Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  “If you insist.” I giggled despite their intent expressions. “I just thought that since you were busy, I’d rely on my own resources. I have two able hands, you know.”

  I tried to demonstrate, which won me no points. Instead, the guys found silky cords in our naughty collection. In short order, my wrists were bound and tethered to a hook on the headboard. Then my ankles were fixed to a metal spreader bar. That was also attached to the headboard, leaving my toes pointed in that direction. In other words, I was made incredibly vulnerable, with my cunt open and ass curled up off the mat’s surface. I wasn’t certain whether to cheer my flexibility or bemoan it at that point.

  “You dare to play with this pussy?” Seot asked as he turned on the vibrator they’d taken from me. “My pussy? The pussy you should have requested permission to enjoy?”

  He gave me no chance to answer. The vibrator pressed against my clit, sending raw, grasping need through me. I howled in miserable ecstasy, knowing the torment had only begun.

  Seot held the thrumming instrument to my sensitive bud. Heat and sensation built as Larten came to the bed—I hadn’t noticed he’d gone until he returned. He held a heavy, black rubber paddle. The sight of my coming punishment brought extra excitement surging to my clit.

  “One moment, my Nobek.” Cifa crawled up beside me. Damn, had he gone off to the toy bin too? The long, silver chain and nipple clamps in his hand verified that suspicion. I couldn’t figure out why he’d also brought a square of cloth, but I knew I’d find out what he was up to soon enough. His angelic, cutie-pie face was at odds with the punishment he was about to deal to me, as was the delighted smile he wore.

  Seot paused playing with my clit to slide the vibrator into me. He fucked me with leisurely strokes while Cifa plucked a nipple to make it stiffen and swell. I shook all over as anticipation swamped me.

  Cifa attached what I thought of as an alligator clamp to my nipple. I hissed as deliciously sharp pain stabbed into my breast. The clamp had a clip, which would allow him to hook weights on it if he wished. I eyed the slender metal chain he held, thinking it would play a part in his breast torture…though due to the position I was in, I couldn’t imagine what he planned to use such a long length for.

  Seot pushed the vibrator deep within and altered the angle so that it rubbed against my interior hotspot. I cried out, forgetting the hurt of my clamped nipple.

  I recalled myself when Cifa pinched the other nipple, twisting it a little to gift me a jolt. Seot pulled the vibrator out and pressed it to my clit once more. My poor brain was verging on overload, hardly able to discern pain from pleasure.

  Cifa placed the second clamp. I cried out at the jagged shards that erupted within my breast. I cried out again as Seot rubbed the humming vibe against my clit and shoved two fingers in my cunt. Agony was merging with ecstasy, the lines between them growing blurrier by the moment.

  I was barely aware of Cifa attaching each end of the chain to the clamps. I regained sense in time to wonder what he was up to as he draped the looped middle over the spreader bar between my ankles, which was directly over my head. The silvery links swung about a couple of inches above my face.

  Cifa wrapped the square of cloth around the middle links. “Open your mouth.” I did so and immediately yelped as he tugged the cloth-wrapped chain down. He placed it between my teeth, stretching my breasts to taut points. “Bite down. Your job is to keep this tight.”

  Great. I was to be the instrument of my own misery. I did as I was told, for my Imdiko. I whimpered at the pressure.

  Seot was still finger-fucking me, playing the vibrator around my throbbing clit, helping to distract me from the torture. At least it distracted me until Cifa plucked at the chain like he played a harp. Agony thrummed through my breasts, but Seot kept playing with me. Once more, hurt and arousal united. They concentrated into a single powerful feeling. Yet was it torment or passion? I swayed between them, unable to settle on either. Sometimes I felt sure I was in too much anguish to bear another moment. The next second, I was swept up in lust so fervid that I thought I must explode from the power of it.

  I’d gotten so lost in the raging storm of what Seot and Cifa did to me that I’d forgotten Larten and his rubber paddle. I remembered in a hurry when Seot slid his fingers out of me. He continued to rub the vibe against my clit, but as he licked my juices from his fingers, he moved back to allow the avid-eyed Nobek access to my upraised ass.

  Larten didn’t give me a moment to think anything beyond oh shit before he flicked the paddle. A hearty smack filled the air. Pain bloomed white-hot on one cheek. I yelped and almost released the chain tormenting my boobs.

  “Careful,” Cifa warned me with that sweet-as-sugar smile. “You won’t enjoy what happens if you let go. The punishment for not holding onto the chain is a cunt spanking. Larten’s paddle on your poor, sensitive pussy will not feel good at all.”

  He was right about that. I bit down harder than ever an instant before my other cheek received its first swat. I kept my jaw clenched, but managed to utter a pretty intelligible curse word.

  Larten chuckled. His amusement granted me no relief from the spanking, however. He set about making certain the whole of my rear was roasting.

  Torment should have taken center stage, and for several moments, it did. However, I have that streak in me that enjoys being put in vulnerable positions from which there is no escape. It wasn’t too long before the paddling warped into something besides punishment. The heat of Larten’s attentions joined the erotic fire of Seot’s clit play. Even the ache of Cifa’s tugs on the links excited me. Though I knew it wouldn’t be delightful in any way, the fantasy of letting go of the chain, leading to Larten using the paddle on my helpless cunt as I screamed and writhed, fed my passion until I was on the brink of orgasm.

  “Pretty pussy wants to come.” Seot’s grin was knowing. “I see it trembling and twitching.”

  I moaned. I was close to climax. It wouldn’t take much to send me over.

  Seot said something to Larten in Kalquorian. Between the steady smacks and him speaking faster than I could interpret, I missed whatever it was. However, Larten responded by spanking me faster than before, the rubber rat-a-tatting in a blurry storm against my flesh. At the same time, Seot increased the vibrator’s speed and pressed it against my clit.

  I nearly opened my mouth to yell as sensation reached a heady peak. I remembered not to do so a bare half-second before orgasm crested and crashed down on me.

  As soon as the spasm walloped me, Larten stopped spanking and moved out of the way for our Dramok. Seot knelt between my legs, burrowing his cocks into me as climax rolled through. Feeling him shove in brought me harder than before. A thin scream trailed between my clenched teeth. Wave after wave shuddered through me as Seot took me with power.

  “Yes. Yes!” he shouted, thrusting and increasing the vibe’s speed. “Come for me. Come around my cock. Oh ancestors, yes.”

  I sobbed as the friction forced a series of tremors from my body. Seot was not kind, but he was thorough. He forced me to climax until I thought my sex would turn itself inside out. I begged him through clamped teeth to come too, so that I could stop. I don’t know if he could understand any of what I said, but it was obvious he was intent on torturing me with my own lust. I almost cried with relief when his primary cock at last jolted within me, pouring his pleasure and stopping the assault.

  “Brutal,” was Cifa’s grinning opinion. He tugged at the chain between my teeth. “You can let go now.”

  I did so, gasping. My breasts ached. My poor cunt continued to shudder with little seizures, as if it had forgotten how to not orgasm. Seot remained buried in me, moaning as I trembled around his cock. At last he sighed, his eyelids fluttering. “That was spectacular.”

  I whimpered as Cifa readied to take off the nipple clamps. “Easy,” he whispered, and released the first one. If I hadn’t been trussed to the headboard, I’d have flown off the mat. Cifa crooned nonsense noises and kissed the se
aring pain away.

  “Wait a second,” I begged as his attention turned to the other breast. “Please, please, aaahhh!”

  “Better to get it done quickly,” he said in his happy, bright tone, as if I weren’t writhing in agony. “You don’t want to make it worse by prolonged anticipation.”

  “Oh! You horrible—why did I clan you, you miserable sadist?” I yelled.

  He laughed and gave me a kiss that made my sex throb with renewed interest. Oh yeah, good point. He’d won that argument fair and square.

  He released me from my bonds. Larten had a cup of water and a stim tab waiting for me when Cifa finished convincing me I’d done well in my choice of Imdikos. As if there’d been any real question on the matter.

  “Getting me ready for round two?” I asked Larten as the stim tab did its work, reviving my depleted energy stores.

  His grin was dangerous. “After I warm your pretty ass up again.” He sat on the edge of the bed and waved me over. “Finished with that water? Then bring yourself here, my little lovely.”

  With equal parts delight and dread, I crawled to him and draped myself over his thighs. My rear was plenty sore already. It would be sorer still within the next few seconds. Such is the price of being loved by a Kalquorian man…a most exciting price to pay.

  I couldn’t help but kick after a couple of open-handed smacks Larten gave my poor butt. As I thrashed in earnest, he was forced to hold me down with a calloused hand planted in the middle of my back. Fiery heat built until I was positive he’d ignited an inferno on my butt. His thigh, positioned beneath my sex, was slick as I responded to the erotic discipline…a response he shared, if the cocks stabbing against my ribcage were any indication.

  “On the floor,” Larten gasped as he gave my cheeks a final, meaty whack. “All fours, woman.”

  I spilled to the ground. Fortunately, my Nobek is far too protective to allow me to injure myself. He caught me on the way down, setting me carefully on the thick fur rug at the side of the sleeping mat.

  There is plenty to be said for a man who doesn’t always care for finesse. As a member of the warrior breed, Larten has an animal side that I enjoy. A beastly caveman aspect, if you will. Though he retained enough civilization to be sure I didn’t crash to the floor, gentle lovemaking was not on the menu. No sooner was I on my hands and knees when he was behind me, gripping my hips and yanking me toward him. He laid hold of his cocks, shoving them at my womanhood and ass, grinding the larger primary into the tighter hole with a demand that made me weak with need. The tip of him speared me. An instant later, the secondary prick started to burrow into my sex.

  Larten grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling so that my head reared. The dominance was so incredible, I spasmed a mini-orgasm before he shoved all the way in. I shrieked with ecstasy as our bodies smacked together. He mounted me with force that announced who was in charge. All I could do was take it.

  Gripping my hair and hip, he yanked me on himself at a pace that left me breathless. Dear prophets, how that man fucked me. The wet, harsh sounds of our sexes pounding were thunderous. I required no warm up. Orgasm ripped through me with ravenous brutality. I clenched so hard on Larten’s smaller prick, it’s a wonder he’s not down to one cock.

  Despite my cunt’s best efforts to rip his manly part off, that Nobek refused to slow for an instant. He kept riding me, thrusting to meet me as he yanked me back. My ragged cries rose in piercing alarms as climax followed climax. Or was it all a single orgasm, with each convulsion as strong as the last? I couldn’t tell. I didn’t care. All that mattered were the incredible surges that swept through me again and again.

  Damn, I’m twitching just writing about it. I’m going to have to ask for an identical ride soon.

  It wasn’t over quickly. Oh, by no means was Larten there for a hurried wham, bam, thank you ma’am. As soon as he neared his own end, he dived deep into me and halted. Gasping as if he’d performed a triathlon, he held us still. His cocks jerked within me, as protesting the postponement of eruption. My pussy twitched, asking for another round, the greedy beast. I laid with my face in the rug, groaning from the onslaught and yet eager for more.

  I got more. Larten came at me again, taking what he wanted, all that he wanted. Moments after his cocks started slamming me again, I screamed in ecstasy. Damn, I loved being fucked like an animal. It was hot and pure and demanding.

  I’m horny as hell remembering it. I hope I can finish this entry before having to grab a toy or clanmate.

  Larten had to stop again. Breathless growls sounded behind me. His body trembled violently. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d have taken a bite out of me…and not a lover’s bite. I’m thinking an actual chunk of Shalia meat. What an amazing beast he is.

  I knew when he started up once more that it would be the last round. I came harder than before when he howled, filling me with his passion. I swelled with more than a little pride that I’d been able to handle my primitive Nobek’s needs as he fell over me, the wild scream he’d uttered settling into moaning gasps.

  Whew. Good times.

  I had to laugh when an eager Cifa started to untangle Larten and me. “Move, Larten!” he begged when the Nobek proved difficult to budge. “I’m dying here.”

  “I’m comfortable,” Larten mumbled against my ear. “Why should I have to get up?”

  “Because if you don’t, I’ll cry.” Cifa’s voice took on a grieved tone.

  Apparently, Larten has an aversion to his Imdiko being in tears. The Nobek’s weight lifted from me with due haste, and Cifa chortled to have me for himself.

  He put me back on the sleeping mat, hugging me close. I murmured, “That’s interesting information about Larten.”

  Cifa snickered and whispered, “He can’t tolerate the suggestion of tears, even when he knows I’m lying my head off to get what I want. By the way, it never succeeds with Seot.”

  “What does?”

  “Nothing. The man is iron, impervious to head games. Believe me, I’ve tried.”

  Cifa’s cute when he’s conniving. Too cute to call him to task for it.

  He couldn’t have been more opposite of Larten when it came to lovemaking. “I apologize if I don’t last long,” he said as he sank into me from above. “After watching you with the others, I think I could lose it pretty quick.”

  I smiled up at him, content after the rougher sex to be quiet with my Imdiko. “Just being together is special to me.” I meant every word of it. “Feeling you inside me, sharing myself with you…how can this not be perfection?”

  He groaned and kissed me with amazing tenderness. “I love you, my Matara. I love you so much it hurts my heart.”

  “I love you too.” It was wonderful to say it and mean it with all my being. To experience no fear when I uttered the words.

  I’m not certain what Larten and Seot were doing while Cifa and I laid there, touching and kissing and whispering to each other. My attention was all on the man I was making love to. Despite his fears he’d not be able to perform for long, Cifa took his leisure with me. Our movements were slow and relaxed. Often we were still, murmuring to each other. Cifa described how warm and wet I was. How incredible it was to feel his cocks held so tightly in my body.

  I told him that he felt made for me alone. How he fit within my ass and pussy with a perfection that could only be divine grace. How strong his body was against me, how he was hard where I was soft, how powerful I knew him to be though he was being gentle at that moment. How safe I was in the cradle of his arms, how my body lit in lightning flashes when he moved within me.

  We slid against each other, noticing each mote of pleasure that our joining offered, climbing bit by bit to the peak of enjoyment. I’ve never been so aware of anyone as I was with Cifa. When orgasm arrived, it did so with tender convulsions, drawing on Cifa until he joined me in my ecstasy, groaning as he came within me.

  Only after we fell quiet did Seot and Larten join us, wanting to be a part of our calm union now that
passion had been fulfilled. They were welcomed with joy, as they completed Cifa and I.

  I have issues, but I know I have the perfect life now. Never have I been so happy.

  January 8

  I’m a working woman once more. I am now employed by Cifiler Ocean Cruises as its senior vid producer. Impressive? Not really. I’m the only person in the newly formed vid production department at this moment. So much for glamour.

  I’m to hire staff since Cifa and his siblings have agreed to move all vid and promotional production in-house. I report to the elderly but savvy director of the marketing department, who in turn reports to my Imdiko, Ila, and Erom. Look at me, being all upper-middle management. I’m moving up in the world.

  It was overwhelming today, my first official day on the job. Cifa was glowing with (hopefully not misplaced) pride as he ushered me into the production department’s space, located in the company offices. Cifiler is located in a different section of cliffs from the ones near the Matara Complex and market, about twenty miles down the coast from home. It’s a section that’s in the middle of the tourist-trap part of the capital of Kalquor, where most locals don’t frequent. I’ll enjoy the commute each day with Cifa, which is a plus in my book. As a department head who is clanned to one of the owners, I can bring Anrel with me. Extra points for that.