Shalia's Diary Book 4

by Tracy St. John

  Even more surprising was the reaction of the female Ofetuchans to the Little Creep’s statement. They hissed like pissed off cats. Their stares at me were furious, though I couldn’t be sure if they were mad at me for being subjugated or at my kind for subjugating me. The men looked amazed.

  Finiuld nodded sadly at his audience. “Yes, yes, unthinkable, isn’t it? Females as the inferior gender ... how bizarre.”

  “Unnatural,” said one green-haired woman who sat near Finiuld. She had all of one couch to herself, like some queen. “Monstrous. The whole lot should be exterminated.”

  “They almost have been, Glidas,” Finiuld said quickly, as if to placate her. “At any rate, they are no better than any of the others we keep for our exhibits. They have sentience, but no real chance of advancement. They can never attain our level, so they are just like the others in the wild.”

  There were a few murmurs of agreement. Most of the women still looked affronted, especially Glidas the Green-Haired.

  Finiuld continued, his good humor working to overcome the pall of disgust that had descended on the group. “I have also seen some signs Earthers can be taught better, if Shalia is any indication. The Kalquorian, however, is most assuredly a lost cause.”

  There was a lot of mean laughter over that sally. Everyone up on the ledge was looking more relaxed again. I checked on Oses to see how he was taking being insulted. He didn’t seem to be paying attention to their conversation at all, though I had no doubt he heard every word said. He was more interested in examining his surroundings, no doubt trying to figure out a way of escape or attack.

  Finiuld’s good humor was getting that evil cast I’d learned to recognize. His tombstone smile, turning to me, made every hair on my body stand up.

  He said, “I thought it might be fun to see the roles of these two lesser creatures reversed. We’ll put their aberrant natures back on the right course, for a few minutes at least. Shalia?”

  I wanted to move right up against Oses, to take shelter in his strength. However, I didn’t want to give Finiuld any reason to harm my friend and lover. So I stood right where I was and answered. “What?”

  “You are in command of the Kalquorian. He will be subservient to you and your pleasures. You may begin by tying him on the platform.”

  Oses went very still. He stared at Finiuld with his eyes narrowed.

  Okay so it was Oses, my actual lover, that they wanted me to have sex with. Not some Tragoom with a tree trunk cock, not the amphibian-insectoid Dantovonian, and not the crazy vine-hanging Isetacian. I still wasn’t up for having sex in front of an audience. Especially not when they were looking at me with disgusted fascination.

  I crossed my arms over my breasts, already feeling grossed out by the situation. “You want me to tie Oses up?”

  “That is my command.”

  “And then you want me to have sex with him?”

  “Absolutely. For once, it will be you dominating a male. One who does not like to be dominated.”

  Under his breath, Oses muttered, “It depends on the situation. The bastard doesn’t know as much as he thinks he does.”

  I was startled to hear my Nobek friend say he could get into being on the receiving end. Damn, Finiuld wasn’t the only one with misinformation.

  That bit of intelligence was pushed firmly to the background because I had to deal with the here and now. “I won’t enjoy dominating him. It’s not in my character.” I didn’t know if that was true. I’d never had the opportunity to be in charge of any man in a sexual situation. The biggest thing for me was that I didn’t want to have sex for the Ofetuchans’ entertainment. The thought turned my stomach.

  “It’s a learned response. You’ll get used to it,” Finiuld told me. His eyes narrowed in warning. “Do it.”

  The look said it all. If I continued to balk, punishment would happen. Most likely to Oses, too. The oft-repeated fantasy of taking Finiuld apart limb from limb was back. My fingers actually twitched with the need to wrap around his throat, to yank on his arms and legs until they ripped free from his body. The need to commit murder was abrupt and fierce.

  Before I could do anything stupid, Oses went into motion. He walked across the blue marble floor, right up to the platform. He lay on his back amongst the pillows and spread his arms and legs wide, apparently ready to be tied up as Finiuld had commanded me to do.

  Something in my stomach lurched to see that big, delicious body splayed like a decadent sensual sacrifice. My girl parts, which had been decidedly quiet – revolted even by the idea of getting frisky for an audience – perked up. My pussy loves it some Oses and obviously doesn’t care how it gets it.

  The rest of me cared, however. I went to the platform, hopped up and leaned over the Nobek to glare at him. “What the hell are you doing?”

  “Keeping you safe,” he answered. “Be a good girl and tie me up good and tight.”

  I could have strangled Oses. “I am not having sex for their amusement.”

  “Yes, you are. You are going to use me and, if Finiuld tells you to, abuse me. You will do it to keep your child safe.” His eyes narrowed. “That is an order, pet. I am giving you power over me for our mutual satisfaction and to keep us breathing.”

  Something in me drew in tight, like a puppy whimpering in a corner. “Oses, this isn’t the kind of thing you like.”

  He looked down at himself. I looked too. Damn if the bastard wasn’t erect ... and I mean ramrod straight.

  I stared at him in shock. He grinned. “As I said, in the right situation I don’t mind being on the bottom. Fucking you is always the right situation.”

  “We’re waiting, Shalia.” Finiuld’s voice dripped with threat now.

  “In front of these assholes?” I hissed. I couldn’t believe Oses was up for it. Pun intended.

  “I don’t see them. They no longer exist, except for the threat they hold over my Matara. I see only you, my beautiful mate. Fuck me, however they want you to. I am yours, and I am all that matters.”

  “Last warning.” The Little Creep was sounding really pissed against the backdrop of the others’ snickers.

  I did not want to be a performing monkey for the Ofetuchans. I didn’t know the first thing about being in charge sexually. Raped by Earther men and then dominated by Kalquorians, I was kind of at a loss.

  Yet here was Oses, splayed across that platform for my pleasure. He did look delicious. As much as I didn’t want to be turned on for the amusement of my captors, I was all warm and squishy inside contemplating him. Plus, fucking Oses would keep him from being tortured or killed by Finiuld.

  I swung a leg over the Nobek so that could kneel over him. His eyes lit up.

  “You are mine,” I told him, loud enough for everyone to hear. “You will do as I want. You will please me or suffer for it.”

  Oses grinned, showing me his fangs. “I will even suffer if that pleases you. I can take plenty of abuse. I like pain.”

  For heaven’s sake, he was as bad as me. “Good boy,” I said. “I’m going to tie your arms, and you will let me.”

  “Yes.”

  As I crawled upward, my body moving over his as I went, I had an idea. “You will eat my pussy while I tie you up.”

  “Thank you, my Matara.” Oses’ voice was an excited whisper.

  I knelt over his face, grasping one of his wrists as I did so. I lowered down, watching as my sex descended to his mouth. His expression was eager, sending a stab of delight through me. Having a man look at me with such want is always a turn-on.

  “Yes! Shove your cunt in his face.”

  Finiuld’s voice kind of took the arousal out of the situation. I don’t know why I did what I did next. It should have been asking for trouble. However, with Oses putting himself at my mercy and me feeling the strength of it, I wasn’t in the mindset of anyone telling me what to do. Not even the little shithead who had the power of life and death over us.

  I paused and looked over my shoulder up at the ledge where Finiul
d perched. In a voice that stated ‘don’t-fuck-with-me’ I said, “He will serve me as I wish. I am in control here. You stay out of it.”

  I saw surprise cross Finiuld’s face. Even more shocking, I saw acceptance. Next to him Glindas, the green-haired woman who had been so disgusted with me, looked smug and satisfied.

  I had a realization then. It was the Ofetuchan women who were in control of their society, not the men. I should have figured it out from their earlier conversation, but I can be a bit thick at times. Particularly when I’m viewed more as a zoo exhibit and under the constant threat of torture. I think I can be excused for not catching on a little more quickly.

  Hoping I wasn’t pushing my luck, I told the Little Creep, “Do not interrupt me again. This Kalquorian has some lessons to learn.”

  Not waiting to see if Finiuld was going to freak out on me for putting him in his place, I returned my attention to Oses. “How am I doing?” I whispered.

  “Just give me that damned pussy,” he grinned. “Stop stalling.”

  “Did you just make a demand on me? I think it’s time you learned better.”

  With that, I sat on his face. I ground my pussy against his lips and dug in. It’s a wonder the man could breathe the way I crammed my sex against his face. I rubbed against him and moaned as my insides lit up.

  Making happy sounds, Oses licked and kissed my flesh. Oh, that rough tongue felt so good as it moved against tender parts. It took me a few seconds to remember I needed to tie him up.

  “That’s it. Eat that pussy,” I gasped as I wound the cord around his wrist. Remembering how the men in my love life always took care, I made sure I didn’t tie the knot so tight that it would cut off Oses’ circulation.

  My gorgeous man-toy obeyed me with a will that I could only be amazed at. His mouth was a thing of brilliance as he pleasured me. I was flooding him with juices, rewarding his astounding work. He made a lot of noise, sucking and slurping, and of course snatching a desperate breath here and there. I kept having to remind myself to lift up from time to time so I didn’t smother Oses. He later told me it would have been a wonderful way to die.

  It felt like it took me an hour to tie that Nobek’s wrists. To say I kept getting distracted was putting it lightly. My insides quivered and shook under the sweet assault of his mouth on me. Damn, Oses was talented. He should have had a Ph.D. in cunnilingus. It was insane.

  Even after I finally had his hands helpless, I couldn’t tear myself away right off to tie his ankles. I squatted there over his face, feeling that wicked tongue make me a happy Shalia. Heat was a weight in my gut, and sizzling sparks seemed to fly from my clit when he mouthed me there. My body quaked with excitement. Have I mentioned Oses was really good at this?

  I finally made myself draw away. Oses looked up at me with such want, it nearly stole my breath. “More,” he begged.

  His plea reminded me that I had the power. I could do whatever I wanted with this man. I also wasn’t sure what to do with him.

  Well, we’d made a pretty good start. I thought I’d come up with something new by the time I got Oses’ ankles tied.

  I was right. No sooner had I bound my Nobek up nice and helpless when I got an idea. However, I didn’t want to go too far ... a notion that seemed almost laughable given the big hulking body that was mine to command. Even bound, Oses looked as eternal and unassailable as the stone heads of Easter Island. I had a vision of him erupting from the platform, the cords shredding like confetti as he pulled free. No way those ties could really hold him.

  I crawled up his body, slinking like I knew what I was doing and held all the cards. I purposely let his cocks trace down my torso as I slunk over him. Oses watched me come, his gaze dark and excited.

  “You like pain?” I whispered so only he could hear.

  His cocks jerked against my stomach. “Oh, yes,” he breathed. “Will you give it to me?”

  I nodded. “I will. This is going to sound stupid since I doubt I can do much damage to you, but I want you to let me know if things get out of hand. You can say sholt for me like I do for you.”

  I have to give Oses credit. He didn’t laugh at me telling him to let me know if little ol’ me caused big, bad him too much pain. He simply nodded and said, “Yes, my Matara.”

  I must note here that I wasn’t into dealing out punishment. Oses’ body excited me. Having him tied up so I could enjoy him to distraction was a pretty hot idea. However, I had something of a squeamish reaction to doing to him what I liked done to me. Just ordering him around had felt awkward. I wasn’t cut out to dominate.

  However, Oses was definitely excited. I was determined to see what I could do to make him continue to enjoy this bizarre situation we were in.

  My avenues of punishment seemed few. I didn’t have a paddle or strap to hit Oses with. Spanking him barehanded was out of the question since he was tied down on his back. Besides, I would have hurt my hand long before I’d made an impression on his tough hide. No, I was going to have to be creative.

  I backed up so that I straddled his lower abdomen, just above where his cocks curved. Feeling their hot slickness against my ass was delightful. Sitting thusly, I stretched out over Oses’ body, putting my hands on his shoulders. I hooked my fingers into claws and dragged my nails down his torso, all the way to the bottom of his ribs. Thin streaks of red appeared on his skin in their wake, marking him.

  His reaction was immediate. He yelled out, and his hips jerked towards the ceiling, bouncing me. His cocks jerked too. His eyes glazed a little, and a slight smile touched his lips.

  “You like that,” I said. It was not a question.

  “Harder, my Matara,” Oses groaned. “Please.”

  I did it again, digging in a bit more. This time, a few of the streaks emitted tiny droplets of blood. Oses’ heels drummed against the surface of the platform as he shouted, “Yes! Harder, I beg you!”

  I was glad he liked it so much, but this was edging into my personal squidgy limits. However, I raked his torso again, drawing real blood this time. Oses howled.

  “Now fuck me while you’re doing that!”

  I slapped him lightly on the jaw. “I command, not you,” I reminded him in a voice firmer than the slap had been.

  To drive home that point, I pinched his nipples harder than I wanted to, but not so hard I thought I would leave bruises. Oses loved that. His fangs came down and he writhed beneath me. It was like trying to ride a bucking bronco.

  “I’m sorry, my Matara. I forgot myself. Please, please, fuck me.”

  I almost did, simply because I wanted to screw more than I wanted to hurt Oses. I am definitely not geared for that kind of thing, it turns out. Yet I wouldn’t be in control if I gave in. I still wanted to enjoy a little of that aspect. Awkward or not, I kind of liked it a little.

  I slapped his chest in admonishment several times. Those granite pectoral muscles seemed like a safe place to hit, where I couldn’t cause any damage. “I don’t want to fuck you right now. I want you to listen. I want you to obey me, Nobek.”

  Oses groaned and made himself go still. “Yes, my Matara. I beg your forgiveness. I am not submitting as I should.”

  “No, you’re not.” I gave him a severe look. “I am not pleased. I may decide to withhold orgasm for your misbehavior.”

  Oses’ eyes widened at that threat. His dangerous expression suddenly had me ready to ask for forgiveness myself.

  But I was supposed to dominate him. I swallowed back my fear and gave him a fierce glare of my own.

  For a wonder, the big, bad Nobek surrendered, his fierce demeanor easing. “If that is what my Matara wishes, then all I want is to please her. Do with me as you will.”

  I had the urge to be nice to him because he was obviously trying so hard. I knew how difficult it was for Oses to hand over control, and that he did so out of love for me. However, I had to command respect and keep this brute in his place. I had to play the part of having the upper hand. I had to own him.

  So
unding as steely as I could, I said, “I fully intend to have you the way I want. Do not test me again.”

  His eyes widened again, but this time the tiniest hint of a smile lifted one corner of his lips. I felt his cocks jerk against my backside. “Yes, my Matara,” he whispered.

  I gave his nipples another harsh pinch, just to drive home the point. Oses caught his breath. His eyes darkened. Yep, he liked pain. I might not have been a fan of dealing it out, but as long as he liked it...

  I leaned forward and sucked one pebbled brown nipple into my mouth. Oses writhed and moaned. I seized the hard tip between my teeth and applied pressure. He yelled in unrestrained delight.

  I moved to the other nipple, abusing it as much as I could without getting that ‘yuck’ feeling in my gut. Oses responded with more enthusiasm.

  Feeling that beast beneath me, straining and eager, had good things happening inside. I was ready to step up Oses’ torment and my pleasure.

  I sat up. Looking into that eager face, I said, “I am going to fuck you, the way I like. You will not come until I tell you. If I tell you.”

  There was a flash of that dangerous look again, but it lasted only a moment. “Yes, my Matara,” was what Oses said.

  It was amazing to realize how much alike he and I were.

  I arranged myself so that I was poised over his cocks. Damn, I was ready to have him. Being in control was giving me options I hadn’t had before.

  I grabbed his smaller prick. “So hard. Hot and wet,” I breathed, rubbing it from base to tip. Oses went rigid all over. “I’m going to start with this one. I’m going to fuck this cock until I come. Are you going to be a good boy and make me happy?”

  The Nobek’s response came out in a groan. “Yes, my Matara.”

  “That’s right.” I positioned him to enter me. “You’re going to serve me so that I feel good. I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to lie there and take it.”

  I slid down on him, absorbing him into myself. His larger cock rubbed up and over my clitoris. A galvanizing bolt of elation shot through me. A lilting whimper left my throat. The sound seemed to affect Oses. His hands clenched into fists.