Instead, Seot took it away, leaving me with my breast shrieking in agony and my pussy almost as tortured. Fuck, fuck, FUCK.
They watched me as I writhed in equal parts arousal and hurt. Little by little, the worst of both ebbed enough that I could think again. Once more, I became aware of having put myself at their mercy. My pussy spasmed in reaction, and I moaned. Damn, I was already dying for release.
Larten held up the jeweled weights, lovely amethysts hanging from tiny chains of gold. I whimpered. The pain in my nipple was just then down to a manageable level. It was about to get intense again.
He attached it to the tiny loop at the bottom of the coil. Though I was slightly reclined, I was upright enough that much of the weight hung down free. The pain was a brilliant shock that I swear lifted the hair off my head. I tried to chew through the bit in my mouth in reaction, a high-pitched wail escaping my throat.
Seot put the vibrator to me again, blasting me straight to the cusp of orgasm…and then leaving me to let the bright agony of my breast add to the excitement. My mind began to swirl in that telltale way that it did when endorphins were starting to do their work.
“Nowhere to go, naughty girl,” Seot told me, his voice seeping through the pounding of my pulse. “You’re going to sit there for every last moment we decide you need.”
Oh yes. It was torment, but the kind I liked. The kind I craved.
Larten moved to the other breast. He worked to make the nipple swell and harden more than it already was, driving me crazy with want, all the while knowing the torment coming. Then came the blaze of agony as he clamped the coil on me. Next, Seot sent me right to the pinnacle of excitement with a half-second’s contact of the vibrating pad. The weights and hurt were added. The vibrator and near-ecstasy that was torture in itself returned.
If I’d been able to think straight, I’d have blessed the soundproof walls and door to Anrel’s room. My cries filled the air as Nobek and Dramok tormented me. I got louder still when Cifa joined them, carrying objects that increased my arousal and dread: a penis-shaped vibrator and a thin switch.
“I wonder if she’s more delighted or regretful of her wicked behavior this evening,” he mused, looking me over as I twisted desperately on the chair.
“I’m guessing a mixture of both,” Larten grinned. He gave one of the weights a tug, and I yelled as fresh pain blossomed in my breast. “How wet is she, my Dramok?”
“Soaked. Her pussy lips are so swollen and hot. Sinking my cocks in her is going to be marvelous.” Seot eyed my splayed sex with greedy pleasure.
They all gazed at me in silence for a few moments, as if to drink in the vision of my helplessness. I squirmed despite every movement shifting the weights on my breasts, delivering renewed hurt. A small sense of peace had stolen over me, a gift of the endorphins. However, my skin was so sensitized by the gel Cifa had rubbed into it, I couldn’t escape wholly into the gentle inner space where persistent pain usually sent me.
There was so much more to come. Cifa handed off the dildo to Seot. The Imdiko took up a position beside me, still holding the switch. He gave me an experimental tap just beneath my breasts. And when I say tap, I mean the barest of flicks. It didn’t even make a sound, it was so light. Nevertheless, a trail of fire lit from the contact, and I jerked against my binds with what would have been a yelp if not for the gag.
“Nice reaction,” Larten said. “For once, that delicate touch of yours has a use.”
“Turn around and drop your pants. I’ll show you how hard I can hit.”
“Maybe later, when I need gentle caresses to lull me to sleep.” Larten grabbed my breasts and squeezed. I felt mauled and screamed.
My cry broke off when Seot slid the cock-shaped dildo along the crevice of my pussy. Electric fire sizzled there, and my hips came off the chair as I eagerly sought more contact. Now what had been a vicious ache from Larten’s handling became forceful longing, adding to my excitement.
I didn’t have to beg for penetration. Seot slid the vibrator inside me, filling me to the brim since the plug still sat in my ass. My eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he pumped it in and out, fucking me with a steady but insistent pace. He turned it on, and I strained all over, my body caught in a spasm of bliss.
Cifa tapped me with the switch again, this time on my inner thigh. Heat spread, moving straight to my cunt. When Larten squeezed my breasts that time, the pain added to the frenzied rapture. Then he pinched my nipples, and heady pain eclipsed all sense. A maelstrom of sensations descended on me as Seot fucked me with the humming vibrator, as Larten squeezed and slapped and pinched my breasts, as Cifa carefully patted my belly and inner thighs with the switch. An occasional lick on my clit from Seot would send me close to climax, close enough to think release was on its way, before passion was defeated yet again.
How long did they torment me that way? It might have been an hour or more. I was out of my skull, and it seemed to last forever. It lasted long enough for each of them to reach orgasm. One by one, as excitement over having me under their control heightened, they shot their seed over my body, where it ran in scalding trails. And then the satisfied man would continue my punishment, growing erect again as I suffered for them all.
The true torture was not from the pain they dealt, but from the pleasure. I was gnawed by the need to come, and they would not allow it. I think I would prefer to be beaten black and blue rather than endure such denial again. My pussy, brutalized by violent arousal, could not find relief because Seot knew just how to take me to the verge without sending me over. His frequent refrain of, “No, naughty girl,” just before refusing me yet again was awful and enthralling to hear.
Even when the switching ended and Seot tossed the dildo and plug away to replace them with his cocks, I was granted no relief. He fucked me slowly, luxuriously, his thumb circling my clit to drive me insane with hunger. “I’m fucking my pussy, naughty girl. I’m fucking my pet’s ass. They are mine, and I’m going to enjoy them. And you? You get to lie there and pray I’ll let you climax. I probably won’t.”
He did fuck me for a long, long time. Getting off earlier had given Seot better control over himself, and he used it to his advantage. While he stroked quick and hard or slow and easy, he and the other two continued to play with me. The sensitizing gel’s worst effects began to ebb, but slowly. I continued to feel the effects for some time. The coils were removed from my nipples, and Cifa and Larten pleasured and pained my breasts in turn. Lovingly licking one second, bringing down the switch on them the next, they kept me in constant turmoil as Seot thrust over and over. He came inside me, his main cock jerking as he filled my pussy with his passion…but he did not let me go with him.
“Naughty girl,” he moaned as his cock gave a last twitch. A moment later, he slipped away. Larten took his place.
The Nobek was forceful, thudding hard against me until I approached that long-denied orgasm. Then he went still, grinning like a wolf as I shuddered beneath him, feeling climax inch away yet again. I wept. I pleaded around the gag for release, knowing there would be none. Still they played with me, keeping me aroused, keeping me desperate, keeping me from coming.
Larten took every bit as long to come as Seot had. He told me over and over how good I felt, how much he enjoyed having me tied and open to use at his whim. “I could keep you like this forever,” he snarled, his thrusts battering me ever closer to another denial. “I love the idea of you tied down in a room with nothing to do but wait for me to fuck you.”
His dark fantasy fed mine. I imagined myself left on the chair, ready always for the sexual attentions of these men, existing only for their satisfaction. If only I could have satisfaction of my own!
It was not to be, not with Larten. He too took his pleasure, mingling his seed with Seot’s inside me. I was left quaking with unrequited need. They really were going to keep me from climax. I sobbed without shame, wanting and hurting with no end in sight.
Cifa sheathed himself in me with a happy sigh. “That�
�s good. That’s just right,” he moaned, rocking slowly back and forth. “Little Shalia is so warm. Look at that poor swollen clit. How you must be suffering, poor, naughty girl.”
“Is it torture? Is it heaven? Or is it both?” Seot whispered in my ear. I jerked a nod at the last option. “I thought so,” he chuckled. “You are so perfect, Shalia. I’ve known it from the moment I first saw you on the vid, introducing yourself. Somehow, I knew.”
His words wove through my head as Cifa took his time enjoying me. I was in knots on the inside, only able to concentrate on the excruciating demands of my sex. They had kept me on the threshold of climax for ages. Would I ever be allowed to orgasm? Sweet prophets, I needed to so badly.
Cifa’s dreamy-eyed pleasure intensified, and his pace quickened. My position allowed me an excellent view of his cocks moving in and out of me. The veins stood out in livid relief. Soon he would come. And then what? Would it be Seot again? Would they continued to take turns taking their fill of bliss while denying me the same? Or would they just amuse themselves all night with more teasing until I lost all sanity?
A low hum clicked on. My gaze moved from watching my pussy and ass get fucked to Seot. He held the pad-ended vibrator again. He stared at Cifa. “Let me know when you’re close.”
“Getting…there. Almost. Almost. Just…just a few more seconds…”
“All right.” The Dramok’s attention turned to me. “Naughty girl, your penance has been paid. Thank you for letting us enjoy you. But be warned,” he said with a cruel grin, “if you ever do truly misbehave, I now know exactly how to punish you.”
Before I could unravel his words, he lowered the vibrator to my mound, letting it settle against my clit. This time, he didn’t take it away.
I detonated in an instant. The climax was huge, blasting through me with a force that left me unaware of anything else. It wasn’t done when I crested again, another monstrous explosion. And again. And again.
My pussy seized with ceaseless orgasm. I don’t know if my body had decided to obtain every last climax it had been denied or if it was racing to get through as many as possible before it wasn’t allowed to have any again. All I remember was that they piled on top of each other until I forgot how to breathe.
I don’t know how much time passed before I felt a glass press to my lips. “Drink, Shalia,” Cifa’s voice encouraged me. “Come on, sweet girl. Take some water.”
I swallowed and felt how thirsty I was. I gulped water in a hurry then, my senses slowly coming back online as I did so. I blinked to discover I was in bed with the three men, Cifa and Seot curled against me and Larten hovering at my blanketed feet. The Nobek held another glass of water in his hand and gave it to Cifa as soon as I’d drained the first. I got halfway through the second one before I came up for air.
“Welcome back,” Seot said. “Are you all right?”
My pussy ached in the best possible way. I felt warm and lazy and oh-so-satisfied. My grin must have answered for me, because the men burst into laughter.
“Now that was a ride,” I said. “When do we go again?”
December 24
I must be going crazy. One moment, I’m positive things are going so perfect that it scares me. Then – boom! The bottom drops out.
Last night’s sex was mind blowing. Perhaps the best I’ve had. Afterward, the men held me as we snuggled together like a pile of puppies. We talked about the remainder of the cruise. Of what we’d do when we got back home. Of various festivals held throughout the year that the clan enjoyed and wanted to take me to. And even long-range plans. We were talking about a future that had us all together, and it felt incredible to make such plans. So incredible that as I fell asleep, I thought I might just accept Clan Seot as the one I would join. I thought perhaps I’d do it first thing in the morning.
Morning came, and I woke. As I lay there between the men, I started to second-guess everything. After all, I was supposed to give Clan Aslada a chance to make their case, drama and mama-free. And had I determined which was the better clan to raise Anrel? Clan Seot was more hands-on, but the manny Clan Seot had hired, Imdiko Snoy, was devoted to her. There wasn’t anything Clan Aslada wouldn’t give my child.
I kept telling myself to slow down with the choosing. I’d promised I’d keep things at a pace that would allow me to tease out all the stuff that wasn’t pretty about any clan I considered. And whether the negatives were the kinds I could live with or deal breakers. I had plenty of time to decide, didn’t I? Ah, but there was another concern.
Unable to stay in bed with the three men who were unaware they were wrecking all my carefully laid plans, I slipped out of the sheets. Three pairs of purple eyes blinked at me.
“Bathroom,” I said, and rushed off for desperately needed alone time.
I locked the door behind me and confronted myself before the lavatory mirror as I belted my robe on. “This is not a game, Shalia. They clan for life. No divorce. No do-overs. And it’s not just my future I’m deciding, but Anrel’s too. I can’t fuck this up.”
It had felt so right the night before though. Even forgetting the brain-busting sex, there was the warmth, the camaraderie. And maybe more. I thought I was getting emotionally invested with this clan, like I had with Clan Dusa and Betra and Oses. And even Nang. Good heavens, look at what a mistake that had been. What if I was getting hooked on men as screwy as Nang?
I needed perspective. Thinking of those I knew I could trust, I decided to vent to Betra. Sure, he was two days away as far as com reception was concerned, but I could at least record a message.
I spoke into my portable unit, left on a shelf as I’d gotten dressed the day before. I’d hardly used it since coming on board, forgetting it in the bathroom or sleeping room most of the time. I was glad it was in there then, allowing me to pour my cares out to Betra.
I told him everything that had happened thus far on the cruise, and how I’d been on the brink of becoming Clan Seot’s Matara. “I’m being stupid. I know, what’s new? Ha ha. But Betra, it’s too soon for me to make a decision like this. Much too soon. Didn’t I just have a fall-out with Cifa? What if he’s too damned protective of his company’s precious image in every project we do together? What if that passive-aggressive sniping wasn’t a one-off?
“Plus Seot gets whatever he wants with a word. I swear, Betra, it’s like mind control, and I don’t care when it’s happening even if I recognize it. I can’t be ready to fling all my independence to him just because he uses that tone of voice or that look. Sure, he checks in for everyone’s opinion as long as we’re not behaving like assholes, but is it just window dressing? Does that democracy change when I commit to his clan?
“I know I’m finding problems where there aren’t any yet. But I can’t agree to let Anrel be parented by any men but the best. The worst part is, I can’t guarantee that no matter how I try or how long I wait. So what do I do? I’m with a clan that seems great on paper, but can I really trust it?”
I sighed, knowing how crazy I sounded. “Am I making any sense at all? I’m scared I’ll screw up by not clanning these guys while I can…before they come to their senses…but I’m scared I’ll screw up by clanning them and finding out they’re the wrong clan.
“That’s what it boils down to, those two things. I don’t think I’m good enough for them to wait for me to take my time like I planned to. On the other hand, I’m terrified they’re not the right clan to be fathers to Anrel. I know you can’t make this decision for me, Betra, but I’d do just about anything to talk this out with you in real time. You know me at my nutsy-est. You know how to get me to see the forest for the trees. I feel like there’s something I should understand about this, that it’s staring me in the face and would settle all my questions once and for all. But for the life of me, I can’t figure out what that thing is! Help me, Betra.”
There wasn’t much to say beyond that. I signed off and saved the message. I wasn’t sure if I would send it or not. I thought I probably would. The emotio
nal highs and lows of my relationship with Clan Seot was becoming far too extreme for me to cope with.
Before I exited the bath, I stopped to think about why I was getting so crazy-worked up about things. Because I was. I don’t think I could have been more overwhelmed by the emotions sweeping through me. The terror and dread filling my stomach made no sense when I considered my options. The feelings were there, however. There had to be a reason why I felt that way…but I’ll be damned if I knew what it was.
So I took a deep breath to settle myself. It took several more before I could compose my face into a pleasant expression to greet the guys with. I finally managed it, however, and I ordered the door to unlock and open.
Larten stood there just on the other side of the door. “I was waiting for my turn,” he said, his face grave. Behind him, Seot and Cifa were on the sleeping mat in their shorts and playing with the baby. They were laughing.
“It’s all yours,” I said, recovering from Larten’s startling appearance. I hadn’t expected him to be right there.
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