Shalia's Diary Book 2

by Tracy St. John

  Of course my initial worry was that something has happened to Mom. I commed, but Weln didn’t answer. I didn’t even bother to leave him a message, knowing he was probably too busy. Besides, there are better people to talk to if something is up with Mom. I commed Dad next, because he’d know all the details.

  “Eve is fine,” Dad assured me. “She’s resting, but I do want to discuss what we need to do for her. Can you meet with me tomorrow?”

  “Sure,” I answered. I felt all squirmy inside because, me being me, I’m expecting the news to be bad.

  Nothing terrible is happening that Dad knows of and Nang will be here any moment, so I’ve decided not to try to com Weln again. Tomorrow will be soon enough to deal with non-emergencies. My hair is fixed as best as I can do – clean and brushed. I’ve put on the little bit of makeup I have. I’ve got on a pretty lace-trimmed blouse and a skirt with heels that make my legs look killer. I’m not wearing underwear. Damn it, I’m ready to have a nice dinner and a naughty romp. I don’t want to hear anything bad.

  Nang’s here! I’m off.

  November 17

  Ah, what a night. That was definitely one for the books.

  Dinner was so lovely. Nang had it all arranged before he brought me to a very nice dorm room. He must have consulted a vid on dating Earthers or something, because he did it up just like in the movies. Soft music playing in the background. Candlelight. China plates. Crystal glasses. Real silverware. A snow-white tablecloth. Champagne, ronka steaks in this unbelievable sauce, and a fruit dessert set off a reaction that was the epicurean equivalent of an orgasm.

  Nang had dressed up too, at least in the Kalquorian style I suppose. I was startled to realize I’d only ever seen him in his armored formsuit or naked. He had a long-sleeved sunshine yellow shirt on that was low-necked enough to show off that mighty chest to advantage. It actually made his skin glow. Yellow is a good color on that man. His chocolate brown pants molded deliciously to his butt and thighs. I wish it had been chocolate; I would have licked it right off his too-gorgeous self.

  He pulled my chair out for me; then rather than sit across the small, intimate table, he sat next to me. The meal was right out of a young woman’s romantic fantasy; quiet conversation which consisted mostly of Nang singing the praises of Shalia, gentle kisses here and there, and even the occasional feeding me from his fingers. We laughed and acted like a couple in the first throes of love.

  Hokey. Silly. But so very, very wonderful. I felt like I was in a dream.

  Gentleman Nang was a revelation. I enjoyed him very much. But when the Naughty Nang I’m familiar with took over after the champagne and dessert were all gone, I was ready for him too.

  “I have such plans for you tonight, my lovely Shalia,” the commander said, his expression going erotically ominous.

  “I certainly hope so,” I answered. I shifted in such a way so that my skirt rode up and showed off the lacy top of my stockings. Nang’s eyes widened in appreciation.

  “What have we here?” he asked. He ran his finger over the top of my thigh, pushing the skirt hem higher and higher until he discovered my dirty little secret: no panties. I was thrilled to see his fangs descend in an expression of pure lust.

  “Oh, you bad little girl,” he breathed. “You’ve been sitting here all this time like the sweetest thing imaginable, and all along you’re being so mischievous.”

  “Whatever will you do with me?” I stage-sighed.

  “Unluckily for you, I’ve already got the perfect punishment in store,” Nang grinned. “Get up and come over here.”

  ‘Over here’ was in a second room that was bare except for a long length of cord coiled on the floor and what seemed to be a pulley system installed on the ceiling. I swallowed, suddenly incredibly nervous.

  “Um … Nang? What’s all this?”

  His grin got bigger and scarier. Me being the strange woman that I am, I found the expression made me more excited. I couldn’t wait to hand myself over to the commander.

  “Don’t worry, Shalia,” Nang said. “You’re going to find out right now what I’ve got in store for you. Strip.”

  My clothes went flying. Seconds after the order, I stood before Nang, naked and shivering. Not from cold. No, I was almost sweating from the heat that came from that big Kalquorian’s possessive stare.

  “Good girl. I’d reward you if you would continue to do everything you’re told, but you won’t have much choice.” He drew me to stand beneath the pulley block and the cording that depended from it. “Now stand absolutely still. You do not dare move, Shalia.”

  That dark stare make me instinctively lower my gaze. “Yes, Nang.”

  He picked up the coiled cord on the floor next to me. The next thing I knew, he was knotting it around my waist and back, tying it into a complicated diamond pattern along the front of my torso, from beneath my breasts to just above my hips. I watched fascinated as he worked almost too quickly for the eyes. I’d never been tied up so prettily.

  “Hands behind your back, just above your ass,” Nang told me.

  I did as I was told, and the cord went about my wrists. I noticed Nang put a finger between the binding and my skin, making sure to not cut off my circulation. What a nice guy, I thought. That thought would come back to haunt me.

  He did some more work behind my back, where I couldn’t watch. Since the front was so nice and artistic, I wanted to see the rest. However, Nang had that alpha dog look on his face, the one that made me unsure if speaking would get me into trouble. So I kept my mouth shut. Nang is a dog that will bite.

  After a few minutes, he said, “Up you go, little one.” He pulled on the business end of the pulley and I discovered I was attached to the other end. I rose up in the air with a little squeal of surprise. He didn’t put me up too far; just enough that my toes left the ground.

  Nang chuckled at my shock. Then he got back to work, binding my ankles and tying them so that my legs bent back and up, holding me wide open. Oh, I liked where this was going.

  “Very nearly done, my sweet prisoner,” the commander grunted. He moved in front of me. I saw how swollen his groin was, and it made me wet in an instant. I love seeing how much a man wants me. It gives me a little rush of power, even when I’m tied up and at his mercy.

  Nang’s cord was now winding about my chest, framing my breasts and cinching tight enough to make them rosy with slowed circulation without impeding my breath. Goodness. I blinked to see them going pink.

  “Perfect,” Nang breathed. “Open your mouth.”

  I did so and got a mouthful of the cord he was tying me up with. He gagged me with it and tied it off behind my head. Carefully, he tilted my head back and bound me in such a way that I couldn’t do more than shake it from side to side just a little. As a matter of fact, that was all the movement I could manage. I was trussed tighter than a Christmas turkey.

  Nang stepped back to view his work. “Oh yes,” he said, his voice edging into a feral growl. “By the ancestors, that is perfection.”

  I could only look at him. I couldn’t speak and I couldn’t move. I was totally at his mercy, suspended there in midair. He gave me a gentle push, setting me to twirl slowly around. He stopped me when I faced him again.

  “Mine,” he said, his tone dangerous. “If I could, I’d keep you here just like this so I could come in and enjoy you whenever I wanted.”

  I got a thrill of terror at his words, though I knew his menace was only part of our fun. When he looked at me like that, it was easy to imagine him carrying out such a threat.

  He patted my breasts, not very gently. They had begun to ache being constricted the way they were, and Nang’s petting was close to spanking them. I moaned behind my gag. My pussy reacted to his domination in its usual aroused way, creaming like crazy. He plucked at my nipples, making them sting. I shuddered, and he smiled.

  “That’s it,” Nang whispered. “Feel your helplessness, Shalia. Know that I am in utter control of you, and you cannot escape me.”
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  He went to a corner, which was dark. I’d not seen anything there, but Nang brought out a small, soft bag. He opened it and brought out something that resembled a cat o’ nine tails. My eyes widened.

  The handle was very short, just large enough to fit in Nang’s palm. The fronds of it were slender pieces of leather, knotted at the ends. There were a lot of those. I tried to jerk away as Nang approached me, but I couldn’t move. I tried to protest, but with the cord tied across my mouth, I couldn’t do anything but offer a muffled groan.

  “Someone’s scared,” Nang murmured. He walked around me, dragging the flogger over my face, my head, my shoulders, my back, my ass. They slithered over my body like eager serpents.

  “Why are you afraid, Shalia?” the commander asked me. “Do you think perhaps I will damage you? That I will cause you injury? Where is the trust, my little Earther pet?”

  All I could feel were those tails tracing over my very vulnerable ass. I was scared. I’ll admit it. I had put myself in a dangerous position. I knew Nang liked to be rough. I hadn’t expected him to bring out a medieval torture device, however. Not in my wildest dreams.

  “Shalia, Shalia,” he said, making the knotted ends dance over my exposed flesh. “I would never cause you real harm. Will I give you pain? Oh, most certainly. But you like the kind of pain I offer. This – you will love this.”

  I moaned. Yeah, I liked a little discipline with my sex, but I thought Nang might take it too far. With me unable to talk, there was no way I could tell him when it got to be too much. I had really fucked up.

  “Let’s begin,” Nang said.

  I tensed, certain I was about to be flayed alive. I already had tears welling in anticipation. The tails hit my ass, and I yelped a little as I waited for searing agony.

  All I got for all my fears was a little peppering sting. No flesh ripped to ribbons. No blood flying. Just tiny twinges where the knotted ends had landed. I thought, that’s it?

  Nang laughed. “You really psyched yourself up for hell, didn’t you?” he teased. “Shalia, I don’t know whether to be amused or hurt. How could you think I would do any damage? Didn’t I say pain but no harm?”

  Well, yes he had. But only Nang knows what’s going on in his head. It was then I realized that I really don’t trust the man, not like I had Dusa and Esak.

  “Now let’s enjoy ourselves, shall we?” the commander said. He flicked my butt again with the flogger, and I relaxed, enjoying the sting and my inability to prevent it.

  It turned out Nang was a master with this instrument. He put it to me all over, striking my ass, back, belly, breasts, and thighs. Little by little, as the endorphins did their work, he increased the strength of the strikes, sending burning trails over my body. It was more an intense sensation than pain. I floated beneath his excellent discipline, finding an odd sense of peace as he plied his talent. My moans filled the room, moans of delight as I drifted deep into a strange euphoria that consumed me until there was no thought left. Just fiery, exciting throbs lighting the entirety of me. And arousal. My pussy pulsed with my heartbeat, loving how I was at the man’s mercy, how I was given completely over to him.

  Finally the ‘whipping’, such as it was, ended. I groaned a protest.

  “No, no, my little lovely. You have had enough. You are wearing my marks now, though they will fade in a day or so. It’s just as I wished.” Nang’s strong hand stroked my skin, sending tendrils of lovely tingles throughout my body.

  I was still floating in delicious surrender when he stepped behind me, lowering me so that my pussy and ass lined up to his groin. Wide open, I absorbed his thicknesses, his larger cock entering my tighter passage with ease. He was every bit as soaked as I.

  I swung back and forth through the air, Nang moving me so that his cocks plunged in and out with slow, steady sweetness. As one hand kept me sliding over him, the other rubbed and plucked at my clit. Waves of gentle release swept through me. In my rapturous state, I don’t know how long it went on. Time had no existence, and I have no idea how many times the commander brought me to climax. My mind was in an altered state. There was nothing but the ebb and flow of orgasm, until at last my body drew on Nang’s hard enough for him to spill his seed inside me.

  Afterwards, he untied me from all those knots, setting me down on my feet. I swayed drunkenly, and Nang was forced to hold me up. He laughed as he did so. He took me to yet another room with a bed. There, he gave me a pain inhibitor and I watched bemused as he traced the fine stripes he’d put on my flesh. It sounds weird, but I saw them as a sort of badge of honor. Maybe I have a bit of Nobek in me. Nang was pleased with me, which made me even more satisfied.

  The commander gave me stim tabs, which are better than coffee. We played all night, finally quitting (with regret) when the sun came up and Nang had to report in to his office. Leaving me with a couple more stim tabs to get through the day, along with pain inhibitors so my tiny welts wouldn’t make my life miserable, he left with a very pleased look on his face. A look I put there, if I may be so immodest.

  I’m going to get dressed in a few minutes and go see Mom. But right now I’m lazing in the bed where Nang and I made love over and over. It really was an amazing night. I have to say, I’m starting to regret the rest of his clan is homosexual. Sure, Nang can be a jerk, but he’s starting to grow on me. Besides, since when am I such a prize? I definitely have my moments of jerkiness too.

  All right, I’m not going to lay here and go drama queen with the woulda, couldas. It’s a waste of time and I’ll only get depressed again. I want to soak in the afterglow, and I refuse to ruin what was one of the best nights of my life.

  November 17, later

  I just finished talking to Dad and a couple of other doctors consulting on Mom’s case. Things have taken a turn for the worse. Her dementia is growing. Last night, she threw herself out of bed, jabbering nonsense about getting the car repaired. Her leg still won’t hold her up, so Mom was crawling across the floor when the orderlies rushed in. They ended up sedating her because she kept trying to leave.

  “You want me to have her put in stasis, don’t you?” I asked miserably.

  Dad held my hand, trying to give me some comfort. “It’s not necessary right now,” he told me. “She’s doing better this morning. We can sedate her at night to keep her in bed.”

  The doctor handling Mom’s case, Imdiko Ginna, added, “I’d like to see her keep going with physical therapy for as long as possible. The stronger she is going into stasis, the quicker she’ll recover when they revive her. My recommendation is that you put off cryo-freeze until it’s time for you two to leave.”

  Dad said, “She absolutely needs to be on the next transport heading to Kalquor.”

  I nodded, feeling tired despite the stim tab I’d taken. Fun time was now officially over. “All right. Therapy until it’s time to go, and stasis when we leave. Whatever is best for Mom.”

  I signed off on it officially. All the doctors except Dad left. He stayed behind to offer hugs and comfort for a few minutes.

  Oops. Com’s going off.

  That was Weln calling to find out where I am. He’s heading over right now, told me to meet him outside of Medical. I told him, “I don’t need any more bad news. Mom isn’t doing so great. She tried to crawl out of her room last night.”

  Weln said, “I’m sorry to hear that Shalia, I really am, but there’s something you need to know right now. I’ll be right there.”

  Well, let’s see what the next shitstorm is going to be about.

  November 17, third entry

  That motherfucking asshole. That unholy piece of shit. I am so mad after talking to Weln, I can’t even think straight. I’ve been walking around the Academy for the last hour now, trying to calm down and not go looking for a blaster. It’s not working. All I can think about is how much I want to blow Nang’s fucking head off.

  So I’m typing away on my handheld, hoping that writing will help me get hold of myself. I’m going to confront th
e manipulative creep, but if I do it now I’ll try to kill him. I really, really think I will.

  Nang had Dusa and Esak transferred. They found that out from Dusa’s commanding officer yesterday, because Dusa mentioned to him in passing something about how he wished the Atlanta site hadn’t needed them right away. The commander was surprised and told him that Nang had commed him and asked if he could use a rescuer and security guard. According to this guy, Nang had told him Dusa and Esak requested the transfer because they wanted the opportunity to advance their ranks faster! The son of a bitch lied!

  Weln is very worried now, as are Dusa and Esak. “We think the commander did it to get his biggest competition for you out of the way,” the Imdiko told me in low tones. He’d taken me well away from Medical to where we could see if anyone came near to listen to our conversation. “This is not normal behavior, Shalia, not for a Dramok who knows he cannot clan you. We’re afraid of this jealousy.”