Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  “A system of any sort that says to do it only one way has to upset someone. We’re all individuals with different needs as well as preferences. There would be many more Earther women open to moving to Kalquor if they didn’t have to take on three horny beasts at once. Though it’s an enormously fantastic life,” Joelle added, her grin mischievous.

  I laughed. “I tend to agree, except when I’m having these bouts of doubt, such as yesterday and today.”

  “You’re all right?”

  “Right as rain. Let’s go so I can prove it.”

  With my concerns eased, I threw myself into being super nice to Clan Seot. I hugged and cuddled with them every chance I got. After the talking-to Seot had given me and Cifa last night, a bit of tension had remained, but that was all gone. For their part, they responded with pleasure to my overtures. Cifa in particular went out of his way to be more than the usual sweetie-pie he is.

  Another day of sea travel, but it was a huge contrast to the day before. Where there had been grudges nursed yesterday, today was all sunshine and joy. It was wonderful to be on the same page once more, enjoying being with the clan and understanding them better.

  When night came, we were all primed for an extra sexy encounter. I’d made sure of that by whispering naughty suggestions to the guys during and after dinner. By the time Anrel was asleep, they were more than ready to have their vengeance on my teasing. I was pretty ready myself. The flirting I’d done had gotten my motor running as much as theirs.

  “Get undressed, naughty girl.” Seot pulled a small chair out of a closet in our room. It looked and functioned similar to a recliner in that the padded backrest could be lowered. The arms of it were padded rails rather than solid, and there was no footrest. It didn’t look comfortable, and when I’d first noticed it, I’d decided it would probably never get any use.

  Wrong. So very wrong.

  Seot set it in the middle of the room. “Come over here. After the provoking you’ve done tonight, you’ll reap the rewards.” He grinned with dark intent.

  I stepped over, having shed my clothing at his command. “I wondered why such a stupid-looking chair was kept in storage,” I laughed. “I should have realized it was used for ulterior motives. One of these days, I won’t be so naïve.”

  “Your moments of innocence are adorable,” said Cifa, the king of cute. “It’s fun to introduce you to activities you haven’t tried yet.”

  “Have a seat, little lady,” Seot chuckled. “We’ll cure you of your inexperience with the fuck chair.”

  “Nice, romantic name. I’m melting from the sentiment that went into branding it,” I pretended to complain, but I was giggling. And wet. Who wouldn’t want to learn about a fuck chair under the tutelage of Clan Seot?

  I sat down to their laughter. The backrest was lowered slightly, so that I didn’t lie flat down. Again, much like a recliner in that I was mostly upright but comfortable. Since it gave no head support, the men slid me down until my ass was half off the seat…but at least my head had a place to relax.

  Larten and Seot stood on either side of me. The Nobek handed his clan leader a tether. “Getting more interesting,” I encouraged them.

  “We can’t have you nodding off to sleep on us,” Seot joked. He grasped my ankle and bent my leg up, placing my foot at the end of the armrest. He used the strap to bind my ankle to it. Larten did the same on his side.

  “Not too tight?” The Nobek checked to make sure he could easily slide a finger between my ankle and strap.

  “Feels fine,” I answered, viewing how I was open to them. Fuck chair, indeed. They had me spread wide.

  “Now for the wrists.” Seot and Larten secured my arms to the rests too, above my ankles.

  Cifa had been rummaging in a bin while they tied me down. A lot of toys had come from that bin during our trip. They’d packed for serious fun. I could only imagine what Cifa would choose to start with.

  He came over with a bridle gag. “I loved all your dirty talk, but I hated getting aroused in front of my brother and his clan. You know how that bunch is. I made myself very uncomfortable hiding the excitement you caused, naughty girl. You have to wear this for punishment.”

  “She was quite rude,” Larten agreed. His smile said he’d appreciated it.

  I opened my mouth for the gag. The soft rubber ‘bit’ held my tongue down as I clenched my teeth on it. Cifa strapped it around my head.

  “Lovely,” Seot said. “This is an excellent position for making you suffer the consequences for teasing. You’ll have to endure teasing yourself.”

  Uh oh. There was a world of torment in my immediate future.

  Seot rubbed my pussy. “Ah, good and wet.” He pushed a finger inside. “Let’s see what we need to teach you the error of your ways, Shalia. You’re already bound and helpless for whatever discipline we deem fit. The question is, should there be pain?”

  My sex spasmed at the thought of all they could do to me as I lay there defenseless. How they could control me, how I wouldn’t be able to stop them.

  Seot nodded. “You agree you deserve discomfort for being so mischievous. It won’t be from actual wounding, because I don’t do that. No marks beyond a little reddening. As to the level of pain…much can be achieved without damage…what shall it be? Light pain?” He watched me, his finger still in me. “No real reaction. Heavier pain then. Moderate at least. Perhaps more.”

  My cunt contracted at the idea.

  “Yes, I feel you flexing. You’re extremely wet for me too.” He grinned at the other two standing over me. “We have a great deal of latitude for the night’s festivities.”

  “Excellent,” Larten growled. “I love that she’s willing to explore.”

  “As am I. What else? Oh, the best punishment for Shalia. Orgasm denial.”

  Oh no. Did he mean the whole night or just delaying climax? I made a worried noise, but my fiendish pussy clenched hard on Seot’s finger. My responses were better than a lie detector test, damn it all.

  He chuckled. “Pain and denial it is, naughty girl. I hope this will teach you a lesson.”

  All three stepped away from me, crowding around the sex toy bin. Leaving me alone to wait for suffering. I trembled from equal parts anticipation and dread. I had a feeling it would be a long night.

  Cifa returned with a jar, which he opened. He scooped out transparent goo that smelled like wildflowers. “This is a sensitizing gel,” he told me. “You will feel everything acutely, whether it be pain or pleasure.”

  He used the entire damned jar on me, rubbing the ointment all over my breasts, belly, inner thighs, and cunt. He paid particular attention to that until the slightest brush against my clit galvanized my whole body.

  “There,” he said happily as he tossed the empty jar into a nearby recycling bin. “Just a minute or two to let it soak in and bring your nerve endings to full strength. Then we’ll have our fun.” He went back to the bin.

  Full strength? In a minute or two? I was already incredibly aware of the air currents in the room. Holy smokes, it was going to get more intense than that?

  I was terrified and enthralled. I wasn’t sure I could survive what they had planned for me. Even if I could have run or spoken against it, I wouldn’t have. No, I wanted to be destroyed at their hands.

  Seot came to me with a thick butt plug, lubing it from a tube. I took one look and was glad Cifa hadn’t elected to use the gel on my rear. I was doubly glad about that when Seot slid the plug inside, making the muscles strain to accept it. But oh, how deliciously full it made me feel once it was seated.

  Once he had my ass stuffed, Seot leaned down and kissed my clit. I tried to fly right the hell off the fuck chair, a cry squeaking out past the gag. I was abruptly so aroused that my sex hurt. Seot laughed and gripped my hips, forcing them down. He held them pinned while he gave my clit another kiss.

  Fuck. I swear I felt every crease in his lips, every single hair of his trimmed mustache and beard where they touched me. I squalled as my
girl parts throbbed in awakened desperation. I creamed so hard that I gushed.

  “That’s good. Naughty girl is ready to be taught her lesson,” Seot crooned. “Poor pussy, needy with no hope of relief. I’ll enjoy tormenting it so much.”

  Tears were already slipping out of my eyes. They weren’t going to let me come. They would make me eager with pain and pleasure, but I wouldn’t be allowed climax. The knowledge had the awful effect of making me more aroused than ever. Yeah, I’m that twisted.

  Seot smiled and hummed a happy tune as he joined Cifa at the bin. It was Larten’s turn to come to me with his contribution to my eager misery.

  I shook my head frantically when I saw the nipple coils. Larten had jeweled weights to hang from them too. Fuck, Cifa had rubbed a generous amount of the sensitizing gel on my breasts. Weighted nipple coils were plenty intense without that.

  Larten paused. “Are you unwilling to accept my discipline, naughty girl?”

  Ah, the wonderful beast. He was making sure that I was okay with this level of play. I couldn’t speak with the bridle gag between my teeth and my tongue trapped below it.

  I ceased shaking my head. I whimpered, knowing what I was in for, but trusting Larten to give me the kind of hurt we’d both enjoy. I lowered my eyes in an expression of submissive compliance, but I was already wincing in anticipation of the agony to come.

  “Good. I will punish you as you deserve,” came his approval.

  I watched in anguish as his thumb approached my nipple. He rubbed the already pointed bud, making it harder and tighter. I jerked in my bonds, moaning loudly as a bolt of pure elation zipped from the contact to my throbbing pussy. Larten captured my nipple between his fingers, rubbing it to send quake after quake through me. I swear I could remember his fingerprints if I had to, just from the feel.

  “Now, naughty Matara,” he said in a low, excited voice. “You’ve had the pleasure. It’s pain’s turn.”

  I whimpered to spot the coil, a ring of gold with a tiny lever and a tinier hoop at the outside, coming at my engorged nipple. Larten’s pressure on the lever opened the coil, widening it so it would slip over the tip. He released it, letting it tighten to stay put.

  The fiery sear was excruciating. I thought it wouldn’t have hurt half as much if he’d sliced my damned nipple off. Instinct took over, and I fought to escape the chair and the Nobek. The straps were strong, however. I wasn’t going anywhere. I had no choice but to remain there, trapped in the torment.

  The reality of my predicament made my sex pulse with renewed enthusiasm. I was theirs to play with. My wants didn’t matter. In that wash of pure agony and lust, I forgot that Larten had asked permission before he’d clamped my breast. As far as I was concerned, I was only a toy to them, to be tortured for their amusement. I liked it.

  Then, in the midst of my battle with distress, incredible vibrations buzzed my sex. I screamed against the gag. Through hazed vision, I saw Seot pressing a vibrator with a wide pad against my cunt and clit. The urge to orgasm was immediate, and I would have come if he’d kept the vibe on me for another half second.

  Instead, Seot took it off, leaving me with my breast shrieking in agony and my womanhood almost as tortured. Fuck, fuck, FUCK.

  They watched as I writhed in equal parts arousal and hurt. Little by little, the worst of both ebbed so I could think again. Once more, I became aware of having put myself at their mercy. My pussy spasmed in reaction, and I moaned. I was already dying for release.

  Larten held up the jeweled weights, lovely amethysts hanging from tiny chains of gold. I whimpered. The pain in my nipple went down to a manageable level. It was about to get intense again.

  He attached it to the tiny loop at the bottom of the coil. Though I was slightly reclined, I was upright so that the weight hung down free. The hurt was a brilliant shock that I swear lifted the hair off my head. I tried to chew through the bit in my mouth in reaction, a high-pitched wail escaping my throat.

  Seot put the vibrator to me again, blasting me straight to the cusp of orgasm… then leaving me to let the bright agony of my breast add to the enthrallment. My mind began to swirl in that telltale fashion that it did when endorphins were starting to do their work.

  “Nowhere to go, naughty girl,” Seot told me, his voice seeping through the pounding of my pulse. “You’ll sit there for every last moment we decide you need.”

  Oh yes. It was torment, but the kind I liked. The kind I craved.

  Larten moved to the other breast. He worked to make the nipple swell and harden more than it already was, driving me crazy with want, all the while knowing the torment coming. Then came the blaze of agony as he clamped the coil on me. Next, Seot sent me to the pinnacle with a half-second’s contact of the vibrating pad. The weights and hurt were added. The vibrator and near-ecstasy that was torture in itself returned.

  If I’d been able to think straight, I’d have blessed the soundproof walls and door to Anrel’s room. My cries filled the air as Nobek and Dramok tormented me. I got louder still when Cifa joined them, carrying objects that increased my arousal and dread: a penis-shaped vibrator and a thin switch.

  “I wonder if she’s more delighted or regretful of her wicked behavior this evening,” he mused, looking me over as I twisted desperately on the chair.

  “I’m guessing a mixture of both,” Larten grinned. He gave one of the weights a tug, and I yelled as fresh anguish blossomed in my breast. “How wet is she, my Dramok?”

  “Soaked. Her pussy lips are swollen and hot. Sinking my cocks in her will be marvelous.” Seot eyed my splayed sex with greedy pleasure.

  They gazed at me in silence for a few moments, as if to drink in the vision of my helplessness. I squirmed despite every movement shifting the weights on my breasts, delivering renewed hurt. A small sense of peace had stolen over me, a gift of the endorphins. However, my skin was so sensitized by the gel Cifa had rubbed into it, I couldn’t escape wholly into the gentle inner space where persistent pain usually sent me.

  There was more to come. Cifa handed off the dildo to Seot. The Imdiko took up a position beside me, holding the switch. He gave me an experimental tap beneath my breasts. And when I say tap, I mean the barest of flicks. It didn’t even make a sound, it was so light. Nevertheless, a trail of fire lit from the contact, and I jerked against my binds with what would have been a yelp if not for the gag.

  “Nice reaction,” Larten said. “For once, that delicate touch of yours has a use.”

  “Turn around and drop your pants. I’ll show you how hard I can hit.”

  “Maybe later, when I need gentle caresses to lull me to sleep.” Larten grabbed my breasts and squeezed. I screamed.

  My cry broke off when Seot slid the cock-shaped dildo along the crevice of my sex. Electric fire sizzled there, and my hips came off the chair as I eagerly sought more contact. What had been a vicious ache from Larten’s handling became forceful longing.

  I didn’t have to beg for penetration. Seot slid the vibrator inside me, filling me to the brim since the plug still sat in my ass. My eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he pumped it in and out, fucking me with a steady but insistent pace. He turned it on, and I strained, my body caught in a spasm of bliss.

  Cifa tapped me with the switch again, on my inner thigh. Heat spread, moving straight to my cunt. When Larten squeezed my breasts, the hurt added to the frenzied rapture. Then he pinched my nipples, and heady agony eclipsed all sense. A maelstrom of sensations descended on me as Seot fucked me with the humming vibrator, as Larten squeezed and slapped and pinched my breasts, as Cifa carefully patted my belly and inner thighs with the switch. An occasional lick on my clit from Seot would send me close to climax, close enough to think release was on its way, before passion was defeated yet again.

  How long did they torment me? It might have been an hour or more. I was out of my skull, and it lasted forever. Each of them reached orgasm. One by one, as excitement over having me under their control heightened, they shot their seed over my body, w
here it ran in scalding trails. Then the satisfied man would continue my punishment, growing erect again as I suffered for them all.

  The true torture was not from what they dealt, but from the pleasure. I was gnawed by the need to come, and they would not allow it. I would prefer to be beaten black and blue rather than endure such denial again. My cunt, brutalized by violent arousal, could not find relief because Seot knew how to take me to the verge without sending me over. His frequent refrain of, “No, naughty girl,” before refusing me yet again was awful and enthralling to hear.

  Even when the switching ended and Seot tossed the dildo and plug aside to replace them with his cocks, I was granted no relief. He fucked me slowly, luxuriously, his thumb circling my clit to drive me insane with hunger. “I’m fucking my pussy. I’m fucking my pet’s ass. They are mine, and I shall enjoy them. You get to lie there and pray I’ll let you climax. I probably won’t.”