Shalia's Diary (19 page)

I didn’t know what he wanted from me.  I didn’t know if I could give him whatever it was.

His voice was gentle but firm.  I sensed the same control he wielded over Esak being placed over me.  “You will submit to everything we want.  You will accept our control over your body without question or complaint.  You will only protest if something we do is beyond your physical or emotional abilities to withstand.”

Esak’s attentions went to my ass.  He put both fingers, slick from me, inside.  I shuddered as he worked the tight ring of muscles, stretching them for use.

Dusa grasped my chin and made me look at him.  His eyes were steady, uncompromising.  “Do you understand what I want from you, Shalia?  Absolute obedience to our wants.  If you are in too much pain or overwhelmed, you will say
sholt
, and we will stop.”

I froze.  “Pain?” I whispered.

He shook his head slightly.  “Not the pain that results from being taken against your will.  This pain—” he tugged at my nipple again, bringing a heady bolt of discomfort “—or this pain.”  He nodded to Esak.

There was a slap and a sting against one butt cheek.  I yelped more in surprise than anything else.  Warmth pulsed from the spot Esak had smacked.  The heat crept inside, mixing with the churning tickle in my belly.  It smarted, but – but it was weirdly nice in a way.  It went along with the whole tied up and helpless thing that had me going. 

I tried to think straight.  I liked pain?  It shouldn’t be, yet ... yet honey continued to creep down my thighs.

I looked up at Dusa.  “You won’t really hurt me?  And you’ll stop if I say that word?”

He cupped my chin and kissed me with a gentle mastery that wiped my mind clean of anything but his and Esak’s touches.  I gave myself over to him, feeling safe despite all he’d done and said.

The kiss ended, and Dusa looked at me with reassurance.  “The word is
sholt
.  Say it, Shalia.”

“
Sholt
,” I repeated.

“Will you surrender yourself entirely to us?”

I swallowed.  I stared into Dusa’s eyes.  From far away, I heard myself say, “Yes.”

“Good girl.”  That praise warmed me from head to toe.  In that moment, I might have allowed Dusa anything.

“Nothing too extreme this first time we totally dominate you.  I don’t want you to fear us,” he whispered.  “Has a man ever spanked you, Shalia?”

My dad had tanned my hide a couple of times when I was younger.  Mom had beaten the tar out of my ass several times.  Somehow I knew that wasn’t the kind of thing Dusa was talking about.  My heart pounded fit to jump out of my chest.

I shook my head.  “No.”

“No, Dramok,” he corrected me.  “That is how you will address me while we enjoy you tonight.  And you will call Esak, Nobek.  You will use our breed titles with great respect.”

“Okay.  I mean, yes, Dramok.”  I was surprised at how easy it was to fall into the role of subservience he’d placed me in.

“All right, Shalia.  We are going to play now.  What do you say if it becomes too much?”

“
Sholt
.”  At his raised eyebrow, I quickly added, “Dramok.”

He nodded and sat up to look at Esak, still working to open my butt.  Heavens, was he planning on putting a tree in me?  He was spending a lot of time back there.  Not that I was complaining.  It felt pretty good.

“First
dulma
, which we will both administer.  Then
laxan
.”

I could hear the smile in Esak’s voice.  “I am quite ready, my Dramok.”

“I see that you are.  Choose your side.”

Esak moved to kneel on one side of my crouched body, and Dusa took a position on the other.  Calloused hands stroked my butt, and my insides tumbled about like rolled dice.  I moaned and wriggled.  Then a hand – I’m not sure whose – grabbed a handful of hair at the back of my head, making it impossible to move to see what was going on behind me. 

“Now, my pretty,” Dusa whispered.  The hands left my butt, and I whimpered, thrusting up and begging for their touch.

A loud crack reverberated through the room.  I had a moment to wonder what had made the sound before a splash of pain filled the ass cheek on Dusa’s side.  It went hot in an instant; flaming hot.

I sucked in a breath, and then there was another loud smack, this time from Esak’s side.  Fierce heat bloomed from my other ass cheek, and I yelped and jerked against the flex ties.

“Do not fight, Shalia,” Dusa said, his voice deep and powerful.  “Stay very still while we make this pretty ass red and warm for our pleasure.”

I went still without realizing I obeyed him without hesitation.  Breath sobbed in and out of my throat.  They were spanking me.  They really were, and I wasn’t sure what, if anything, I should do about it.

A couple more slaps on my butt, and I yipped.  There was a pause, and Dusa leaned over to look into my face.  “
Sholt
, Shalia?”

A surge of pride shot through me.  Hey, it was only a spanking and not nearly as bad as the ones Mom had given me back in the day.  What kind of wuss did he think he was dealing with?  At the same time, I was tremendously touched that he was so conscientious.  He really didn’t want to hurt me. 

Plus there was that heat working its way all through me, along with the headiness of being under his and Esak’s control.  It made the pain feel a lot more like pleasure.

I gave him a wincing smile.  “No, Dramok,” I whispered.

He kissed my cheek.  “Good girl.  We will continue.”

The spanks came faster after that.  Their palms thudded against my butt, and the ache sank deeper and deeper into my flesh.  The heat became an inferno, and it blazed through, lighting my belly and pussy.  After a little while, it didn’t hurt anymore.  It remained an intense sensation, but it was like I had somehow transmuted it into something else.  I crouched beneath those firm hands, gasping and groaning, my sex throbbing in time with the strikes.  I was really aroused.  From a spanking.  Go figure.

“Enough,” Dusa said after a bit.  “She is a very pretty shade now.”

A hand swept over my ass.  I shivered to feel such a tender caress after that same hand had chastised so firmly.  “And warm.”  Esak’s voice was all growl.

The hand released my hair as Dusa spoke.  “You will go first.  I will make sure she feels secure about this.”

“Thank you, my Dramok.”

Dusa laid down next to me again, the way he had before the spanking.  He stroked my cheek.  “You are still all right?”

“Yes, Dramok.”  I felt a little floaty, in fact.  Not bad at all, especially with Esak easing himself between my spread thighs.  His cocks nudged my lower parts.

My bemused brain registered the pressure against my ass and pussy.  Ass, mostly.  I slowly pieced together my memory of Kalquorian anatomy.

“Um, Du – I mean, Dramok?”

“Yes, Shalia?”

“The Nobek is going in backwards.  Upside down.  Wrong appendage to wrong orifice.”  I felt rather witty for getting that last one out, especially feeling something so hard and large pressing into me. 

“It’s called
laxan
.  We enjoy it very much.  I think you will too.”

Esak added, “Don’t worry, Shalia.  I stretched you well beforehand.  You will not be harmed.  Try pushing against me.”

I did as he said, and it made it even easier for him to move inside.  I remembered that he had spent an especially long time working with my ass.  It didn’t hurt as he pushed further in.  Instead, I got really, really, nicely full.

“It’s the most taboo thing that could be done under Earth’s old regime,” I told Dusa.  My voice sounded disconnected, because I was mostly interested in the slow, steady penetration.  Esak’s smaller dick traveled into my pussy, and the position had it pressing quite nicely against my hot spot.  “It was especially bad if you were the same gender.”

“Does it feel bad, Shalia?”

I closed my eyes.  “No, Dramok.  It feels good.”

It was the ultimate in possession.  I’d been tied up and spanked, and Esak was now fully inside my ass with his larger cock.  He groaned.

“Tell me, my Nobek,” Dusa invited.

“Tight.  The tightest I’ve ever known.  Warm inside and out.  I will not last long.”

“Good.  I ache for her myself.”

Esak rocked a little, his cocks easing out only a small bit before pushing back in again.  With each stroke he moved a little more.  His hands grasped my hips, pulling me against him with each growing plunge.  My stomach twined in on itself, tightening everything inside.  I warbled a high-pitched sound in reaction.

Dusa went back to tugging and pinching my nipples.  Darts of pain swirled down to join the bliss in my ass and sex.  Esak hit that spot over and over, grunting like an animal.  He rubbed against it hard.  Heat bloomed and reached tendrils throughout my body.  I was going to go over soon.  I could feel it starting, mounting with every thrust, with every pinch.

“You may ask for permission to climax,” Dusa said.

If I’d been in my right mind, I might have had a sharp comment for that.  Given the dominating mood Dusa was in, he might have very well given me a real spanking.  But I headed towards bliss, and I didn’t want anything to interrupt my happy journey.

“Please, Dramok, may I come?”  I was getting really close, my pussy starting to clench hard against Esak’s driving length.  I heard him gasp.  His fingers bit hard into my hips.

I could feel myself unraveling.  Whether Dusa granted leave or not, I had nearly reached the point of no return.  Sweat broke out over my skin.

“You may come now, my little pretty,” he said, his tone one of conferring great favor.  He released my breast to pinch my clit.

Ecstasy bolted through me.  I cried out as I seized around Esak’s cocks, my pussy flexing hard, encouraging him to join me.  His groan spun out, long and loud, and the telltale pulsing in my sheaths told me he spilled into me.

Another convulsion seized me, sending fresh elation through my senses.  I had the dim knowledge of Dusa watching my face as I succumbed to pleasure.

After we quieted Esak pulled free, emptying me in a wash of hot fluid.  I dripped our shared bliss onto the rough carpet beneath me.  Then Dusa switched places with the other man and he moved inside me, thrusting hard and strong.

Esak slid his head beneath me to capture a breast in his warm, wet mouth.  He alternated gentle licks with not-so-gentle nips.  I groaned as intense feeling suffused my body once more, fed even more by Dusa’s hammering strokes.  Damn it, I was going to climax again.

“Beg me, Shalia,” the Dramok gasped.  “Beg me for consent to come.”

“Please, Dramok,” I groaned.  A high, whistling scream fell from my lips as I felt Esak’s fangs pierce my breast.  “Oh please!”

“More,” he grunted, pounding hard enough to send sharp reports of his groin meeting my ass echoing through the room.  He was literally wearing it out.  “You will not climax with my leave.”

I struggled to obey him because that lightning strike of pleasure was poised to hit.  Euphoria swirled through my senses as Esak pumped intoxicating venom into me.  While I battled for control, his fangs left my flesh.  He sucked hard on the tiny wounds, swallowing whatever blood I wept for him.

“Please, Dramok.  I’m begging you.  Please, please, let me come.”  I held on by only the thinnest of threads now, the persistent drugging delight of both intoxicant and sex dragging to desperate release.