Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  It was a setting for captive sex. I deduced I would be raped for Finiuld and his guests’ entertainment.

  At that moment, I reached my limit. I would not surrender to God-knew-what to amuse these nasty bastards. No fucking way. I’d told Oses I had survived worse than Finiuld’s party, and I had. But this situation was more than I wanted to survive. Fuck no. Not now, not ever, not for any reason. It would mean Oses’s death for me to refuse, but I had no intention of surviving beyond him. I would find a means to die long before chancing my child being born into this. Death for us all was preferable for this slice of Hell.

  I would not step up on that platform, and I would fight whoever the Little Fucking Creep sent in to fuck me. I would do whatever I had to, to not be taken. I didn’t care that it might be a fellow prisoner facing death if I couldn’t be overcome. I would show no mercy.

  Movement at the corner of my eye caught my attention. A large body materialized next to the wall, stumbling into view as I must have when Finiuld shoved me into the Arena. My first concern was that it must be my would-be rapist. More naked than not, knowing how vulnerable I was, I nevertheless readied myself to attack, to strike first and gain whatever advantage I could.

  It was Oses.

  I stopped cold. Oses and I stared at each other across the few feet that separated us. He was as surprised as I was and naked, except for his collar.

  Naked and ready to fight. His gaze moved from me to the Ofetuchans staring down at us, cheering and jeering and laughing. My Nobek stepped towards me. I too moved, closing the gap.

  “What is this, Shalia?” he asked.

  “I have no idea now. I saw the weird bondage bed and assumed they were sending in a Tragoom to rape me.”

  “You wouldn’t survive such a thing. Their cocks are as big around as your thigh.”

  Yikes.

  Finiuld stood up on his toadstool chair and addressed the rest of his mob. “You see the Kalquorian male, a beast of muscle and violence. Nothing disturbs this creature more than being helpless. Born to dominate, he cannot bear being vulnerable. It is against everything in his alpha nature.”

  “Which is why they don’t last long in captivity,” someone else noted.

  “True,” the Little Creep acknowledged. “Then you have the Earther female. Not much more than an incubator, existing simply to continue the species. The poor creature came from a society that subjugated its women. She was bred to submit to her male masters in every manner.

  ”

  I swear, I almost laughed. While we Earther women were second-class citizens to our government and the Church, I had often bent the rules. My mother and I sure as hell weren’t bred into weakness. Most women I knew were not subservient, not to the degree Finiuld was reporting. What a bunch of morons Ofetuchans were.

  If Finiuld had that much wrong about my species, how many more mistaken notions did he have? Could I somehow use his lack of information against him?

  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 a green-haired woman who sat near Finiuld. She had all of a couch to herself, as if she were a queen. “Monstrous. The whole lot should be exterminated.”

  “They almost have been, Glidas,” Finiuld quickly spoke, 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 of civilization.”

  There were a few murmurs of agreement. Most of the women still appeared 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 seen some signs Earthers can be taught better, if Shalia is any indication. The Kalquorian, however, is most assuredly a lost cause.”

  There was mean laughter over that sally. Everyone up on the ledge relaxed again. I checked on Oses, wondering how he felt about being insulted. He seemingly paid no attention to their conversation, though I had no doubt he heard every word said. He was more interested in examining his surroundings, trying to figure out a way of escape or attack.

  Finiuld’s demeanor took on that evil cast I’d learned to recognize. His tombstone smile, turning to me, caused every hair on my body to stand up.

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

  I ached to move up against Oses, to take shelter in his strength. However, I refused to give Finiuld any reason to harm my friend and lover. I stood where I was and answered. “What?”

  “You are in command of the Kalquorian. He’ll be subservient to you and your pleasures. Begin by tying him on the platform.”

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

  Okay, so it was Oses, my actual lover, who they planned for 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 watching at me with disgusted fascination.

  I crossed my arms over my breasts, grossed out by the circumstances. “You expect me to tie Oses up?”

  “That is my command.”

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

  “Absolutely. For once, you’ll dominate a male. One who does not appreciate being 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 could accept being on the receiving end. Damn, Finiuld wasn’t the only misinformed entity in attendance.

  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 wasn’t sure if that were true. I’d never had the opportunity to be in charge of any man in a sexual setting. The biggest issue for me was that I didn’t relish having sex for the Ofetuchans’ entertainment. It turned my stomach.

  “It’s a learned response. You’ll get used to it,” Finiuld’s eyes narrowed with threat. “Do it.”

  The look said it all. If I continued to balk, punishment would happen. Most probably to Oses. The oft-repeated fantasy of taking Finiuld apart limb from limb returned. My fingers twitched with the need to yank on his arms and legs until they ripped free. 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, up to the platform. He reclined amongst the pillows and spread his arms and legs wide, ready to be tied up.

  My stomach lurched to see that delicious Nobek splayed like a decadent sacrifice. My girl parts, which had been decidedly quiet – revolted even by the concept of getting frisky for an audience – perked up. My pussy loves it some Oses, and it obviously doesn’t care how it acquires 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.”

  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’ll do it to keep your child safe.” He turned tough. “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, a puppy whimpering in a corner. “Oses, this i
sn’t the kind of play you enjoy.”

  He glanced down at himself. 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 circumstances, I don’t mind being on the bottom. Fucking you is always the right circumstance.”

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

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

  “I don’t acknowledge 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 command you to. I am yours, and I am all that matters.”

  “Last warning.” The Little Creep sounded pissed off 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 at a loss.

  Yet here was Oses, splayed across that platform for my pleasure. He did look delicious. As much as I hated 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 I could kneel over him. His face lit up.

  “You are mine,” I told him, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Do as I tell you. Please me or suffer for refusing.”

  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’m going to tie your arms, and you’ll let me.”

  “Yes.”

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

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

  I knelt over his face, grasping his wrist 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 gaze at me with such desire is a turn-on.

  “Yes! Shove your cunt in his face.”

  Finiuld’s voice stole the arousal out of the moment. 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 glared over my shoulder up at the ledge where Finiuld perched. In a voice that stated ‘don’t-fuck-with-me’ I said, “He serves 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, appeared 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 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 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 find out if Finiuld would 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 you’re due to learn better.”

  With that, I sat on his smile. I ground my pussy against his lips and dug in. It’s a wonder the man could breathe, what with sex crammed 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 amazing as it moved against tender parts. Several seconds passed before I remembered 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 cared for me, I tied the knot loosely so that it wouldn’t cut off Oses’s circulation.

  My gorgeous man-toy obeyed me with a determination that amazed. His mouth was sheer brilliance as he pleasured me. I flooded 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 manner of death.

  It felt as if it took me an hour to tie that Nobek’s wrists. To say I kept getting distracted puts 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 to tie his ankles. I squatted there over his face, feeling that wicked tongue make me a happy Shalia. Heat weighted in my gut, and sizzling sparks flew from my clit when he mouthed me there. I quaked with excitement. Have I mentioned Oses was really incredible at this?

  I forced myself to draw away. Oses looked up at me with such hunger, my heart almost stopped beating. “More,” he begged.

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

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

  I was right. No sooner had I bound my Nobek up nice and helpless when I got an inspiration. However, I didn’t want to go too far...a notion that was laughable, given the big hulking body that was mine to command. Even bound, Oses seemed 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. Those ties couldn’t possibly hold him.

  I crawled up his body, slinking as I pretended I knew what I was doing. I purposely let his cocks trace down my torso as I crept over him. Oses watched me come, his gaze dark and excited.

  “You enjoy 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 guess I have to. This is going to sound stupid since I doubt I can do any damage to you, but tell me if things get out of hand. You can say sholt for me, as I do for you.”

  I have to give Oses credit. He didn’t laugh at the suggestion of little ol’ me causing big, bad him too much pain. He simply nodded. “Yes, my Matara.”

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

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

  My avenues of punishment seemed few. I lacked 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 had to be creative.

  I reversed so that I straddled his lower abdomen, just above where his cocks curved. Feeling their hot slickness against my ass delighted me. I stretched out over Oses, putting my hands on his shoulders. I hooked my fingers into claws and dragged my nails down his torso 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, 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. A few of the streaks emitted tiny droplets of blood. Oses’s heels drummed against the surface of the platform as he shouted, “Yes! Harder, I beg you!”

  I was glad it lit his fuses, but it edged into my personal squidgy limits. However, I raked his torso again, drawing real blood. 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.