Shalia's Diary #5

by Tracy St. John

  “I’m sure you’d enjoy that, touching her beautiful body while I fuck her.” Oses caressed my breasts with rough hands. “You want to feel her soft tits in your hands. Or maybe you’d like to stroke this nicely rounded belly that shows the proof of her life-giving abilities,” he continued, rubbing my stomach next.

  Betra sounded choked. “Yes, Master. I’d like that very much.”

  “Which is why you won’t be allowed. Be glad I let her recline against you and you get to watch us enjoy ourselves.” Oses eyes narrowed as he looked behind me to Betra. “This is not meant for your pleasure. If you ejaculate, I’ll fetch my strap and tear your hide off.”

  I felt Betra tremble. Whether it was from eagerness, anger, or fear, I don’t know. “Yes, Master,” was all he said.

  Oses turned his attention to me, pointedly ignoring Betra now. “Let’s see. My pretty mother-to-be must be loved with care. Allow me to position you for our mutual enjoyment.”

  He lifted my legs in turn, placing them over Betra’s to open me up for his use. Once again, Oses took care to not touch the Imdiko. Once I was arranged, he looked at my posture critically.

  “You need to be reclined a bit more, but not so far back that the baby’s weight affects your back.”

  Betra obediently leaned back, taking some pressure off my hips. He took me down about six inches, cradling me against that firm chest and abdomen. I doubt it was comfortable for him, but it felt pretty good to me.

  “Right there,” I said. “That’s just right.”

  “Good.” Oses had been smoothing his hands up and down my torso the entire time. “You look so lovely and lush in this position. I could stare at you all day, just like this.”

  “In that case, I’d better take care of matters myself,” I said archly. I put my hand on my crotch and rubbed the folds of my sex between my fingers.

  I was already wet from all our earlier play, and my fingers slid nice and easy. Heat spiked from my touch, especially since Oses and Betra were watching me do it. I moaned as ticklish pleasure thrilled my flesh.

  “By the ancestors,” Oses breathed. He grabbed my hand and snatched it to his face. He greedily licked the juices. “But there is no need for you to play with yourself when you have me to do that.”

  He leaned close, one hand braced a few inches away from mine and Betra’s splayed legs. His other hand went to my eager crotch. I jerked and cried out at his touch, moving against the Imdiko at my back. I thought I heard a whimper of want from him, but my attention was all for Oses. Oses and his thick, calloused fingers stroking my pussy.

  “Pretty girl wants to be fucked,” the Nobek whispered. The rough pads of his fingertips rasped against my softer flesh. “You want it, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I moaned.

  “Ask for it then. Ask me to fuck you, pretty girl.”

  “Please, Oses? Please fuck me?”

  At my breathless request, the weapons commander slid one of his fingers inside me. I jerked hard, my head falling back on Betra’s shoulder. Feeling that thick invader inside me set off sparks. I looked down to see the dark brown Kalquorian flesh enter me and slide back out. In again. Out. His thumb drew slow circles around my clit.

  “Does that feel good, pretty girl? Do you like seeing my finger fucking your sweet pussy?”

  “Yes,” I gasped. My cunt tightened around his working digit, drawing hard to feel every wondrous movement he made. “It feels so good.”

  “Would you like me to put in another finger? Ask nicely.”

  “Please fuck me with two fingers. My pussy wants two. Pretty please?”

  A second finger filled me. I cried out and arched a little. Oses’ eyes darkened as I indicated my bliss.

  Behind me, Betra’s cocks pressed hard against my spine. I rose and fell with his deep, quick breaths. I briefly wondered how awful this was for him, ignored and used as a piece of furniture while Oses and I played. He was tense against my back, and I thought he trembled a little.

  His torment couldn’t hold my attention for long. Oses played with me, and my consciousness centered on him.

  “Look at how your pussy takes my fingers, Shalia. Look how wet and hungry it is. Oh, here’s that beautiful clit, coming out of its hood for me. Hello, lovely little clit. I’m so glad you came out to play.”

  His thumb brushed over the reddening pearl of flesh that had indeed emerged. I yelled out as pure delight shot an arrow between my legs. My fingernails bit into Betra’s thighs, which I hung onto as if for dear life. He moaned but did not protest the abuse.

  Oses’ eyes flicked up to look at Betra for a moment. “You do not climax, boy. I will wear the hide right off your ass with my strap if you do.”

  I felt Betra shudder. “Yes, Master.”

  Oses’ attention returned to me. “Now where was I? Oh yes, this gorgeous pussy and clit.”

  His fingers continued their work, fucking and teasing me. My whole body flushed with excitement. Trickles of pleasure had become a cascade of nonstop elation. The tension in my gut built higher.

  “I’m going to come,” I panted.

  “Yes.” Oses’ grin was pure evil. “You certainly are.”

  He stroked up and down my clit while pounding inside me with a third finger added. My belly wound up tight and I felt control fraying. I writhed helplessly against Betra as cataclysm edged nearer ... nearer...

  Then it was on me, exploding starlight bright, igniting me from head to toe. I jerked and heaved all over the place as Oses urged me to a second orgasm. My ass thumped a staccato beat against the desk top with the third.

  Finally, that brutal Nobek let up, allowing me to lay limp against the gasping Betra. The Imdiko’s groans were almost as loud as mine. Oses skewered him with a severe look.

  “Did you?”

  “No, Master. But – please—”

  “I said no, boy. Sit there and shut up while I fuck Shalia.”

  Oses pulled the crotch of his uniform open, and his cocks tumbled out like eager puppies ready to play. Aw hell. I was done in already.

  Fortunately, the weapons commander didn’t seem to need me to do anything but open wide. Since I was already in that position, we were good.

  Oses kept his secondary prick lifted out of the way as he stuffed my pussy full of the larger cock. Since he hadn’t prepared me, he gave the tighter entrance a miss this time. He went back to tormenting Betra again, giving the trembling Imdiko a cruel smile.

  “You know how good this feels. Sweet, tight, warm Shalia all around my cock. Nice and wet too. No, don’t close your eyes, boy. Watch me feed this delicious pussy my prick. Look at how she’s taking me. It looks good, doesn’t it?”

  Betra was gasping again. I felt him hard and ready against my spine. Oses put that poor man through hell. The Nobek rutted against me, yet he held back the greatest of his strength so I wouldn’t be harmed.

  “So hot and soft inside. I’m going to come soon, boy. It feels like a knot between my cocks. Like boiling oil filling the secondary. Yeah, it’s getting ready to go. I can feel it. Going into ... into my front ... cock ... hot ... fuck ... here ... I ... come ... fuck!”

  Oses’ cock jerked inside me as he erupted. Darn if I didn’t go with him. At least it was a more gentle orgasm than the ones that had preceded it. I was wrung out enough without have climax stampede like a herd of cattle this time.

  Oses groaned and shuddered as he released. After a few moments he sighed.

  “By the ancestors, that was good. Are you all right, Shalia?”

  “Hand me a bucket of stim tabs, and I’ll let you know.”

  He laughed and disengaged with care. Then he plucked me from the desk top and settled me on the nearby chair. As Oses tucked himself back into his uniform, he eyed Betra speculatively.

  Betra sat on the desk, looking at me with desperate want. His cocks were swollen fit to burst and had turned an almost angry purplish color. His cheeks were wet with tears. His erections must have been hurting horribly.


  There was no trace of sympathy on Oses’ face. “Well Shalia, I’m not sure what I should do with this boy. If I’m to be serious about punishing him, I should send him on his way like this.”

  Betra’s agony was a bit much for me to take. “Or you could let him take care of himself for our ... entertainment.” Not so much my entertainment. The humiliation angle had its moments, but now that I was a satisfied Shalia, I didn’t find it quite as titillating.

  And I did hate seeing Betra that miserable. My pique with him for discounting my fears was more than gone by now.

  “I suppose I can be lenient this once.” Oses removed the cuffs from Betra’s wrists and pointed at the floor. “On your knees, boy.”

  Betra slid from the desk to the floor. Oses went into his desk and found a small cloth, which he flung at the Imdiko. “Jerk yourself to climax and make it quick. I’ve got work to do. And don’t make a mess or you’ll spend your day on your hands and knees scrubbing my floor.”

  We watched as Betra grasped his main prick with one hand and held the cloth to catch his eruption. It took him only seconds to achieve climax, and he screamed when he did. I saw how Oses licked his lips when it happened.

  The weapons commander made him get dressed and leave almost immediately, giving Betra hardly any time to recover. My liaison staggered out the door, looking much the worse for wear.

  Oses turned to me after Betra left, a soft smile on his features. “Well, it’s not quite how I imagined having the two of you at once, but it’s more than I had any right to hope for. Thank you for helping that happen, Shalia.”

  “Let me know if you decide to build on what we started today,” I told him. I winced as I made my rubbery legs stand and walk towards the door. “Just make sure the next phase doesn’t happen for another day or two.”

  He laughed and agreed. We’re a rather confused bunch, I suppose. I wonder how this will affect Oses and Betra’s relationship from now on.

  April 5, early

  Damn it, we need an exorcist on this stupid ship. The haunting issue is getting out of hand.

  By the time I hooked back up with Candy and Katrina yesterday, it was dinner time. My besties were still freaked out about the ghost encounter in our would-be dance club. Thinking back on it, I felt kind of chicken myself.

  The three of us decided we would have a slumber party of sorts – a big sleepover for grownups who felt as vulnerable as children. It didn’t matter that our section of the ship was now being monitored as never before and Nobek security patrolled up and down the corridors. We’d seen that shadow thing disappear into nowhere. Blasters and big, strong Kalquorians were not going to keep it from going where it damned well pleased.

  After dinner we congregated in the Matara rec room to hash over our spooky problem with the others. The place was full to bursting with our fellow lottery lasses since word had spread. There was concern and skepticism in equal amounts from those who had not met Mr. Ghost yet. I’d say everyone was equally divided in camps of believers, those who thought there was a more rational explanation, outright doubters, and those who weren’t sure what to think.

  “What I wouldn’t give for a priest just this one time,” Heather muttered as the hour drew late. She and another woman who had been in our club-finding party planned to spend the night together after their scare. I had the feeling there were going to be plenty of ‘slumber parties’ tonight.

  “I’m more afraid of the old Earth priests than any bugaboo,” snorted someone else.

  “Yeah, well you didn’t see that thing trying to trap us either, did you?” Heather was defensive and had made it clear she would take a swing at anyone who dared to call her a liar.

  I was exhausted and my head hurt. We’d talked the issue to death and no one had any answers except Candy. She still wanted to hunt the ghost down and try to make it move on to the spirit world. Even Katrina admitted she was ready to work with Candy on that front.

  “I need to sleep,” I told my two friends. I was still pretty knackered from my wild time with Oses and Betra earlier. “We can pull together our plan for entity extermination tomorrow and get it done then.”

  “I agree,” Katrina said. “My place, yours, or hers?”

  “Mine,” Candy said. “I’ve got my computer with all my notes in there. We can get going first thing in the morning when we’re rested up. Not that I’m sure I’ll sleep one wink.”

  “Candy, you weren’t even there when we were confronted by that thing today,” Katrina pointed out.

  “But I’ve already seen it face to faceless face. I am perfectly justified in being scared.”

  We adjourned to Candy’s room after Katrina and I stopped off for nightgowns and extra pillows and blankets. The women insisted my pregnancy allotted me bed sharing rights with Candy. Katrina set up camp on the floor next to the sleeping mat rather than out in the sitting room’s lounger. She had to shift a pile of stuffed animals and dolls to do so.

  I don’t know how much the other two tossed and turned. I was asleep moments after my head hit my pillow. All hail the exhausting benefits of sex. After that and the excitement of my earlier spectral encounter, I was wasted.

  I do know things were quiet until about two hours before my regular wake time. Then a hand gripped my shoulder, bringing me out of slumber. I blinked my eyes open.

  I lay on my side, facing the side of the bed where Katrina had decided to sleep on the floor. She was seated on the bed at my feet, staring towards the door. Candy was at my back. She was the one who had gripped my shoulder. Fuzzy with sleep, I looked up at her. She curled against me, propped up on her elbow so that she sort of leaned over me. In the low-level lighting she’d left on, I could see her looking from me to the door and back, waiting for me to wake.

  When I also looked towards the door to the sitting room where my friends’ attention directed, Candy leaned close to my ear. “Katrina says something came to the door and peeked in. When she sat up, it went into the sitting room. We’ve been hearing sounds for the last minute, like something is moving about.”

  I strained to hear, but all I could detect was my heartbeat and Candy’s breath, still close to my ear. “Should we go look?” I whispered.

  “Katrina tried to com Oses a moment ago, but he didn’t answer,” Candy said. “She’s about to try Betra.”

  Indeed, Katrina had her portable unit in her hand. Her thumb pressed for the frequency.

  I heard Betra’s sleepy voice a moment later, the sound a bit distant and tinny. “Liaison Betra here.”

  At that moment there was a heavy thud in the other room. I heard what sounded like a growl. The three of us made scared sounds: Katrina gasped, and Candy and I yipped with surprise.

  Katrina wasted no time yelling to Betra for help as I jumped out of the bed and grabbed the nearest thing I could find: a heavy colored glass vase Candy had purchased at the Xniktix Station. “Betra, something’s in here in Candy’s quarters. We need security!”

  As for me, I’d had it with cowering from the unknown. The thing in our hoped-for club had freaked me out, but I’d had enough scares in the last few months to last me a lifetime. I did the stupidest thing I could. I ran into the sitting room, brandishing the vase.

  No one was there, but Candy’s handheld had gone from the table to the floor. I knew for a fact where it had been sitting before we all went to bed. That must have been the thud I had heard.

  Pounding sounded at the door to the corridor. The damned thing shook with the force of the blows. “Security! Open up!”