“Does it feel exciting, boy? Do you enjoy playing with yourself for my amusement?” Oses asked in a low voice.
Betra swallowed hard. He fought for every word. “Yes...yes, Master.”
“It could be I might tell you to do something you cannot manage. I can be quite inventive, as Shalia will attest to. What do you tell me if we reach that point?”
I didn’t miss the relief in the Imdiko’s eyes. I was glad Oses provided him an out if things got to be too much for him. With Betra’s history of sexual abuse, who knew what might set him off?
Betra thought for a moment. “I’ll say ‘laser’.”
Oses nodded. “That’s a useful word that doesn’t fit our situation. I won’t mistake it if you call it out.” He gave Betra’s body another long, evaluating examination, that made the Imdiko visibly shrink. Yet that drop of pre-cum formed at the tip of his larger cock grew larger. Betra definitely had a lust-hate thing happening with performing at Oses’s dictates.
The Nobek’s gaze swung in my direction. Uh oh.
“Shalia, come over here to my boy. He’ll undress you for me.”
Betra gazed at me as I joined him in front of Oses. His expression was both eager and scared. Funny, that’s kind of how I felt, and I wasn’t on the weapons commander’s shit list. I had no idea what our mutual tormentor might have in store for us.
Oses looked at us, side by side. That slight, knowing smile was enough to give a Tragoom the heebie-jeebies. How could anyone appear so mundane and evil all at the same time?
Oses nodded to Betra. “Boy, strip her. Not with your hands,” he added as Betra started to reach for me. “They are a mess from playing with yourself. In fact, I want you to lick those clean, boy.”
The Imdiko’s palms were slick from his lubrication. He hesitated. I wondered if he would use his escape word. Yet he’d kissed me plenty of times after I’d sucked on his cocks, which meant he’d had a taste of himself before. He’d never take a cock in his mouth, but there was no real reason for Betra to be squeamish – well, except for the Nobek staring him down only a couple feet away.
He didn’t speak. Instead he touched his tongue tentatively to his thumb and licked it. I detected him wrinkling his nose just a tiny bit, but he seemed okay. He kept licking.
“Look at me, boy.” Oses’s command felt as if it jerked my spine. “Look at me while you taste yourself.”
There was that hunching motion from Betra’s shoulders again, but he obeyed. His primary cock now curled towards his stomach. He sucked the wet from his fingers and lapped his palms until Oses was satisfied he’d done an adequate job of it.
“All right boy, put them behind your back. Keep them there while you undress Shalia.”
Betra’s humiliation edged aside for confusion. “But how – I mean, Master?”
Oses’s brow lifted. “Use your mouth, boy. Undress her with your mouth.”
“Oh. Yes, Master.”
A man using his mouth to undress a woman sounds sexy as hell. In truth it is – but it’s also awkward. I felt sorry for Betra as he struggled to get my blouse up over my head. If I’d realized this was going to happen, I would have worn a top with a looser neckline. Even worse was the wraparound skirt. I’d tied it off in a knot. Not a tight one, fortunately, or Betra might still be tugging at it with his teeth. Then the bra with its hooks – oh boy. The only thing that didn’t give that poor Imdiko fits were my panties. They slid off rather easily.
He’d knelt at my feet to get those off and remained there when I stepped out, freeing my ankles of the silky fabric. Betra’s gaze rested on my rounded belly. He had that worshipful expression on his face again. He adores my pregnancy. It makes me wonder if he’d find me half as alluring if I wasn’t expecting.
Oses’s voice reminded the Imdiko of where he was and who he was serving. “That’s the perfect place for you, boy. Shalia, sit down in the chair behind you and spread your legs. Mind you are careful, pet. I don’t want you in any position that causes you or your child harm.”
My sweet brute. Meanwhile, Betra appeared to be anticipating this phase of his punishment.
I lowered myself into the chair and lifted my legs while widening them outward. Betra leaned forward, as if he would come over and get to work. At the last possible second, he stopped. His eyes rolled up to check with Oses.
The Nobek’s brow lifted. “Nice save, boy. I thought I’d have to get my strap out to warm your ass for not waiting for my command.”
“My apologies. Master.” Betra lowered his gaze.
“You won’t use your hands except to assist Shalia in propping her legs on your shoulders. That will be most comfortable for her. Mouth only. Pleasure her.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do it now.”
Betra shuffled across the floor on his knees to me. His grip around my ankles was gentle and warm as he lifted them to his broad shoulders. Once I indicated I was in a comfortable position, he returned his hands to the small of his back. I sighed and my eyelids fluttered as he bent to my pussy.
Betra is amazing when it comes to cunnilingus. He can do things with his mouth that many can’t do with mouths, hands, and cocks combined. As his lips, teeth, and tongue played over my softest bits, I soon found myself gripping the armrests of the chair I perched on. My gasps and moans filled the room.
Betra started by letting his tongue loll all over my open pussy. He lapped at every fold, delving into each cranny so as not to miss any bit of me. I warmed quickly, delicious pulses waking at the sweet raspiness of his tongue. I watched him lick me, cooing encouragement as he investigated each petal with laser focus.
A shadow loomed over us. Oses stood there, watching the action.
For a moment, Betra shrank away. His eyes widened at the sudden appearance of the Nobek. They were dark, the black cat-like pupils engulfing the blue-purple irises. His jaw dropped open, allowing fangs to unhinge from the roof of his mouth and appear behind his regular teeth. A warning growl rumbled from his chest.
We all froze for an instant. Then Oses brought his hands up, the fingers spread in a placating gesture. “I’m not planning to touch you, Imdiko. Betra, it’s all right. I just came over to watch.”
The mix of anger and terror ebbed from Betra’s expression until he no longer resembled a cornered animal. He stared up at Oses, his fangs hinging once more. Embarrassment of a different flavor colored his face.
“I’m – I’m sorry. You startled me, and I—”
“I know. Ease down. There’s nothing for you to apologize for.”
Oses appeared as fierce as ever, but I saw the sorrow in his gaze. He hadn’t meant to frighten Betra. That he had triggered such a response hurt him.
The Nobek waited. I think he believed Betra would opt out of any further play. I was certain that the Imdiko would call a halt to everything. Surely he couldn’t go on after a scare that had reminded him of the abuse he’d suffered as a child.
Betra, however, is composed of stronger stuff than that. After a few moments of him gathering himself, he bowed his head to Oses.
“May I continue to pleasure Shalia, Master?”
Oses crouched down, putting his face on level with Betra’s. “Are you absolutely positive you are okay to continue with this?”
Betra met his gaze. A tentative smile played at the corners of his lips. “Yes, Master. I am sure.” He glanced at my still-open pussy. “I am very sure.”
Oses also gazed at me. His leer was pure lechery, but I saw the relief that eased his jaw as well. “I see what you mean. Remember, you are being punished, boy.”
“Oh yes, Master. Most definitely.”
Oses stood. “Get to it then. Give that pussy a thorough tongue-fuck.”
“Yes, Master.”
I suddenly had a crotch full of tongue. Betra shoved it in and out of me, working me hard. I yelped in surprised excitement. His head bobbed, his nose colliding with my clit as he went at his duty with enthusiasm. My legs tightened around his skull,
trapping it like a vise. Betra decided to complain, though his voice was muffled against my twat.
“Master, she won’t let me move.”
“Hmm,” Oses mused. “I remember being trapped by that pussy before. It was not an unpleasant experience, though I had little control over the situation. Perhaps Shalia would like to demonstrate just how demanding she can be.”
I grinned up at him. “I’d like that very much.”
“Then I’ll give him to you for you to enjoy. Boy, do as Shalia tells you for this portion of the discipline. Refuse her nothing and do not attempt to work your own will.”
Betra had only enough time to answer in a quizzical tone, “Yes, Master,” before I seized his head and wrapped my legs around it as well. I pulled him in.
“Lick it. Eat it. Suck it, fuck it, make me feel good,” I said, grinding against his poor trapped face.
Betra’s alpha nature hit. He made the mistake of grabbing my legs and shoving himself free. An instant later, he realized his mistake. He snatched his hands behind his back and glanced over at Oses.
“I – I – I forgot,” he managed, lamely. “I’m not used to – I don’t like—”
He gave up.
“I see.” Oses shook his head. “I guess enforced submission has to be enacted. I’m cuffing your wrists, boy. Your arms are all I’ll touch as I do so. Can you handle that?”
“Cuffs?” Alarms were going off in Betra’s mind. “I’ll be helpless!”
“That’s the idea,” Oses replied, his tone mild. “Either you trust me or you don’t, Imdiko. I’ve given you my word that I won’t take advantage of you. Is it enough, or do we end this now?”
Betra grimaced as he turned the situation over, checking at it from every angle. “Damn it, I hate not having control,” he muttered.
“Which is why this is such a suitable disciplinary measure, especially since the humiliation angle is more reward than punishment.” Oses grinned at him. “Just think of all the things I can tell Shalia to do to you for my amusement with you cuffed.”
Betra’s eyes went wide again. Now he was seeing something else in that messed-up mind of his, because his arms drifted away, putting his wrists at the small of his back. I’m not certain he even realized he was doing it.
Oses moved quickly, taking advantage of Betra’s wavering while he had the opportunity. Before the Imdiko could react, he was wearing a pair of thin, shiny metal cuffs on his wrists. Oses stepped aside and spoke in Kalquorian.
Betra’s arms strained, and his shoulder and bicep muscles bunched as he tested his bonds. He couldn’t move. He started to gasp. He hyperventilated, his stare on Oses like a trapped fly watching a spider.
“Ease down, Betra,” Oses said. “Only Shalia will touch you while you’re like this. Not me.”
“Don’t – don’t you dare,” the Imdiko growled.
“I won’t. Look at my face. You know I won’t hurt you.”
What had started as punishment was turning into a weird therapy session. Oses had the right of it; making Betra helpless then showing him he was still safe might heal some of the past wounds he’d suffered.
I sat up and leaned over to kiss the Imdiko’s sweating brow. “I’m here too, you know. Do you think I’d let Oses hurt you? Do you think I’d agree to anyone hurting you?”
Betra’s hectic gaze darted to me and then to Oses. “Of course not. I do trust Oses. I do; at least in my heart. It’s my brain that keeps thinking the worst has to happen.”
“Then listen to your heart, Betra. Let it guide you through your fears.”
His breath slowed until I thought he might be okay. After a few moments, the panic began to ease from his expression. “Okay. I’ll try.” Then he yanked against the cuffs and grimaced. “But I fucking hate being controlled.”
Oses’s tone was careful, not wanting to set Betra’s alarms off again. “You’ll serve as Shalia and I dictate. That is your penance.”
Betra drew a deep breath. He strained again and blew the breath out. “Yes, Master.”
“Get back into position. Shalia, that mouth is yours to use as you please.”
I leaned back once more, opening my legs. I crooked my finger in a ‘come here’ gesture. “Get in there, pretty Imdiko. I want to smother you.” I offered him a wicked grin.
Betra gave me a dark glare, but his cocks jerked in reaction. He shot one last glance at Oses and then did as he was told.
I rode his face until sparkling thrills danced up and down my spine, culminating in sweet release. Judging by the way Betra was gasping at the end, I guess I did almost smother him. But his eyes were unfocused and those cocks were stiff and swollen, so he didn’t find the experience totally awful. He licked the cream I’d left on his face, working for every drop. He even managed to get what was on the tip of his nose. I hadn’t realized Betra had such a long tongue. Maybe that’s what made him so amazing at going down.
Oses sighed. “You’re still enjoying this too much, boy. However, I think I might know how to make you a good deal more uncomfortable.” He slid off the desk he’d been perched on. “Come here and bend over the desk.”
I could tell Betra didn’t care for the sound of that. I frowned along with him. There was only one thing I could think Oses might do to him in that position, but it was something he’d sworn not to do.
Betra climbed to his feet. The battle was on once more as to whether or not he could trust our Nobek friend. His steps were reluctant as he went to the desk. As he approached, Oses backed away, staying out of arm’s reach. That settled Betra’s mind; he bent over the desk without more than a second’s hesitation.
“Shalia, I need you to go to him.” Oses smiled his evil smile at the Imdiko looking up at him from his vulnerable posture. “This boy has been very naughty. He needs a spanking.”
“Um, I have a problem with doing damage, if you’ll recall?”
Oses chuckled. “You’ll spank him with your hand, as you would a mischievous child. Chances are, you’ll hurt your palm more than his ass. The hits to his pride are what count.”
A shudder passed through Betra’s body, but he said nothing. Even though he was turned to Oses and away from me, I had every idea he wore that embarrassed/hungry look again. The humiliation thing was in play.
I got up and crossed over to him. His flushed face was filled with desire. At least I wasn’t supposed to mark him. I thought I could handle swatting that gorgeous, muscled ass.
“Brush that bit of hair off his cheek,” Oses told me. “I want to see everything he feels.”
I did so. “How many smacks am I dealing out?” I asked.
“I’ll decide that as we go along. If it starts to hurt you, you may quit at that point.”
“Okay. Say when.”
“Go ahead.”
Betra breathed faster and faster. I wondered how difficult it was for him to deal with his conflicting desires. It must be confusing to enjoy being humiliated and yet have such a controlling streak. How does a person cope with that? I supposed Betra had denied the whole humiliation kink until just now.
I lifted my hand and thought about where I would hit him first. The cheek farthest from me seemed a reasonable place to start, all rounded and smooth and muscle-y. My preference was more for stroking that beautifully sculpted masterpiece, but this was not about me. I let him have it.
I smacked satisfyingly against that gorgeous butt cheek. Betra didn’t jump as I’d hoped, but he twitched.
I hit him again, on the other cheek. I got no reaction at all. Well, sheesh. I sucked as far as punishment went.
Oses moved closer, kneeling on the floor and folding his arms on the surface of the desk. He laid his chin against his forearms and smiled unpleasantly at Betra. “Look at the bad Imdiko getting his ass spanked by a woman. Just like a naughty child.”
I smacked Betra again. This time he moaned a tiny bit.
Oses’s gaze grew darker. “That’s right. You’re not a man. You’re a kid, a misbehaving runt who is get
ting what he deserves. You’ll lie there and take it, because you realize what a brat you’ve been.”
I was off the hook as far as doing Betra any actual harm. The bit of uneasiness over being the actor of his punishment faded. I was there to give Oses something new to humiliate Betra with.
I spanked my liaison to a rosy hue while Oses told him what a bad boy he’d been. Betra reacted by whimpering and moaning a lot, though his gaze never left the Nobek’s face. For a while, I felt as if I were little more than a piece of the furniture. Shalia, the spanking machine. Then I realized I was more than that. I had become an extension of Oses himself. He couldn’t touch Betra, so I became his hands. Earlier I’d been his pussy. I know, Oses doesn’t have one of those. Except through me, he did. With me, he could exact punishment that fulfilled both men.
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