Sister Katherine

by Tracy St. John

  She mumbled, “It’s wrong.”

  Katherine couldn’t help but move into Miv’s touch when he stroked her face. “By whose standards? Those other girls? Are you not higher in rank than they?”

  “That doesn’t matter.”

  Simdow gripped her chin. His insistence she look him in the face wasn’t roughly done, but it was firm. “What does matter is you telling me the truth. You desire us to wash you. To touch you all over. You want to feel our hands on you.”

  She needed to deny it. However, feeling their power over her made more juices ooze, then gush from her womanhood. Her belly grew warmer, and the aching twist of her guts adamantly insisted she surrender everything to them.

  Only one word managed to escape her lips. “Please.”

  Simdow refused to relent. “Tell me the truth, Katherine. Tell me now, or I will put you over my knee and spank you like a child.”

  As insane as it seemed, his threat had the opposite effect of terrorizing her into obedience. Her stomach went molten. The inside of her thighs turned slick as her body responded.

  The reaction confused Katherine. She wanted him to punish her? Was it because she found such peace from scourging that she naturally responded in a carnal manner to the idea of such discipline? Whatever it was, she couldn’t let Simdow know the thought of his hand smacking her bottom was even more exciting than that of the men bathing her.

  Her head hung down. “All right. All right, I want to.”

  “Good. Get into the stall.”

  Trembling in anticipation, Katherine stepped into the shower, standing beneath the grated ceiling. Once the three men had joined her, making things quite cramped, Miv spoke and a containment shield went up to keep the rest of the facility from getting wet. Then Simdow said something in Kalquorian, and warm water spilled down over the group.

  Wet from the steady yet soft shower, Katherine kept her head down, watching as water streamed from her long hair. Moments later, Simdow said something else in his incomprehensible language, and the scent of something slightly antiseptic intruded on her senses.

  Strong, determined hands moved over her body, lathering the cleansing agent that fell with the water. They left nothing untouched, making Katherine cried out in shock as they thoroughly bathed her. At first she twisted and jerked, one moment trying to escape, the next instinctively moving into a particularly enthralling caress. No one berated her for her exclamations or the occasional attempt to shove away the increasingly intimate cleansing.

  The most intense part of the clan’s attentions came when Vadef washed her anus. Katherine knew this touch was the most taboo, and she did all in her power to avoid being washed there by someone else. However, Simdow captured her against his body. He held her still but for her desperate kicks that had no effect on anyone they landed on. Miv grabbed hold of her buttocks and spread them open for Vadef to clean her thoroughly.

  Katherine squalled to feel someone touch her there. Not only did he wash the puckered exterior, but he also slid a finger slightly inside. The invasion, while unwelcome, didn’t hurt. In fact, she experienced an even greater excitement than before, as if her body determined to subvert such clandestine activities into a thrilling occurrence. She couldn’t imagine why her rear found Vadef’s attention more pleasurable than terrible. What was wrong with her?

  After the humiliating scrubbing, Katherine was at long last rinsed off and allowed out of the shower. Her body remained enthralled with every touch, however. As the men used soft cloths to dry her, her hypersensitive skin reacted to every slight contact. No amount of toweling could arrest the wetness between her legs. Aching need tormented her at their attentions.

  Miv picked her up and carried her back into the bedroom, laying her down on the sleeping mat. He pinned her with his muscled frame, lying lightly on top of her while he engaged her mouth in a mind-stealing kiss. The embarrassing shower faded from Katherine’s mind as lips and tongue plundered, making her writhe like a snake beneath the Nobek.

  Miv released the kiss and lay down next to her. Simdow slid his body next to her on the other side. Katherine didn’t know what to do. She wanted to touch them. She wanted to run away. She lay frozen, her senses rioting as contradictory demands left her shaking and confused.

  The Dramok told Katherine, “Now you will enjoy something new. I believe you are ready for this. Vadef, you were not with us earlier, so you may have the honor.”

  Standing at the foot of the bed, the Imdiko smiled. He looked as delighted as a child with a new toy. “Thank you, my Dramok.”

  He crawled up between Katherine’s legs, his moves slow and sinuous as if stalking her. She started to draw her knees up, trying to move away though she knew she had nowhere to go. Vadef wriggled his shoulders between her thighs, making her open to him. Before she could make another attempt to thwart whatever the Imdiko had in mind, his fingers brushed her clitoris.

  The melting sensation brought her concerns stuttering to a halt. Katherine’s breath caught as he began a slow exploration, much as Simdow had done earlier. Her legs, trembling with weakness, fell open as pleasure washed through her.

  Thoughts of recrimination fled to distant places as Simdow’s mouth descended on one breast and Miv’s mouth fell on hers. They kissed and caressed while Vadef traced her folds, his fingers slipping through the wet flesh to investigate her thoroughly. Katherine’s hip rose without her conscious control, begging him for the sweet cataclysm she’d discovered only hours before. He paused from his examination to tug on the most sensitive nub of flesh from time to time, sending token blasts of exuberant passion through her. She moaned as she fed on first Miv’s then Simdow’s mouths, tasting their ardor as Vadef brought hers higher.

  Something with the rasp of the finest sandpaper, warm and wet, settled on her anus. It slowly slid up, dipping momentarily into the well of her before continuing through the petals of her labia, ending to flick lightly the tip of her clitoris. Katherine’s insides clenched even as she jerked in violent reaction. The rapture of the embrace was so intense that Vadef was repeating the journey before she realized he used his tongue on her.

  He had his mouth on her. There.

  Katherine’s profound shock interrupted the delightful sensation until he reached her clitoris again. This time Vadef sucked on the engorged bit of flesh, and rational thought shattered again as fierce need pulsed through her. Katherine cried out. The tidal wave of elation that poured through her had her entire body jerking beneath the men.

  Her legs kicked in reaction, and Vadef grasped them to drape over his shoulders. He now kissed her sex, kissed it as deep and intimately as Simdow and Miv kissed her mouth. Katherine poured liquid encouragement, and Vadef drank her in with a happy groan.

  She couldn’t lay still under the sinfully delicious assault. Not with Simdow and Miv alternating between her achingly erect breasts and gasping mouth, not with Vadef feasting on her with decadent voraciousness. The men’s bodies pressed against hers, keeping her pinned and open to their demanding mouths.

  “Touch us, my Matara,” Simdow moaned against her lips. “Make us feel as you did this morning.”

  Katherine had not one moment of hesitation, reaching for him and Miv in the desire to make them as maddened as she. The slick, pulsing heat of them fit her palms as if she’d been made to pleasure them thus. She pulled on their flesh, as if she could bring about her own climax by giving them theirs.

  Simdow slid up, coming to his knees so that his cock jutted next to her face. Now she could see him hard and eager, his larger member weeping soft white tears. Katherine smelled him too, a sharp scent like cinnamon, one that made her mouth water. Only some primitive fear in the back of her head, one that seemed to make little sense in her aroused state, kept her from tasting him as Vadef tasted her.

  The air filled with needful groans and bestial growls. Vadef continued his carnal devouring, sending Katherine higher and higher with rapture. His fingers occasionally plucked that small bit of flesh where every ne
rve seemed to concentrate, making her emit little screams. Each time he touched her there, she felt sure she would find that wondrous cataclysm she now burned for. Yet the final eruption eluded her, making her insides coil so tight she thought something within must break from the tension.

  Miv continued to kiss and suckle her breasts as ardently as Vadef did her intimate flesh. She rewarded his attentions by stroking the burning flesh in her hand. He grunted with growing excitement, his pulse drumming wildly in her palm.

  Simdow crouched overhead, aiding her attentions on his larger cock by pushing into her hand while he watched her give and take pleasure. His muscles stood out in corded relief, showing his tension matched hers. A fine trembling had taken his body over, and he gasped. One hand covered hers, making her hold him tighter and work him faster.

  “Katherine,” he groaned. “My Matara. My—”

  He suddenly froze, his entire body going as stiff as the member she held in her hand. Simdow shuddered, pumped twice more, and shouted. His mouth opened wide, and Katherine saw a pair of long, thin fangs appear behind his normal ones.

  A hot stream sprang from Simdow’s sex. Miv moved back just in time to avoid the thick ribbon of seed. It splattered Katherine’s breasts, her throat, her chin. Her mouth, open as she moaned her own excitement, captured a few drops. Salty-sweet spice exploded on her tongue, and she had just an instant to think, He’s in my mouth, his seed is in my mouth, before Vadef rubbed her clitoris and orgasm seized her too.

  Katherine bucked violently beneath the men, her screams rising high and strangling. Starburst climax tore from her, the coiled band of want frayed and loosened at last. She was dimly aware of Miv’s desire spurting across her heaving belly, of his wild cries joining hers and Simdow’s. It was as if a maelstrom of ecstasy had descended on them all, sweeping them into a churning abyss of fantastical demolition.

  Burning. Exploding. Destruction. Obliteration. Devastation. And yet for all the annihilation she felt, Katherine felt it somehow made her whole rather than tearing her asunder. She flew back together again and again, each time more complete than the last.

  Finally the pulses slowed and ebbed. Katherine slowly became aware of the men lying around her, like scattered debris upon the bed’s surface. Even Vadef had found his sweet ruin at some point, leaving him sprawled between her legs, his gasping face pillowed on her thigh. Every one of them was heavy-lidded, their slit-pupiled eyes glazed.

  Miv recovered first. With a groan that suggested herculean effort, he rolled off the bed. Staggering to the bathroom, he returned after a few moments with cleansing wipes. He began to gently clean Katherine’s body.

  Simdow and Vadef stirred. They took some of the wipes from their clanmate and also set about washing her off. No one spoke, as if in fear of dashing aside the wonder they’d shared.

  Katherine could still taste the few drops of Simdow’s spill that had landed in her mouth. She wondered that something supposedly so profane seemed more profound. Her body hummed with delight. More than that, she had a sense of peace that even scourging had never granted.

  What has just happened is supposed to be evil. A mortal sin. Yet I’ve never felt so serene or so easy in mind and body.

  Katherine looked up at the men tending to her. They all wore smiles as tranquil as she felt. If their actions had been wicked, they had no idea of it. Not when they looked so euphoric.

  I can’t call this a sin. We’ve shared something too powerful, too immense and beautiful for it to be so. Or am I being fooled? Is this how the devil operates? By making evil so gorgeous that it can’t be cast aside?

  She gazed at Simdow. Then Vadef. Then Miv.

  No. It can’t be. There is nothing wicked here. Nothing foul. I don’t know what to call it, but it’s not wrong. God please, it can’t be wrong.

  Chapter 11

  The next morning dawned with gentle kisses and caresses. Katherine fought none of the touching. Simdow and Vadef were due to work early shifts, so their attentions were kept to a realm that was almost innocent. Still, Katherine noted how her body woke to even the most platonic of contact.

  Simply being cradled in Simdow’s arms as Vadef and Miv fed her breakfast had her body hyper-aware of the clan. Katherine refused to examine the feelings too closely. It only led to confusion anyway. She concentrated on emptying her thoughts, hoping epiphany would find her and illuminate her course.

  After Simdow and Vadef left for work, Katherine rose and looked about, her brow furrowed.

  “What is it?” Miv asked. He sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze warm as he watched her walk about the small amount of space.

  “My gown. I don’t see it anywhere.”

  “We sent it out to be cleaned after you fell asleep last night. Your underclothing as well. You will have to be naked until they are returned.” He grinned like a naughty boy. “Don’t worry. I will remain nude as well, just to keep you company.”

  Katherine found his mischief too endearing to be offensive. Coating her tone in sarcasm, she told the Nobek, “You are too kind, Miv.”

  He laughed and patted the bed next to him. “Sit with me.”

  Katherine thought about refusing. But what point would that make? She slept naked with the men. She touched them and allowed them to touch her. She was no longer even certain the sensual activities counted as a sin. In the eyes of all who mattered, she was married to Simdow’s clan.

  It startled Katherine to realize she no longer cared about the dictates of the Church. The rift she beheld between it and God had widened into an unbridgeable chasm. She did not believe God wanted her to be executed because she had lain with men. However, that would be her fate if left to Earth’s leadership. Unless she wished to die, she could never return to Earth.

  She sat next to Miv, close enough that their bodies brushed against each other. Warmth against warmth. Alien and Earther. Dark and light.

  Miv stroked her hair and back. His smile was content even though his cocks stirred a little, indicating his interest. However, Katherine did not fear his sexual lusts. He had shown he was master of them. Her nudity and nearness would not make him lose control.

  She was safe with the Nobek.

  Katherine looked up into purple eyes, eyes slitted much like those of a cat’s. “You don’t find me … odd?”

  The line between his brows creased. “Why would I think that?”

  “All of your people are dark skinned with black hair. I’m the complete opposite. Our eyes are different. I would think you wouldn’t consider anything else attractive.”

  “I find our differences exotic. You are so much like my people and yet not.” He looked her over, and the approval was apparent. Then Miv frowned. “I do not like that you are too thin. You are still beautiful, but you do not look well.”

  “I had much more appetite than usual this morning.”

  “You did. You ate everything we gave you. It felt good to see you do so.”

  “It’s nice not having to deal with pain after I eat. I certainly don’t anticipate being your size though.”

  That made Miv laugh. Katherine abruptly realized she had been tracing over the lines of the muscles on his thighs without even realizing it. Startled by her brazen actions, she pulled back.

  Miv caught her hand and placed it back on his leg. “Don’t stop. It feels good when you touch me.”

  It felt good to her too. She was fascinated with his body, the blatant masculinity of it. Her finger moved over a chiseled trail.

  With her beliefs turned on their heads, she sounded the Nobek out, searching for some direction. “What happens when you sin? I mean, what does your faith tell you will be the consequences of your bad actions?”

  Miv thought for a moment. “People hurt, of course. If I kill a man, his life is over. But it extends beyond that. His family and friends also suffer.”

  “What about that man you did kill? Did you ever see his family?”

  Miv nodded, his gaze going distant. “I saw his parents. He had ne
ver clanned, so there was no Dramok or Imdiko to face.”

  “Were the parents angry with you?”

  “Perhaps, though they said they weren’t. They knew he was a predator. They had warned authorities of his doings on other planets. He’d gotten into a lot of trouble on places like Dantovon, Isetac, and others. He was in outpatient therapy when he saw my sister and decided he would have her.”

  Katherine watched his face closely. “Does it bother you to have murdered someone?”

  Miv’s brows lowered. “I am a Nobek. I live to protect those I care for. I was not going to have this man alive somewhere, no matter how small the chance of his ever leaving prison. My sister was not going to live her life in fear. Other women would not be his victims.”

  Katherine swallowed at the bald emotion in his face. Miv didn’t have to say a word about how much he loved his sister. It was in the fierce devotion.

  She said, “Your sister is very lucky to have someone like you looking out for her.”

  Miv looked away for a moment, though his fingers continued to trail through Katherine’s curls. “My only regret was that I made my victim’s mother cry. He was a waste of skin and did not deserve his life, but his mother loved him just the same. Women are strong like that.” He looked at Katherine again, and a smile ghosted over his features for an instant. “You all amaze me.”

  “Knowing he was loved by his mother, would you spare his life if you had to do it over again?”

  Miv thought long and hard over that question. Silence spun out for over a minute before he finally answered, “I don’t think so. I still feel rage over what he did, over the pain he caused my sister. I think I would only make his death more painful given another opportunity.” He shrugged. “He probably would have been executed for his crime anyway, so his mother would still have cried. I am sorry if my answer disappoints you.”

  It was Katherine’s turn to consider. She wasn’t sure Miv’s need to kill his sister’s attacker had merit. Yet she could understand how he felt.