Shalia's Diary Book 12

by Tracy St. John

  “Here you go, my Matara,” Larten chuckled, setting me on my feet on the raised area. “I am overjoyed at your enthusiasm for this adventure.”

  “Less talky, more freezy and fucky.” I twisted about, glancing up and down at the two ends of what I was convinced would become my happiness haven. “Where are the switches? Throw ‘em.”

  Seot stepped in front of me, grinning from ear to ear. “Field, scan and enable on Earther only. No effect on Kalquorians.”

  A robotic voice issued from the platform. “Confirmed. Containment effective for Earther only.”

  I was having another look at the toys in our wonderland when I suddenly couldn’t move a muscle. The air grew dense around me. “Hey. Whoa. Okay. I can still talk,” I said.

  “Yes, you can. But otherwise, no movement?” Seot ran his hand over my buttocks. I would have wriggled with the jolt of reaction his touch provoked, but I couldn’t.

  “Roger that,” I confirmed. My pussy was wet, reacting to the vulnerable state I was in, enhanced by the men taking advantage by putting their hands all over me. And I mean, ALL over me.

  My clanmates explored me, as if they hadn’t memorized my body already. As they did so, they arranged me to make sure they didn’t miss a single inch. Minutely examined, caressed, stroked, squeezed, and occasionally pinched, I had no choice but to surrender to them. With Larten’s venom making me sensitive to it all, arousal pulsed through me, making my whole being an erogenous zone. I moaned and panted within seconds of it starting.

  “So responsive,” Seot said, and I glowed in the approving tone he used. “Though you can’t give a physical reaction, your expression says it all. My Shalia wants to be handled by her clan.”

  “Whether we’re gentle or rough,” Larten agreed. He punctuated that statement by smacking my ass.

  The surge of heat from his strike barreled right into my lady bits, and I cried out. “More,” I begged.

  “We’ll get to that, my love. In our time.”

  “But first, you must be kissed,” Cifa said, his purple eyes alight. “Tasted.”

  Oh sweet ancestors. They fell on me like ravenous wolves, hot wet mouths everywhere, as their hands had been. With the exception of my scalp, my flesh was mouthed, kissed, licked, nipped, sucked—no, they missed nothing that wasn’t covered by the hair on my head.

  Each touch, whether a stinging bite or the tenderest kiss, made me feverish with need. When long tongues lapped my cream-coated inner thighs, I begged them to take me then. Nobody had to touch my cunt or my clit to make me desperate to come. When they did touch my slit, when a rough, wet tongue traced that path, I screamed. Violent, burning desire blasted through me, turning my insides into an inferno.

  They took turns lapping the constant wetness sliding from my core, tormenting me with ecstasy. I strained to move, crazed to do anything to entice orgasm. I couldn’t, and my clanmates refused to be rushed from their enjoyment. The long, sensuous strokes on my pussy went on and on, as if they would never end. I fell to moaning, a constant sobbing drone drifting on the air. An occasional flick against my clit brought sharp cries.

  At last, at some signal unseen by me, they stepped away. I didn’t know whether to be relieved that the teasing had ceased or anguished that they’d stopped and I hadn’t come yet. I whimpered pleading noises.

  “My Nobek?” Seot offered a courtly bow to our clan protector. He and Cifa pulled the bench near and settled in to watch as Larten found a blindfold. The last thing I saw before he tied it over my eyes was my Dramok and Imdiko relaxing and stroking themselves in anticipation of the show.

  The soft, dark cloth over my eyes cut off the sense I used most often, forcing me to concentrate on others. With Larten’s venom working through me, those senses were heightened. I could feel the blindfold’s knot at the back of my head, the eddies of air as my Nobek moved. Soft shuffling sounds of him testing the tools at his disposal made me imagine him weighing each for its possibilities for use on me. His spicy scent overlaid a more animal aroma that thrilled me. It mixed with my own smell of excitement.

  I hung in midair as I waited to discover what Larten had in store for me.

  The rough pads of calloused fingertips came out of nowhere, stroking over my breasts. He cupped each in turn, as if testing their weight. Caressing. Squeezing gently. Pinching my nipples to send shocks of delight through me, darts of passion that went straight to my clit.

  He stroked down, feather touches along my stomach, moving lower. Larten didn’t tease when he got down to my pussy. He cupped my mound, rubbing his fingers against the soaked flesh, sliding them over the slit so that I tried with all my might to kick in passion. Yet I couldn’t do anything but feel and cry out, even when two fingers invaded my core.

  Once more, I desperately chased climax as Larten pumped in and out of me, finding that next of nerves within with unerring skill. He rubbed the heel of his hand against my clit from time to time, making my hair stand up as electric excitement blasted through me. It wasn’t enough to make me come. It was torture, again taking me to aching nearness without letting me succumb.

  Through it all, he said not a single word. He fingerfucked me in silence, giving me no hint of how he gauged my reactions or what plans he might have for me beyond the moment. In the silence, broken only by the wet sounds of him taking me, the thunder of my heart, and my desperate gasps, I heard the soft occasional movements of Seot and Cifa. They didn’t speak either, but I was aware of them watching me as I hung helpless under Larten’s care. Viewing captive entertainment, my naked body theirs to examine, my reactions bare for their consideration as our Nobek commanded me.

  I had no warning when a hard, flat surface collided with my ass. My sharp, inhaled breath had a tiny shriek to it as violent heat bloomed across my rump. The pain was just ebbing when another whack burned my flesh. And another. And another.

  I fought to jerk away, the instinctive need to flee taking over for the first few seconds. Yet I hung there helpless as hurt splashed across my buttocks over and over. I couldn’t run. I couldn’t flinch. I had no choice but to take the paddling Larten had decided to mete out.

  My quirky, kinky brain, buzzing with the intoxicant in my system, kicked into overdrive. Its wiring, connected to exult in safe powerlessness and heady pain, delivered me from torment. It concentrated on the spreading warmth of my spanked bottom, on my inability to escape, on Larten’s fingers fucking my pussy and his hand rubbing my clit.

  I shouted in ecstasy, given over to sensation too great to think through. I lit in carnal delight as my silent Nobek punished my ass and pleasured my pussy. My cunt seized on his fingers, spasming around them as he drove me into a frenzy.

  It went on and on. I couldn’t say how long he tortured me with exquisite rapture, holding me on the cusp of orgasm that way. I was subject to his whims, with no way to end the incredible discipline and reward. A part of me thought he would keep at it forever, with me having no hope of escape.

  But it did end after some time, and abruptly. Larten’s fingers pulled free, and the paddling ceased. His warmth disappeared. My pussy throbbed and so did my ass. I sobbed with loss, but couldn’t speak a word. Not even ‘please’. I was left aching and bereft.

  Heat before me. My hopes lifted in an instant as a masculine presence moved against me.

  Hands grasped my shoulders, pushing. Then they gripped my knees, spreading them wide. I lounged in mid-air, open to him. I continued to weep, wordlessly begging him to fuck me as I so desperately needed to be fucked.

  Something hummed. The vibrator kicked to life an instant before Larten pressed it against my clit.

  Elation blasted through me, rending from within. Climax barreled through me, huge and brutal. As my pussy gave a violent spasm, Larten shoved in, his cocks pushing past all resistance in a demanding thrust.

  Another earthshattering blast walloped me. I would have screamed, but I couldn’t draw breath. Holy fuck, I came with brutal force.

  Wave after wave of sens
ation pounded me as Larten stroked, taking me with his usual demand. Meanwhile, the vibrator pressed to my clit, not giving me a moment of sanity. I swore I was turning inside out from the force of the unrelenting surges. And I couldn’t move. Couldn’t even twitch to escape.

  “That’s right,” my Nobek said. “Keep coming for me. I want that pussy pulling on my cock. That’s it. Just like that.”

  Like the paddling, he went at me forever, fucking me and playing that vibrator over my clit. I kept thinking I had to go numb or something, but Larten moved the toy around, finding a new spot to stimulate so that I got no relief from the vicious, biting pleasure.

  I thought I would go insane. With each renewed blast that shot through me, I begged for mercy. Time and again, Larten would answer, “This is my pussy. If I want it to come for me all night, then that’s what it will do.”

  He might have made good on that promise, except things started feeling too delicious for him to resist his own hungers. He grunted as his groin pounded against mine, as he fed my convulsing body his thick cock to the accompaniment of whip-cracks of flesh meeting flesh. His rhythm fell off. His breath came more harshly than ever. A hand slapped against my ass, bringing the paddled skin to stinging life as he thrust with faltering tempo.

  “My—my Mah-mah-tara!” he cried out.

  His cocks jerked within me, filling me with his passion. The vibrator fell away, thumped to the ground as he ground in deep, both hands gripping my hips. He poured until his seed dripped out.

  The sounds of the room swam in and out. I remained motionless in the field, too wasted to move even if I could have. That man devastated me in the most spectacular fashion imaginable.

  He kissed me before slipping out. I couldn’t summon the strength to whimper when the gentler grip of Cifa tugged me vertical once more. He tugged my blindfold off so I could gaze into his eager, smiling face.

  “You’re conscious? I’m impressed,” he grinned. “Open your mouth for this stim tab.”

  I obeyed, certain that wouldn’t bring me to life. All hail Kalquorian pharmaceuticals. Less than a minute later, I was awake once more.

  I didn’t tell Cifa, but I worried Larten might have sapped me of all the amorous inclinations I’d had to give. I’d come fucking forever for my Nobek. Surely even my admittedly ridiculous libido would pack it in for the evening.

  Ah, but I have a resourceful Imdiko. Perhaps he intuited my situation, because the first thing he took from the shelves was a jar of sensitizing gel. “Let’s keep you feeling excited,” he said, scooping a generous dollop onto his fingers and smearing it on my pussy.

  For heaven’s sake, his touch alone sent happy thrills through me, even before the gel sank in. I am a nymphomaniac, at least where my clanmates are concerned.

  Cifa rubbed some on my breasts as well, paying extra attention to my nipples. “There we go. Such pretty breasts and clit deserve to look their best. I have just the things.”

  Another trip to the shelves rewarded him with weighted nipple clamps and a clit clip. I gazed at the jeweled adornments with valid concern.

  Cifa squeezed one clamp open, settling it to circle my nipple. Before he tightened its grip, I was moaning. The gel had begun its work, making me vulnerable to the slightest pressure. Hurt stabbed into me as he set the tension, the weight of the sparkling multicolored stones hanging from the clamp adding a ferocious ache to the torment.

  “So pretty,” my Imdiko sighed, tapping the dangling length of gems to make them swing. “You enjoy looking beautiful for me, don’t you, my Matara?”

  It was his way of asking if I would submit to his wants. If I would allow him to push my surrender. Of course I would. Forever and ever.

  “I’m yours,” I whimpered, despite the tiny shards of pain that continued to jab my breast. “What my Imdiko wants from me, he has.”

  Cifa smiled and rewarded me with a kiss that warmed me to my toes. Then he placed a matching clamp on my other breast and watched with love shining in his eyes as I struggled with the pain without complaint.

  More kisses, sweet and gentle but hot enough to have curled my toes if I could have moved them. Those kisses alone made me glad to give him anything he wanted. As did his whispered approval and vows of love.

  He knelt before me, and pushed my legs apart to gaze at my vulnerable pussy. His thumb stroked over the clitoris clip, also weighted by dangling jewels. “So swollen from coming for our Nobek,” Cifa sighed, his gaze filled with pleasure. “This is going to be tight on you. Are you ready?”

  I probably wasn’t, but I wanted to be. So I said, “Yes.”

  The clip resembled a huge bobby pin without the ridges. Cifa pried the metal blades apart and slid the clip around my clit. It was tight all right, almost snug enough to hurt. When he put it on me, the first of the jewels dangling from the rounded end tapped against my clit. That got my attention.

  Maybe Larten hadn’t taken everything after all.

  “How lovely,” Cifa complimented. “So beautiful. You deserve a kiss.”

  A kiss he delivered to my clit as he held the jewels out of the way. A kiss that involved sucking and rubbing my engorged flesh with his tongue. He didn’t relent until I was crying out with need, my poor pussy throbbing with want. It was as if Larten hadn’t already satisfied me to near unconsciousness.

  Giving my slit and nice, slow lick to gather up the honey that coated it, Cifa left off the decadent attention. “Did you enjoy that? I believe I want something similar too.”

  He stood and worked to rearrange my pose to his liking. His liking turned out to be my face on level with his groin, my body laid out horizontally so that the weighted jewels on my nipples and clit hung straight down towards the floor…a painful position made more so when he set the jewels to swinging.

  Cifa sighed happily as he combed his fingers through my hair, gripping the sides of my head, holding me in place for his glistening primary. “Open, my Matara. Open that pretty mouth for my cock.”

  Trembling with equal parts anticipation and hurt, I obeyed. Hot, slick flesh tasting of sweet cinnamon slid over my tongue, traveling all the way back, reaching into my throat. I swallowed, surrendering to my Imdiko’s desires.

  He gazed down at me, his eyes glazing at the sight of himself buried to the groin, his secondary pressed hard beneath my jaw. His cock twitched as he paused, soaking in the moment. “Yes. The most beautiful mouth that has ever existed.”

  His approval discouraged me from useless struggles as my lungs begged for air, as it wanted to gag against the choking pressure. I relaxed and accepted, my spirit singing at Cifa’s delight in me.

  He drew out to the tip, allowing me to pull in a desperately needed breath. I forgot about the painful weights hanging from me until Cifa reached down to set them swinging once again. I whimpered small, hurt noises as his hips thrust shallowly, fucking my mouth.

  Despite the darts of brilliant pain filling my breasts and the ache from my pussy, I delighted in the pulse of the vein against my tongue, in the enthralled expression Cifa wore as he pleasured himself with me. Besides, the clip on the shaft of my clit made it throb in tandem with my heartbeat, offering as much joy as pain. Things were confused, with the torment and bliss swirling so close together that their boundaries blurred.

  Cifa pushed in deep once more, making me take his full length. Again, he held still, enjoying the feel of being utterly enclosed in wet warmth. Seconds spun out. My throat spasmed, trying to expel the invader. My eyes watered and streamed as instinct tried to make me struggle, though the field kept me from doing so.

  “Good girl,” Cifa grunted, drawing out so I could breathe again. His cock spurted a taste of passion on my tongue, rewarding me for my efforts.

  As Larten had, my Imdiko took his time with me, drawing out his bliss and my anticipation. I had no idea whether he would climax in my mouth, feeding me the entirety of his desire, or if he would fulfill himself in some other fashion. My existence became a glorious eternity of him setting the cl
amps’ weights swaying to provide exacting hurt that somehow enthralled as well. An eternity of his delicious shaft stroking against my tongue, filling my throat, granting me sweetish-salty drops of his lust.

  I would have been content with that. My lips pursed around the tip of him when he at last drew out, trying my best to retain some claim on him. He chuckled and bent down to kiss me gently on my lips, swollen from his extended use.

  “That’s my good girl. A little more testing and a nice fuck for you. All right?”

  I whimpered a sound that was half-plea, half-hopefully. Yes and please. Yes, yes, yes, and please, please, please.

  Leaving me hanging facedown, Cifa patted my head and stepped around, ending up between my legs.

  I shivered with excitement to feel his primary nestle against my ass. It burrowed against me, seeking tight shelter. I moaned as the tapered tip nudged the taut ring open, pushing inside until its smaller twin began to find its own home inside my pussy.

  Cifa paused then, leaning over me, blanketing me with his warmth. The tension in my muscles eased as his body heat sank into me. The moment of ease evaporated when he tugged on a jeweled clamp, sending a slice of riveting pain through my breast.