Betra’s parent clan was more fun than I had any right to expect. First of all, the weather was perfect. There were a few clouds to make the sky picturesque. The pink sand of the beach itself was as fine as baby powder. I’ve never walked on sand so soft. The emerald green ocean was calm, its rolling waves a soothing drone.

  Betra’s parent clan had set up a lemon-yellow awning … actually, their servants had. It turned out Betra came from well-heeled stock. They owned a software-design firm with more exclusive technology than you could shake a stick at. They had not only staff to set up a nice covered area for our party, but
a chef on hand who was grilling thick ronka steaks and seasoned vegetables to perfection. There was also ample leshella to keep a small army giddy.

  The love that Betra was greeted with when we arrived was heartwarming to witness. It was obvious how much Clan Serndi cared about their son. He was hugged, kissed, and exclaimed over from all four. Even his Nobek father Hilon, a great grizzled beast of a man, was unabashed when he grabbed Betra in a welcoming hug. The traditional greeting of father and son was not adequate for this bunch.

  Matara Elwa stepped forward to greet me, her arms held out to embrace me and Anrel, who I had in my chest carrier. “Shalia and Anrel, I am so happy to meet you at last. I don’t suppose I could have the honor of holding this beautiful child?”