Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  “Too bad she’s leaving us,” Meyso sighed. “I’d enjoy seeing that. Perhaps when she returns?”

  “Count on it. On her first day, as soon as our sweet baby Anrel is in bed, we’ll make this gorgeous ass red and sore and keep it that way. What do you think of that, precious Shalia?”

  The idea made my pussy spasm. “Yes sir. Please, sir.”

  “Excellent. Now we’ll go to the playroom to continue enjoying you.”

  He slung me over his shoulder, a relief since my shaking legs wouldn’t have held me up. The ache of the recent punishment and imagining a constant reminder of such made me weak with arousal. If Aslada had asked me that moment to clan, I might not have been able to say no.

  He carried me through the massive house with its endless halls and rooms to the clan’s wing, where the immense playroom waited. Aslada set me down on a thick seating cushion in one corner of the crowded room and ordered me to kneel at his feet. I did so, my skirt spread in a wide circle around me, hiding the fact that I held my throbbing butt off my calves.

  He knew what I was doing. “Down, girl. All your weight on that delectable rear you’re trying so hard to protect.”

  I whimpered but did as I was told. A hiss escaped between my teeth as fiery pain blasted my nether regions. Sitting would be pure, wonderful torment for a while.

  As Meyso went to a set of drawers that held small tools and toys and searched through them, Aslada stripped my blouse and bra away. I was allowed to rise off my poor butt for him to take my skirt off too. Then I had to kneel once more, my rear resting painfully on my heels with my knees spread wide to display my pussy. I clasped my hands behind my back, putting my shoulders back to exhibit my breasts to my masters. I cast my gaze down to the floor, waiting to see what they would do to me next.

  Being fully on show while wondering what new torments and delights were to come made it hard to sit still. Just as much as my spanked rear did. But sit still I did, because who knew what kind of punishment I would invite if I didn’t, punishment I wouldn’t enjoy as much? I knew the difference between being spanked for a trumped-up reason like jokingly putting myself down and actual discipline for real misbehavior. Aslada wouldn’t hesitate to make me regret disobedience to his wishes, even the ones he hadn’t specifically stated.

  He wanted me to sit on my throbbing ass. Therefore, I would sit uncomplaining and unmoving on my throbbing ass. That’s all there was to it.

  Meyso came over and knelt in front of me. He stroked my breasts with appreciation with one hand. The other hand was cupped around something I couldn’t see. “These are beautiful as always, precious. I have something special for them.”

  He leaned down and captured one mound in his warm, wet mouth. I groaned without embarrassment as pleasure slid from his mouth down to my clit, as if there were a direct line of communication to it from my breast. His roughened tongue slid against the hard point of my nipple, increasing the thrill. He sucked, sending a cascade of shivers through me. Meyso worked my flesh hard, making it swell.

  He leaned back and eyed the engorged nipple with appreciation. “Always so sensitive. It makes you all the more fun to play with.”

  He revealed what he held in his hand. Two identical items, which I had never seen before. They reminded me of tiny padlocks: each a rectangular metal block from which a silvery U-shaped wire connected on either side. In the middle of the upper curve of the wire, it looped into a circle. I guessed my nipple would fit within that loop. It was a kind of nipple clamp then.

  “Hold absolutely still,” Meyso instructed me. He squeezed the wire, opening up the loop enough to slip it over my nipple, just as I’d figured. He released and it gripped my flesh, sending a silver of torment into my breast. I gasped but didn’t move. I knew the pain would recede in a little while. For the moment, the weight of the small metal block made it more intense than the clips that had been used on me before.

  Meyso watched me carefully, a half-smile teasing his lips. “How is it?” he asked.

  “Hurts a bit,” I confessed, though the pain was already ebbing.

  He gave that breast an open-handed smack on one side, not hard at all. More a love tap than an actual slap. Yet as the flesh jiggled, a lance of anguish seared through it. I yelped. It took a moment for me to realize the clip had tightened while my boob had been in motion. I panted, staring at Meyso with wide eyes.

  He nodded confirmation. “Motion-sensitive. Any movement makes the clamp tighten, increasing the pressure. Now for the other one.”

  His mouth closed on the opposite breast, kissing, licking, and sucking to make the nipple engorge and jut. I whimpered as he placed a clamp on that one as well.

  “Let’s see if it works,” he grinned. He gave that breast the same light tap he’d bestowed on the first. Hurt flashed through me, and I yelled. “That would be a yes.”

  He wasn’t done with me. He attached extra weights to each clip, metal teardrop-shaped objects hanging by short, silvery chains. The clamps tightened as he did so. I groaned between clenched teeth. I endured the torment as best I could as he played with the weights, setting them to sway. The clamps stayed tight until the heavy dangles finally went still.

  Heat pulsed through my tits. I concentrated on staying as motionless as possible. I was certain Meyso and Aslada would not allow me to play statue for long.

  I was right. Aslada grinned down from his over-six-foot height. “You may go to the horizontal bar,” he told me, pointing to an apparatus several feet distant, not quite in the middle of the room.

  I started to climb to my feet, trying to keep the weights from moving too much. Aslada immediately grabbed me by the nape of my neck. “I love how your breasts swing when you crawl,” he said with a dark chuckle. “That’s what I want you to do.”

  I started to shudder and twin stabs of hurt reminded me extra movement was not my friend. Crap. Crawling meant there was no way those dangles wouldn’t swing. My obedience was about to have a hell of a test.

  I sank down on my hands and knees. “Keep up with me.” Aslada’s command squelched any hope of moving slowly enough to keep the rocking of the weights at a minimum.

  He didn’t walk fast, but those long legs covered a lot of ground with a single stride. I scrambled after him on the padded floor, my breaths coming in loud sobs as the dangles swung like frantic pendulums. The weight alone would have been enough to hurt. With the added squeezing, I suffered double.

  Usually, approaching any of the contraptions in this room of sensual torments gives me anxiety. I was relieved to reach the horizontal bar, among the least fearsome devices present. It gave me hope my poor boobs would get a chance to recover.

  “Up and over,” Aslada told me in a merry tone that suggested he was having the time of his life. A peek at the straining crotch of his well-cut black trousers hinted that if he wasn’t having fun now, he definitely looked forward to it.

  I stood up, flinching because those damned dangles kept moving. I faced the horizontal bar, which was a well-padded adjustable rod suspended between two steel poles. It was at my waist level. Up and over, Aslada had said. I bent over the bar, wincing as the weights jiggled and the clamps squeezed. Because the tiny vises didn’t keep the same tension, I wasn’t able to adjust to the pain level. Fresh daggers continued to bolt into my flesh.

  For all the torment, my emotions leaned towards pleasure. Sweet prophets, I loved giving myself to strong men who pushed me to submit. I loved their strength. It made me happy at my deepest levels.

  Aslada and Meyso took hold of my ankles, pulling them apart so that they could bind them to the upright poles with soft fabric cuffs. Once my feet were secured, they grabbed my wrists, tugging them towards the tethers located just above the ankle cuffs. I noted they could have been moved higher than where they were, but with me, it wasn’t necessary.

  “Limber lady,” Meyso chuckled to find how easily I bent double. “I guess stretching is part of your training?”

  He and Aslada were purpo
sely fumbling at the wrist restraints. My breasts jiggled as they tied me down. My voice came out high and strained. “I always stretch after my sessions.”

  “Excellent. I love you bent in half, ready to be fucked.”

  From the posture I was in, I realized I was going to have a hell of a view of the action that was promised. Though my tits were stretched by the weights and tormented by the clamps because the dangles refused to still, a wave of intense arousal swept over me. Holy cats, this was going to be amazing.

  The men had me secured. They stood, and all I could see were their legs and distended crotches. Noting their excitement fed mine. We all loved me being open and vulnerable for their use. No one was the slightest bit unhappy with my position.

  Aslada pulled his trousers open. I moaned at the sight of his straining cocks, wet and eager. He moved to stand behind me. His larger member slid against the lowest part of my spine. The other nudged at my ass. It pressed in, forcing my tighter entrance to yield.

  Pushing against me, Aslada set the dangles depending from my nipples swaying. The sudden onslaught of piercing hurt distracted me from the slight ache of taking him. Even with their crowded schedules, the clan had not been remiss in giving me sex on a regular basis, even if it meant waking me up for it. They took me as if it was their right to do so. As long as Anrel was not in attendance and it was convenient, I was to accept that they would fuck me when the mood struck them. I wasn’t so sure I would be willing to go along with unasked-for availability every day, but for now, it was amazing to be theirs in that manner. Since they wanted me often, my body had acclimated to being doubly impaled.

  Even now, my ass was only slightly grudging in its acceptance of Aslada’s secondary. I opened to him readily enough that he was soon seated fully within. A burning sensation everywhere on my buttocks where his groin shoved tight reminded me of the spanking that had started the festivities.

  There was to be no relief from the nipple clamps. Aslada’s pace as he drove in and out kept the weights swinging enthusiastically. Pain stabbed even as pleasure billowed through my core. My cries were equal parts of mingled delight and suffering. He pounded into me, the slapping of his groin against my spanked butt adding to the maelstrom.

  “Do you enjoy Master fucking your ass, precious?” Aslada said. “Is it good to be tied up and forced to take a fucking?”

  I uttered a wordless noise that might have been agreement or denial…it was difficult to tell even for me. Not that it mattered. I was his to do as he wished, helpless to refuse anything he wanted.

  “This tight ass needs my main cock in it. Your sweet pussy can have the secondary. Ah, I forgot the cleansing wipes, my Imdiko.”

  “I have them here.”

  “You always take care of me. I have the best Imdiko on all of Kalquor, precious. Never doubt that.”

  He pulled free of me. He swabbed the smaller shaft, cleaning himself in preparation to fill my vulnerable cunt. I trembled, both nervous and excited. Aslada’s lovemaking wasn’t gentle, but he was thorough. There was never any doubt I’d been utterly fucked when he’d had me.

  From my topsy-turvy pose, I saw him grip both thick erections. He closed in. The hot tip of his larger member burrowed against my ass, pushing its wider girth into me. I had an astounding view of the smaller aiming for my pussy. It crept between the folds, nudging in. My sex spasmed, reacting to being penetrated, owned, fucked.

  Aslada thrust, forcing me to take everything at once. His body shoved against my aching ass. The weights swung from the nipple clamps, sending a cataclysm of pain through my breasts. I screamed. My pussy seized as white-hot ecstasy flashed lightning through my being. I came hard.

  Convulsion after convulsion seized me as Aslada pounded within. I swear that my pussy was determined to rip his smaller sex off him. It clutched and grabbed, battling to draw it deeper than his body would allow. Too powerful for my weak sex, he rode me like a merciless jackhammer, making me damn near turn inside out with climax.

  I was still spasming when he pulled loose. He remained engorged, having not yet come. My respite was not to last long. Meyso took his place. He battered me with his cocks just as hard as Aslada had, sending me into the stratosphere once more within a few seconds. When I started to ease down, he reached down to rub my clit, sending me off yet again.

  I was a limp dishrag when the men switched off again. Aslada was a beast, fucking me as strenuously as before. This time he had a clit vibrator in his hand, which he pressed to my overly sensitive nubbin.

  “Wake up, precious,” he sang as I shrieked anew.

  I lost count of how many times they swapped places. I couldn’t tell how many orgasms I’d had since one led into the next. In the end, it became downright painful to come. It was a relief when at last Aslada pulsed in my ass. A few minutes later, Meyso added his passion.

  Nothing could ever make me move on my own again. I was limp spaghetti as they unstrapped and lifted me from the bar. I found out I could move plenty quick when they took those nipple clamps off. I damned near shot straight up to the ceiling as fiery agony engulfed each breast in turn. Aslada and Meyso cooed over me, soothing me with kisses and pets before giving me water to drink. They put me to bed and fed me snacks they ordered from the kitchen.

  I had second thoughts about going back to the Matara Complex. The incredible sex. The doting attention. Was I insane to be leaving this, even temporarily? Though I was dying of boredom and loneliness most of the time?

  Probably.

  December 7

  It was late when I boarded the private shuttle Clan Aslada had hired for my return to the Matara Complex, my lips tingling from dozens of last-minute goodbye kisses. Jaon had returned in time to see me off. He was the most ardent of the trio as we parted. He’d not been happy to find I would be gone for a few weeks, but since he had to head back out to catch another bad guy within hours, he admitted it was probably the right thing to do.

  Imdiko Snoy was stoic as he handed off Anrel, but I was betting on him sobbing his heart out later. His eyes were too bright with unshed tears as he patted the top of her head and asked me to let him know how she was doing. I felt guilty as hell for taking my own daughter with me.

  The shuttle they had hired was small but super nice, with attendants and a full bar. I didn’t discover the boatload of presents until we were in the air, because Clan Aslada had the attendants hide them from me until I was gone. My heart thumped at the sight of expensively wrapped packages for both me and Anrel. The guys spent extravagantly when it came to us. I couldn’t bear to open the first gift yet, feeling too raw.

  I settled in my seat gingerly, my bottom too sore to appreciate the cozy chair. It hadn’t recovered from its last spanking. I could have taken a pain inhibitor, but I appreciated being reminded of why sitting felt uncomfortable. Draped across a man’s lap, his hand falling on my flesh over and over…just thinking about it warmed me.

  That brought on a sense of loneliness harder than the emotion that had driven me to leave Clan Aslada behind for a few weeks. I hoped this momentary break wasn’t a huge mistake.

  I knew of one way to allay my sudden plunge of spirits. Well, besides the drink I allowed myself to sip, my responsibility to Anrel sleeping on my lap foremost on my mind. Feeling slutty—after all, I was leaving Clan Aslada on the posh private shuttle they’d booked for my trip—I commed Clan Seot.

  I had high hopes of catching somebody at home. They were several hours behind the Esofu Continent. While it was late where I was, perhaps they’d have finished dinner and were settling in for the evening. Lucky me; all three men answered the com after a few seconds. The vid sprang to life before me, giving me an unequalled view of masculine beauty.

  “Shalia!” Dramok Seot boomed, his ridiculously handsome face stretched in a wide, happy grin. He cringed as he saw Anrel was fast asleep. Fortunately, my child could probably sleep through a hurricane. In a much quieter voice, Seot asked, “Tell me you’re headed back.”

  “Less
than an hour before touchdown,” I answered, trying not to be to overt in my ogling. You’d have thought I’d never seen men before from how my pulse beat faster at the sight of the guys. Especially after a diet of Clan Aslada. Clan Seot is its own category of deliciousness.

  Seot himself is everything a clan leader should be. Besides panty-melting gorgeous, he’s strong without being dictatorial. He’s calmed his clanmates…okay, and me…with the mildest of looks and tones. He doesn’t flaunt his power because he doesn’t have to. You sense it from the moment you enter his presence. It’s an utterly benign dominion that he exercises, never to anyone’s disadvantage. He makes everyone’s welfare his priority.

  “Perfect!” Imdiko Cifa said, his boyish face too sweet to truly belong to his hulking body. “While you were gone, I put a few more upgrades on our newest ship. It will be ready to launch next week, if you’re able to go. Oh, look at that adorable baby. She’s so precious when she’s asleep.”