Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  Cifa was in no rush to make good on his threat, however. He was content to take his time pinning me to his desk with a hand pressed to the small of my back. The other delivered pleasure with rubbing, or pain with those smacks.

  “Your ass is hot from the discipline,” he gloated after several minutes of play. “I love to feel it roasting when I sink my dicks into you from behind. Hold still and keep quiet while I bring it up to the proper temperature.”

  I bit my lips together as he spanked me, his unyielding palm delivering explosive slaps to my naked flesh. He peppered my vulnerable pussy with the occasional spank as well, sending violent, erotic agony spearing through my womanhood. I managed not to cry out, though pain and rapture drove me to tears in equal amounts. I suffered and exulted in my Imdiko’s domination over me, bearing the intense wallops of torment for his sake.

  As he punished me for our mutual enjoyment, his voice rose in the occasional singsong. “That’s it. Pretty ass taking its chastisement. Sweet pussy, wet from its reprimand. Look at it quiver, the naughty thing. Whose naughty pussy likes to be spanked? My naughty pussy.”

  I gripped the edge of his desk, hanging on for dear life. Oh my gosh, how wonderfully it hurt. As I shook from the penance Cifa exacted from me, I relished that I could give myself so completely to him.

  I nearly begged him to continue when he stopped. I wanted to prove my surrender to him, to demonstrate he was my world. To show him I was forever to be his, devoted to his need to dominate.

  Instead, I behaved myself, remaining quiet except for breathless whimpers as he took up position behind me. The sound of his crotch seam purring open made my spread legs tremble. I quivered at his hard, wet cocks lying on my throbbing ass.

  “Nice, wet pussy,” Cifa murmured, using his fingertips to spread my honey to my ass. He circled the tight aperture, teasing me before grasping my hips. “Sweet, tight ass.”

  His cocks slid down the crevice between my buttocks, finding their way to their assigned destinations. As my Imdiko paused to adjust himself so that he could take me, I forced myself to relax. To open.

  The tapered tip of his primary cock slid in, making me grateful that Kalquorian men exude their own wetness. Especially considering where that thick package was going. I continued to grip the far edge of Cifa’s desk, willing all tension into my fingers as Cifa’s growing girth spread me open. I wasn’t in pain, not yet. Because Kalquorians have two cocks, one for each hole, my back end is trained to accept the smaller. It had been a while since I’d had a primary however, and I expected reluctance on the part of my hindquarters the closer it got to the base.

  I forgot my concerns as the secondary moved into my eager pussy. Double penetration is so amazing. I loved being filled with my clanmate. The friction against certain sensitive areas is intense and glorious. That first flush of heat crawled over my skin as the front interior of my sleeve was abraded by Cifa’s cock. I shuddered as thrilling effervescence bubbled through my insides.

  Cifa felt my reaction. “That’s it. You’re going to let me fuck that hot pussy and tight ass, and you’ll love every second of it.”

  Another trigger: dirty talk. Between that, two fat dicks, and a man who enjoys taking control as much as I enjoy handing it over, I’m a lucky gal. Of all my clanmates, Cifa delivers the naughty words best.

  He filled me to the point where it started to ache. That was good too. I’m not into terrible pain for the most part, but there’s something about surrendering to a bit of hurt that excites me. I like to pretend I’m helpless to stop my lovers, even if a single word from me will stop them in their tracks.

  I had no intention of stopping Cifa from doing anything he wanted. As he pressed in, insisting I accept him, I gasped and kept telling myself to relax. To appreciate the stress and the burning. To concentrate on the incredible sensations of him pressing against my G-spot. My pussy spasmed with the delight of such devoted surrender.

  “Take it all. Take those cocks all the way.” His growl was enthralling, the illusion of danger growing with the ferocity of his lust. I told myself I had no choice, that his desire was my law, that defiance was out of the question. If pain was the price of his pleasure, I’d foot that bill.

  I won’t deny there was relief when his groin pressed up against my ass, though the spanked flesh complained. He’d shoved all he had into me; there would be no more. Cifa paused, panting as he reveled in mastering me. He did hesitate a moment to be the devoted clanmate he is, asking, “How are you?”

  “Glad to be your adoring servant, your favorite fuck-toy. Grateful to give you whatever you desire of me. Proud that my pussy and ass grant you the joy you wish.”

  Cifa’s groan was all the thanks I could have asked for. Then he fell into the role I’d asked of him, his voice guttural. “You are my favorite fuck-toy. But you’ve made a terrible mistake. You called them your pussy and ass.”

  “Forgive me, master. I’m so very sorry. It’s your pussy and ass, never mine.”

  “Sorry isn’t good enough. Hold still for more punishment.”

  I braced myself for what was to come. Cifa reached beneath me. He slapped my clit.

  Profound pain lit my cunt. It drove me straight into orgasm. I shrieked and shuddered as pleasure walloped me on the heels of that blast of torment, making my pussy flex with each hot pulse that tore through my core.

  As soon as the climax began to recede, Cifa gave my clit another spank. I detonated again, my sleeve milking his rear cock as he began a demanding rhythm, fucking me with violent abandon. He took me hard, as was his right, and he swatted my pussy each time I began to recover from orgasm. I was in a frenzy of agonized ecstasy, my insides pulsing in tandem with his pounding thrusts.

  At last he groaned, his cocks jerking inside me. Our juices dripped down the insides of my legs, and still his shafts jolted within my channels. Cifa shuddered against me, his cries strained, his weight plastering me flat to his desk. When he could speak again, he sighed, “I’m so damned glad I hired you. You deserve a raise.”

  I laughed breathlessly. “I’m perfectly happy with the fringe benefits.”

  March 16, early

  Katrina, Candy, and I met for a long-overdue lunch at a cliffside-restaurant that was big on atmosphere and delicious food. Big on price, too. Because Seot offered to foot the bill, we concentrated on the positive stuff. It’s been ages since the original Terrible Trio from the Pussy ‘Porter got together. Naturally, Anrel joined us. Such hen parties are educational for my daughter. She needs to know the benefits of a sisterhood in preparation for her own.

  I see Katrina and Candy quite a bit, but I realized how much of it was in a professional capacity today. Katrina and I are neck-deep in the Family Fertility Foundation. I assist Candy with her speeches and vid interviews with Kalquorians and Earthers who want to change the clan definition and legal standing. I talk to her at Cifiler headquarters all the time too.

  Yet we had a ton of things to catch up on. Katrina announced she was running out on us—for a couple of months.

  “My children and grandchildren have invited me to visit them on Haven,” she beamed. “My son and daughter asked if I’d be willing to pick out a couple of homesteads for them and supervise things being set up so they can start right away. The second planting season will be in full swing when their ship arrives in a few weeks, and they don’t want to miss out before winter hits.”

  “Yeehaw, Farmer Katrina,” I teased. “I want a shot of you in overalls, working a pitchfork.”

  “More like hiring help to work pitchforks while I sip drinks on the farmhouse front porch.”

  “Are you quitting your job here?” Candy looked worried.

  “No, only taking family leave. It’s no problem since I arranged for my temporary replacement. I’ll be training Megan on my job all next week, then I’m off.”

  I couldn’t have been happier for Katrina. At one point, she’d been estranged from her son because she’d joined a clan. His objections to her mixing w
ith Kalquorians hadn’t stood up to his children’s demands they be allowed to visit their grammy. I also get the feeling he really loves Katrina, so he allowed himself to be ‘convinced’ to let her in his family’s life. I hope the visit goes well.

  After a round of congratulations, I homed in on something else she’d said. “I hate to encourage gossip—”

  Katrina said, “Oh please do” at the same moment Candy insisted, “Encourage!”

  I laughed at them. “You mentioned Megan playing temp for you. Is she back from staying with Clan Aslada?”

  Katrina cackled, letting me know there was delicious rumors to be heard. “I adore that gal. She’s a smart one, our Miss Megan.”

  “Ooh, tell me there’s a scandal,” Candy begged in the breathless way she talks when she’s excited.

  “Not so much scandal as putting those men in their proper place.”

  “Clan Aslada?” My eyes widened to hear my former suitors had done something to warrant such action.

  “They have an issue with putting in a lot of hours into their jobs,” Katrina reminded me. “Megan isn’t having it. She adores the three of them, is head over heels, in fact. She drew the line at playing second fiddle to their careers.”

  “She has a point,” I agreed, remembering all too well the last week I’d spent with them. They’d gone back to work after taking time off to woo me. Though they’d been devoted the few hours when they were home, I’d seen very little of them. “Relationships take serious effort. If they aren’t ready to invest in her, they don’t deserve her.”

  “That’s what she told them before climbing in a shuttle and coming home to the complex. They were on the com with her before she landed in the capital city, begging her to return.

  “She said no? Is she playing hard to get?” Candy asked, enthralled with the tale.

  “She dashed into the office before going to her quarters to unpack. ‘Katrina, I need a job. Make me your assistant. I’ll do it for free. I’ll do anything, just so I can show them I can ignore them for career too!’ She’s determined they learn the error of their ways.” Katrina chortled. “I had gotten the plea to help my family only minutes before she showed up, so the timing couldn’t have been better. The moment I offered to let her temp, she commed Dramok Aslada.”

  “What did she tell him?” I asked.

  “She said, ’I’m needed by my friend Katrina to look after the Mataras at the complex. I can’t stay with you for several weeks due to her leaving to visit her family. I wouldn’t anyhow, not when you don’t love me enough to spend time with me. Think about what’s more important, and I’ll get back to you when I’m available again.’” Katrina did a perfect imitation of Megan’s formal tone, the voice she uses when she’s cranky with someone.

  “Ouch. I hope they don’t move on to the next Matara on their list if she’s really in love with them,” Candy laughed.

  “Please. Not an hour goes by when her com doesn’t go off while I’m trying to train her on my job,” Katrina snorted. “She lets them go to message, giggling like a fiend. And the presents haven’t stopped coming in every day since she told them off. She’s got those boys by their secondaries.”

  We hooted in delight. I hope that Clan Aslada does right by Megan. She’s great. They’re great, even if they do let themselves get too wrapped up in their careers. If they can make the relationship good for all concerned, they’ll be as happy as they deserve.

  Candy had news too. “Stidmun might be re-assigned to Kalquor soon,” she beamed. “My sweetie and I will be able to be together for more than a few days at a time!”

  We cheered her fabulous news. “When will you know?” I asked.

  “Re-assignments take place next week. He’s been lobbying to be placed planetside to be with me, and a few trainers in the area are retiring, which would be even better since I work here.” Candy crossed her fingers and rolled her eyes prayerfully at the sky. “Please, please, let it happen!”

  “I hope so,” Katrina said. “Then you can build your family.”

  “Katrina, how about if he and I enjoy each other first?”

  “I need an army of grandbabies, both here and on Haven. Besides, if you have a hybrid child, Kalquor won’t kick you off for any reason,” Katrina pointed out.

  “My living situation is a selfish motive to have a baby,” Candy remonstrated. “Give me some credit for having a moral or two.”

  Our elder friend rolled her eyes. “I taught you better than that.” We laughed at her attempts to corrupt Candy.

  It was a long, wonderful lunch. Lots of hugs at the end, promising to have another girls’ date as soon as Katrina returned. It’s going to be rough not having her around for a couple of months.

  We went our separate ways. Anrel and I hopped in my shuttle and moseyed over to the market’s above-ground landing area. There’s a little girl who grows less little by the day. She outgrows clothes at a crazy rate. Hina is inheriting plenty for her daughter, while I’m stuck buying new for my kid.

  As I shopped for my sweetie, who had fallen asleep in the carry pouch I wore, I wondered if Hina would be handing those clothes back. I could be pregnant, but it’s still early to check.

  “What do you think?” I asked the slumbering Anrel. “Would you like a brother or a sister? I always wanted siblings.”

  I beamed at the tinier outfits, the ones made for newborns. Anrel had once been that small—smaller!—but it was difficult to remember her being so tiny. Despite her rough beginnings, she was getting big.

  Bigger than most of the other babies I saw in the shop, one of two stores we now have in the market that has a decent selection of clothes for children. The other moms and I, all Earthers, smiled at each other as we sorted through the offerings that had become more plentiful in the short while I’d been on Kalquor. Besides us, the older Earther store owner helped a lady with a special order. A giantess of a Kalquorian woman, wearing a flowing gown and headscarf that swathed her from head to toe, scrutinized a selection of men’s trousers in the adult clothing section.

  I considered a sweet little coat and hat set for winter. It was a size too large for Anrel now, but it would possibly be too small for her once the cold set in. As I wondered if I should take the chance and buy it, my com went off. The baby whimpered in her sleep, and I grabbed the unit to shut off its buzz.

  Unknown frequency. You two outshine the rest.

  I blinked. My initial thought was that someone had hit the wrong frequency, sending me a message by mistake. I started to erase it.

  Then I remembered the message I’d received at work yesterday. I had a bad thought. A really, really bad thought.

  I looked around the shop again. Me, Anrel, other Earthers, and their babies. No man in sight. Certainly not the man I feared seeing the most.

  No windows to the outside of the market, either. Only window vids that didn’t allow for two-way viewing.

  I was creeped out anyhow. I walked up and down the aisles, making sure that Dramok Nang had not appeared out of nowhere to stalk me in a clothing store. He wasn’t, and I wondered if I was jumping at shadows. If Nang was near, wouldn’t he confront me? The last word I’d gotten from him, a message I’d received when heading to Kalquor, had made it clear he was operating under some delusion that I wanted him in my life again.

  I calmed down but remained watchful. It wasn’t until I was in my shuttle and heading home that I remembered there had been a Kalquorian woman in the shop too. She’d been well-covered by a gown and headscarf that in retrospect seemed rather heavy for a day as warm as today. A huge woman, taller than most of the men. She had not been there when the message came through.

  No way. He couldn’t have gotten that close to us. Could he? And not have spoken?

  It probably wasn’t Nang. I’m positive it wasn’t him. I was still relieved to get Anrel home, where the house staff greeted us warmly. It’s good to be surrounded by people I trust. To not be alone and jumping at shadows.

  I’ve decided
that the messages I’ve received, especially today’s, more than likely were a mistake as I’d first assumed. I’m going to show this latest text to Larten when he makes it home anyway.

  After all, I’m Shalia Monroe. Trouble loves me, so I can’t be blamed if I cringe at shadows.

  March 16, later

  I showed the bizarre message I’d received while shopping to Larten. I also told him about the one I’d gotten at headquarters, which Cifa was able to back me up on.

  “Could it be Nang? Or am I acting paranoid?” I asked.

  My Nobek frowned over the message. He played with the com’s settings, trying to figure out where the message had originated from. He had no luck.

  “It’s odd,” he admitted, his face dark and dangerous. “I’ll contact some people. It may be nothing, but I’ll feel better finding out who is sending these messages.”