Thursday, December 18, 2014

April 5, afternoon (part 1)

There is something about shooting stuff that gives a gal a sense of power. Blasting the hell out of virtual Tragooms, Bi’isils, and all manners of hostile-acting aliens went a long way towards making me feel like my old pre-abduction self.

Oses chuckled a little at the end of my blaster lesson. “You are like a Nobek when you’ve got a blaster in your hands,” he told me. “What is it you Earthers say? Shoot first, ask questions later.”

I was glad to see a little bit of a smile on his face. It comes so seldom in the wake of our captivity. It’s a wondrous thing to see Oses at ease again. “Like a Nobek, huh? That’s a big compliment coming from you,” I said, taking out the simulation charges. I went over the checklist of things to do at the end of a session. Satisfied my weapon was powered down properly, I handed the blaster over to the weapons commander for him to do a final safety check. “How was my score?”

“Not too bad considering you’re out of practice. Sixty-five percent hits with forty-seven percent kills.”

“Damn,” I sighed. “I am out of practice. Can I come in here on my own?”

Oses thought about it for a few seconds. “I’ll get you a special pass, but it will have to be during hours when few of my men are booking the time.”

I nodded my understanding. The room was basically a big vid projector. It presented different firefight scenarios that had been loaded into the computer for training purposes. The system was a perfect tool to give security officers or wayward Earther girls simulated situations of every possible kind. Of course Oses’ men had first dibs. My training was for the last resort of me having to protect myself.

Then again when I consider how often I find trouble, I really do need to practice as much as humanly possible.

“Let me know when I can get in here,” I told Oses. “As often as I can.”

He nodded, his expression darkening a little. Maybe he was thinking about all the peril we’re in these days as we navigate our hazardous way to Kalquor. Or maybe he was thinking that no matter how prepared we are, we can never guarantee we’ll be safe.

I hated seeing Oses look like that. Not for the first time, I wondered how much of an emotional toll his psyche had taken. That something unseen was now stalking me couldn’t be making him feel any better.

I knew Oses’ plate was pretty full as far as his usual workload was concerned. Yet I still decided my friend needed another project; one that he could be certain would protect me and make him feel useful too. Plus it would remind him that he wouldn’t always be responsible for my well-being.

“I’ve been talking to one of the clans on my lottery list,” I said. “I know you’re super busy these days—”

“Names. Locations of where they live and work,” Oses immediately commanded. “Everything you know about them. Forward the files they and the lottery commission sent you.”

Gotcha, you big, over-protective  brute.

“Oh,” I said as innocently as possible. “I was going to have Dad Rak check them out, but if you want to—”

I guess Oses wasn’t interested in me finishing any sentences. “I can get information quicker than he can since there is less a time lag,” he insisted. “Nobek Rak will no doubt still do his duty by his daughter, but I can clear this potential clan for you sooner.”

“Okay. I’ll send you all the particulars on this Clan Seot. They do seem nice enough.”

“I’ll make sure of that.” Oses’ eyes were sharp and his tone determined. Can I maneuver this man, or what?

I looked up at my Nobek friend and lover, feeling honest, pure affection for him. He returned the gaze, and his expression softened.

“I will miss you when we part, but I will be glad when you and your child are safe on Kalquor,” Oses said. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I will be relieved to give you up.”

“Because I won’t be in danger anymore,” I said softly.

“Exactly.” He made a face, somewhere between a grimace and a smile. “I am strong, but I am not a young man any longer. This is wearing on me more than you know.”

“I’m sorry that I’ve put you through so much.” I swallowed a lump in my throat.

Oses shook his head. “No, I wouldn’t have traded knowing you for anything. I’ve experienced real joy with you. You’ve even given me a few moments with Betra.”

“But I’m rather high maintenance to deal with all the time.”

Oses barked a laugh. “It’s not all about you, you know. I’m realizing how ill-suited I am when it comes to caring properly for a Matara. “

“You’ve taken very good care of me.”

“It takes more than that.” Oses shook his head. “If I was part of a clan, I couldn’t do my work for the fleet so easily. I’d have to consider every move I make for my own safety, simply because I’d be worried about leaving unprotected those who count on me. I learned that when Finiuld took us prisoner. Your protection was linked into my being there, strong and whole. It was a startling realization to know that giving up my life was the worst possible decision.”

I frowned. “Is it really that easy for you to let yourself die?”

Oses looked at me as if I’d just asked him if he likes sex. “Of course. To preserve the lives of those I care about? To preserve my honor? I don’t even have to think about it.”

“Wow.” I wondered if I would ever feel that way about anyone ... then it hit me that I did. I’d been good and ready to give up my life to keep my unborn child out of Finiuld’s hands. I’d committed heinous acts just for that purpose.

I’d killed. I knew if it came to it, I would kill again.

The thoughts were sobering. I already had blood on my hands. To know I’m capable of murder was not a realization I’d ever expected to come to about myself. Even at the cost of my sanity, I would destroy lives.

“I see in your eyes that dark thoughts are in your head,” Oses murmured, startling me out of my reveries.

“How do you deal with it?” I asked. “How do you think about those you’ve killed and not fall apart?”

“By thinking of the lives I’ve saved.” Oses cocked an eyebrow at me. “Every person who has died at my hands has been a good trade off, in my view. Maybe a few didn’t deserve their fate, but they had to be sacrificed for the greater good.”

I thought of the nameless Earther man he’d tortured to keep me and my baby safe. I’d allowed it to happen for Oses’ and my child’s sake. Had it been a good trade? I honestly didn’t know. All I knew is it had cost me a piece of my soul.

But if I’d had to do it all over again, I would. The instinct to save those I loved best would allow for nothing less.

“Don’t despise yourself for what doing what your heart tells you that you must,” Oses said. “You would have hated yourself even more for taking the other path, the one that would have cost you those who mean the most to you.”

“Better to drown in guilt for the ones you love, huh?” I managed a bitter smile.

“Always.” Oses drew a deep breath. “Sometimes it’s harder to have to be strong. The worst part for me is not thinking on the faces of those I’ve killed. It’s seeing those I protect and knowing my job is not done. That it will not be done until I am dead.” He barked sudden laughter. “I’m beginning to wonder if I’m too old and tired for this work.”

I didn’t like where this line of thought was heading. I felt too morose for a fling, but Oses’ mood was even darker than mine. So offered the one thing I can. Me.

I looked the Nobek up and down and gave him a naughty smile. “Old and tired, huh? Isn’t that a shame. I swear being pregnant has driven my hormones into overdrive. I guess I should track Betra down then, since you’re obviously in need of a nap, old man.”

Oses smirked. “I can wear you out at a moment’s notice, little Earther girl, just as well as that Imdiko pup. Get over here.”

Monday, December 15, 2014

April 5, early

Damn it, we need an exorcist on this stupid ship. The haunting issue is getting completely out of hand.

By the time I hooked back up with Candy and Katrina yesterday, it was dinner time. My besties were still freaked out about the ghost encounter in our would-be dance club. Thinking back on it, I was feeling kind of chicken myself.

The three of us decided we would have a slumber party of sorts – a big sleepover for grownups who felt as vulnerable as children. It didn’t matter that our section of the ship was now being monitored as never before and Nobek security patrolled up and down the corridors. We’d seen that shadow thing disappear into nowhere. Blasters and big, strong Kalquorians were not going to keep it from going where it damned well pleased.

After dinner we congregated in the Matara rec room to hash over our spooky problem with the others. The place was full to bursting with our fellow lottery lasses since word had spread. There was concern and skepticism in equal amounts from those who had not met Mr. Ghost yet. I’d say everyone was equally divided in camps of believers, those who thought there was a more rational explanation, outright doubters, and those who weren’t sure what to think.

“What I wouldn’t give for a priest just this one time,” Heather muttered as the hour drew late. She and another woman who had been in our club-finding party planned to spend the night together after their scare. I had the feeling there were going to be plenty of ‘slumber parties’ tonight.

“I’m more afraid of the old Earth priests than any bugaboo,” snorted someone else.

“Yeah, well you didn’t see that thing trying to trap us either, did you?” Heather was defensive and had made it clear she would take a swing at anyone who dared to call her a liar.

I was exhausted and my head hurt. We’d talked the issue to death and no one had any answers except Candy. She still wanted to hunt the ghost down and try to make it move on to the spirit world. Even Katrina admitted she was ready to work with Candy on that front.

“I need to sleep,” I told my two friends. I was still pretty knackered from my wild time with Oses and Betra earlier. “We can pull together our plan for entity extermination tomorrow and get it done then.”

“I agree,” Katrina said. “My place, yours, or hers?”

“Mine,” Candy said. “I’ve got my computer with all my notes in there. We can get going first thing in the morning when we’re rested up. Not that I’m sure I’ll sleep one wink.”

“Candy, you weren’t even there when we were confronted by that thing today,” Katrina pointed out.

“But I’ve already seen it face to faceless face. I am perfectly justified in being scared.”

We adjourned to Candy’s room after Katrina and I stopped off for nightgowns and extra pillows and blankets. The women insisted my pregnancy allotted me bed sharing rights with Candy. Katrina set up camp on the floor next to the sleeping mat rather than out in the sitting room’s lounger. She had to shift a pile of stuffed animals and dolls to do so.

I don’t know how much the other two tossed and turned. I was asleep moments after my head hit my pillow. All hail the exhausting benefits of sex. After that and the excitement of my earlier spectral encounter, I was wasted.

I do know things were quiet until about two hours before my regular wake time. Then a hand gripped my shoulder, bringing me out of slumber. I blinked my eyes open.

I lay on my side, facing the side of the bed where Katrina had decided to sleep on the floor. She was seated on the bed at my feet, staring towards the door. Candy was at my back. She was the one who had gripped my shoulder. Fuzzy with sleep, I looked up at her. She curled against me, propped up on her elbow so that she sort of leaned over me. In the low-level lighting she’d left on, I could see her looking from me to the door and back, apparently waiting for me to wake.

When I also looked towards the door to the sitting room where my friends’ attention directed, Candy leaned close to my ear. “Katrina says something came to the door and peeked in. When she sat up, it went into the sitting room. We’ve been listening for the last minute, waiting to see if it's still here.”

I strained to hear, but all I could detect was my heartbeat and Candy’s breath, still close to my ear. “Should we go look?” I whispered.

“We've decided to err on the side of caution. Katrina tried to com Oses a moment ago, but he didn’t answer,” Candy said. “She’s about to try Betra.”

Indeed, Katrina had her portable unit in her hand. Her thumb pressed for the frequency.

I heard Betra’s sleepy voice a moment later, the sound a bit distant and tinny. “Liaison Betra here.”

At that moment there was a heavy thud in the other room. I heard what sounded like a growl. The three of us made scared sounds: Katrina gasped, and Candy and I yipped with surprise.

Katrina wasted no time yelling to Betra for help as I jumped out of the bed and grabbed the nearest thing I could find: a heavy colored glass vase Candy had purchased at the Xniktix Station. “Betra, something’s in here in Candy’s quarters. We need security!”

As for me, I’d had it with cowering from the unknown. The thing in our hoped-for club had freaked me out, but I’d had enough scares in the last few months to last me a lifetime. I did the stupidest thing I could. I ran into the sitting room, brandishing the vase.

No one was there, but Candy’s handheld had gone from the table to the floor. I knew for a fact where it had been sitting before we all went to bed. That must have been the thud I had heard.

Pounding sounded at the door to the corridor. The damned thing shook with the force of the blows. “Security! Open up!”

Well aware I wore only a nightie that ended halfway down to my knees, I answered the door anyway. I didn’t want them busting a hole in it. Two big Nobeks filled the opening. They stared at me and the vase I still hefted by its fluted neck, ready to crack someone’s skull open.

“Whoever it was has disappeared,” I reported, stepping back to let them in. “Unless he’s hiding in the restroom.”

They started sweeping the rooms as wide-eyed Candy emerged with my robe. She and Katrina helped me wrap up in it, though whatever dignity I was supposed to preserve was already betrayed.

Betra came running in barefoot, his formsuit pulled on over his legs and closed to his waist. The top of it flapped against his butt and thighs. His hair was a tangled mass. Even terrified, I noted that he’s cute when he’s just woken up.  “What is it? Did you find anyone?” he asked the Nobeks.

Before they could reply, Oses came striding in. He was in full uniform and as alert as a watchdog. “Report,” he said to his men.

They snapped quick bows before the taller of the two said, “We’ve found no one but the three Mataras present, Commander. We were outside this room mere seconds before the call came, patrolling this very hall.”

The other one was a bearded beast of a man. He added, “The doors along this corridor have been in our and the other patrol’s sights for the last two hours. No one has entered or left any Matara’s quarters.”

“Obviously they did,” Katrina said, her face grim. “I looked right at a man in this room.”

Oses glanced at the handheld on the floor. “What did you see, Matara Katrina?”

She sighed, clearly not liking what she was about to say. “A dark shape of a big man crossing before the doorway and taking a look into the sleeping room before rushing out of my sight again. He moved with those quick blurred movements, so I can’t give you a description other than he was close to your heights.”

The four men in the room were average to above average for Kalquorians. At about six feet, ten inches tall, Oses had a couple of inches on the next tallest man. It was a pretty wide range of sizes.

Katrina added, “I also think he was built big, with wide shoulders. He wore dark clothing, like your outfits.” She nodded at their black fleet uniforms. “But as you can see, the light in here was kept low. He was a few feet away, so details were pretty damned dim.”

“Anything else, Matara? Any characteristic movements, like a limp?”

Katrina shook her head. “He looked like he was messing with something at his waist before he moved off to where I couldn’t see him anymore.”

“That’s when she woke me up,” Candy added. “After a few seconds, I decided to wake Shalia too. Then we heard what sounded like something fall.”

“Your handheld,” I said, nodding to the object on the floor. “I jumped up and ran in here, but no one was there.”

One of the security guards gave Oses a worried look. “Commander, I’m telling you no one went in or out of here. We would have seen him.”

“Check in with surveillance,” Oses said. “See if they caught anything.”

The two security officers left the room to carry out his orders. Oses looked over the three of us and the disheveled Betra. His gaze lingered only a moment on the Imdiko before turning back to Katrina.

“You are absolutely sure you saw a man?” he asked.

She nodded curtly, as if expecting him to make fun or something.

“All right,” Oses sighed. Then he frowned at the whole lot of us. “Why are you all sleeping in the same room?”

“Because of crap like this,” shrilled Candy. “The stupid ghost won’t leave us alone, so we’re scared!”

Oses looked at me. “I’m sorry you’re being frightened. Security was in here within seconds though, so you can take comfort in the fact that you’re not in danger. We are ready to protect you at a moment's notice.” He turned to Betra. “What is your take on the matter?”

Betra shifted uncomfortably. “Well, I’d have to ask Matara Katrina if she was sure she was awake when she saw what she thinks she saw.”

Katrina said nothing. She turned on her heel and went back into the sleeping room.

Candy gave our liaison a withering look. “Nothing is ever going to convince you, is it Betra? Not even if the damned ghost got right in your face and said boo.” Then she turned and walked out too.

Oses’ com must have vibrated or something. He answered though I never heard it beep. “Weapons Commander Oses speaking.”

Someone said something in Kalquorian. Oses responded and then put his com back on his belt. “Surveillance vid shows no one has come in or gone out of this room since you three entered six hours ago,” he told me.

I shrugged. “So there it is. We’re either all crazy or liars.”

Oses said, “You’re neither, Shalia. I know better than that. Still, it is a mystery.”

Betra nodded and he looked at me apologetically. “I’m sorry I can’t buy into this idea of spirits of the dead. I believe something is going on, but not that.”

At least Betra wasn’t looking at me like I’d left my senses as he’d done before. Not with others swearing they were seeing the same things I was. It was enough for me to excuse him not becoming a believer in the supernatural.

I said, “I hope someone can figure this out soon. Being scared is getting old.”

Oses did a search of the quarters himself before he left. Betra hung around a bit longer until he discovered Candy and Katrina were in no mood to forgive him his disbelief any time soon. After I assured him we were okay, he left too.

I gave the two gals a little grief over their anger. “Betra is not trying to be an asshole,” I pointed out. “Katrina, two days ago you were saying exactly the same things as him.”

My eldest friend had to come off her high horse. “You’re right,” she sighed. “Now I know how bad I must have made you feel, Candy. I’m sorry.”

Candy gave her a hug. “Hey, you know the truth now. That’s good enough for me. Now we need to figure out what to do about our restless spirit.”

“Someone mentioned an exorcism earlier today,” I mused. “Can we give that a try?”

Candy answered by running out and fetching her handheld. Within seconds, we were researching our options.

“Holy water ... vestments ... prayers,” Candy intoned.

“Plus it needs to be done by a priest,” Katrina added. “I think we’re screwed.”

I was thinking hard about the situation. “You’re thinking about it along the lines of our old religion,” I pointed out. “That ghost had to be Kalquorian based on the size. We need to look at it from that angle.”

“Good point,” Candy agreed. “Hey, I think there is a priest from Kalquor’s Temple of Life on board. We can go talk to him.”

“Isn’t that Temple of Life thing more a philosophy than religion?” I asked.

Candy shrugged. “I’m not sure. It’s a place to start.”

We got dressed and prepared to go to an early breakfast. Just then, my portable com went off. I recognized Oses’ frequency.

“Hi,” I said. “Did you find out something about our intruder?”

“I’m afraid not,” came my favorite growly voice. “However, you’ll remember our conversation from the other day about returning to blaster training. I have time this morning if you want to work on that.”

I’d completely forgotten that I’d requested to get back into that as soon as possible. Everyone I’d started with had qualified, so the formal group classes had ended. I had to get one-on-one training to be cleared.

“I’m just heading to breakfast,” I said.

“Perfect. By the time you’re finished, I’ll be ready to spend an hour working on it.”

I shrugged helplessly at the listening Candy and Katrina. They waved at me to tell me it was okay.

“Where should I meet you?” I asked Oses.

“I’ll pick you up in the cafeteria and take you to one of the crew’s practice areas,” he said.

After I clicked off I said, “Sorry, ladies. I need to get this training in and Oses doesn’t get much free time.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Katrina said. She led the way as we left Candy’s quarters and headed down the corridor. “Candy and I will consult with the priest while you learn how to pack heat with authority.”

Thursday, December 11, 2014

April 4, later (part 5)

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 much like 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 slowly. The battle was on once more as to whether or not he could trust our Nobek friend. His steps were slow as he reluctantly went to the desk. As he approached, Oses backed away, staying out of arm’s reach. That seemed to settle Betra’s mind a little; he bent over the desk without more than a second’s hesitation.

“Shalia, I need you to go to him.” Oses smiled an evil smile at the Imdiko looking up at him from that vulnerable posture. “This boy has been very naughty. He needs a spanking.”

“Um,” I said. “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 hand more than his ass. But the hits to his pride are what truly count.”

A shudder passed through Betra’s body, but he said nothing. Even though his face was turned to Oses and away from me, I had every idea he was wearing that embarrassed/hungry look on his face. The humiliation thing was in play again.

I slowly got up and crossed over to him. Standing next to the Imdiko, I could indeed see his flushed face was filled with want. At least I wasn’t supposed to mark him. Ew. I thought I could handle swatting that gorgeous, muscled ass okay though.

“Brush that bit of hair off his face,” 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. But if it does start to hurt you, you may quit at that point.”

“Okay. Say when.”

“Go ahead.”

Betra was breathing faster and faster. I wondered how hard it was for him to deal with his conflicting desires. It must be really confusing to want to be humiliated and yet have such a controlling streak at the same time. How does a person cope with that? I supposed Betra had pretty much 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 looked like a good 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. So I let him have it.

My hand smacked satisfyingly against that pretty butt cheek. Betra didn’t jump as I’d hoped, but he twitched a little.

I hit him again, on the other cheek. This time I got no reaction at all. Well, sheesh. I pretty much 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 little child.”

I smacked Betra again. This time he moaned a tiny bit.

Oses’ gaze grew darker. “That’s right. You’re not a man. You’re just a kid, a misbehaving little runt who is getting what he deserves. And you’re going to lay there and take it, because you know what a brat you’ve been.”

I really was off the hook as far as doing Betra any actual harm. The bit of uneasiness I felt over being the actor of his punishment faded. I was just 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 like little more than a piece of the furniture. Shalia, the spanking machine. But 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.

I realized that I could be a bridge upon which these two lonely men could meet halfway. Maybe their sad unrequited love could happen after all, at least for as long as I was on the ship.

I felt a surge of responsibility to somehow make that happen. It led me to spank Betra long after my hands stung from the discipline. Finally, however, I had to call a halt to it.

“His ass must be made of steel,” I groused to Oses. I pretended my heart wasn’t filled with hope for these two, that they may somehow find a way to make their relationship work. I showed him my reddened palm.

“You’ve spanked him enough. I think he’s gotten the idea of just what a bad little boy he really is,” the Nobek said in a disgusted tone. The manner in which he spoke was for Betra’s benefit. There was nothing but adoration in his eyes for the Imdiko.

“Now what are you going to do with him?” I asked.

Oses grinned. “I’m going to have him be a nice prop for you while I fuck your lovely body. Get up on the desk, boy. Sit there and let Shalia lean back against you.”

Betra straightened and turned around. He hopped up so that he sat on the desk with his legs hanging down. His cocks stood straight up, signaling his continued enjoyment of punishment.

“Settle yourself between his legs, Shalia,” Oses invited me.

He helped me get up on the edge of the desk, taking great care as he did so to not touch Betra. I squirmed back so that my back was supported by the Imdiko’s stomach and chest. His cocks were wet heat against my spine.

“You are her support, boy,” Oses told Betra. “Our pretty girl needs to be kept comfortable while she takes my primary cock.”

“Master?” Betra’s voice was tremulous.

Oses’ look could have froze fire. I think he was displeased that Betra had spoken. “What, boy?”

“If my arms were loose, I could brace myself better. Or help see to Shalia’s pleasure.”

“I’m sure you’d enjoy that, touching her beautiful body while I fuck her.” Oses caressed my breasts with rough hands. “You want to feel her soft, round tits in your hands. Or maybe you’d like to stroke this nicely rounded belly that shows the proof of her life-giving abilities,” he continued, rubbing my stomach next.

Betra sounded choked. “Yes, Master. I’d like that very much.”

“Which is why you won’t be allowed. Be glad I allow her to recline against you and you get to watch us enjoy ourselves.” Oses eyes narrowed as he looked behind me to Betra. “This is not meant for your pleasure. If you ejaculate, I’ll fetch my strap and tear your hide off.”

I felt Betra tremble. Whether it was from eagerness, anger, or fear, I don’t know. “Yes, Master,” was all he said.

Oses turned his attention to me, pointedly ignoring Betra now. “Let’s see. My pretty mother-to-be must be loved with care. Allow me to position you for our mutual enjoyment.”

He lifted my legs in turn, placing them over Betra’s to open me up for his use. Once again, Oses took care to not touch the Imdiko. Once I was arranged, he looked at my posture critically.

“You need to be reclined a bit more, but not so far back that the baby’s weight affects your back.”

Betra obediently leaned back, taking some pressure off my hips. He took me down about six inches, cradling me against that firm chest and abdomen. I doubt it was comfortable for him, but it felt pretty good to me.

“Right there,” I said. “That’s just right.”

“Good.” Oses had been smoothing his hands up and down my torso the entire time. “You look so lovely and lush in this position. I could stare at you all day, just like this.”

“In that case, I’d better take care of matters myself,” I said archly. I put my hand on my crotch and rubbed the folds of my sex between my fingers.

I was already wet from all our earlier play, and my fingers slid easily over me. Heat spiked from my touch, especially since Oses and Betra were watching me do it. I moaned as ticklish pleasure thrilled my flesh.

“By the ancestors,” Oses breathed. He grabbed my hand and snatched it to his face. He greedily licked the juices. “But there is no need for you to play with yourself when you have me to do that.”

He leaned close, one hand braced a few inches away from mine and Betra’s splayed legs. His other hand went to my eager crotch. I jerked and cried out at his touch, moving against the Imdiko at my back. I thought I heard a whimper of want from him, but my attention was all for Oses. Oses and his thick, calloused fingers stroking my pussy.

“Pretty girl wants to be fucked,” the Nobek whispered. The rough pads of his fingertips rasped against my softer flesh. “You want it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Ask for it then. Ask me to fuck you, pretty girl.”

“Please, Oses? Please fuck me?”

At my breathless request, the weapons commander slid one of his fingers inside me. I jerked hard, my head falling back on Betra’s shoulder. Feeling that thick invader inside me set off sparks. I looked down to see the dark brown Kalquorian flesh enter me and slide back out. In again. Out. His thumb drew slow circles around my clit.

“Does that feel good, pretty girl? Do you like seeing my finger fucking your sweet pussy?”

“Yes,” I gasped. My cunt tightened around his slowly working digit, drawing hard to feel every wondrous movement he made. “It feels so good.”

“Would you like me to put in another finger? Ask nicely.”

“Please fuck me with two fingers. My pussy wants two. Pretty please?”

A second finger filled me. I cried out and arched a little. Oses’ eyes darkened as I indicated my bliss.

Behind me, Betra’s cocks were pressing hard against my spine. I rose and fell with his deep, quick breaths. I briefly wondered how awful this was for him, ignored and used as a piece of furniture while Oses and I played. He was tense against my back, and I thought he trembled a little.

His torment couldn’t hold my attention for long. Oses was playing with me now, and my consciousness centered on him.

“Look at how your pussy takes my fingers, Shalia. Look how wet and hungry it is. Oh, here’s that beautiful clit, coming out of its hood for me. Hello, lovely little clit. I’m so glad you came out to play.”

His thumb brushed lightly over the reddening pearl of flesh that had indeed emerged. I yelled out as pure delight shot an arrow between my legs. My fingernails bit into Betra’s thighs, which I hung onto as if for dear life. He moaned but did not protest the abuse.

Oses’ eyes flicked up to look at Betra for a moment. “You do not climax, boy. I will wear the hide right off your ass with my strap if you do.”

I felt Betra shudder. “Yes, Master.”

Oses’ attention returned to me. “Now where was I? Oh yes, this gorgeous pussy and clit.”

His fingers continued their work, fucking and teasing me. My whole body flushed with excitement. Trickles of pleasure had become a cascade of nonstop elation. The tension in my gut was building.

“I’m going to come,” I panted.

“Yes.” Oses’ grin was pure evil. “You certainly are.”

He stroked up and down my clit while pounding inside me with a third finger added. My belly wound up tight and I felt control fraying. I writhed helplessly against Betra as cataclysm edged nearer ... nearer...

Then it was on me, exploding starlight bright, igniting me from head to toe. I jerked and heaved all over the place as Oses urged me to a second orgasm. My ass thumped a staccato beat against the desk top with the third.

Finally that brutal Nobek let up, allowing me to lay limp against the gasping Betra. The Imdiko’s groans were almost as loud as mine. Oses skewered him with a severe look.

“Did you?”

“No, Master. But – please—”

“I said no, boy. Sit there and shut up while I fuck Shalia.”

Oses pulled the crotch of his uniform open, and his cocks tumbled out like eager puppies ready to play. Aw hell. I was done in already.

Fortunately, the weapons commander didn’t seem to need me to do anything but open wide. Since I was already in that position, we were good.

Oses kept his secondary prick lifted out of the way as he stuffed my pussy full of the larger cock. Since he hadn’t prepared me, he was giving the tighter entrance a miss this time. He went back to tormenting Betra again, giving the trembling Imdiko a cruel smile.

“You know how good this feels. Sweet, tight, warm Shalia all around my cock. Nice and wet too. No, don’t close your eyes, boy. Watch me feed this delicious pussy my prick. Look at how she’s taking me. It looks good, doesn’t it?”

Betra was gasping again. I felt how hard and ready he was against my spine. Oses was putting that poor man through hell. The Nobek rutted against me, yet he held back the greatest of his strength so I wouldn’t be harmed.

“So hot and soft inside. I’m going to come soon, boy. It feels like a knot between my cocks. Like boiling oil filling the secondary. Yeah, it’s getting ready to go. I can feel it. Going into ... into my front ... cock ... hot ... fuck ... here ... I ... come ... fuck!”

Oses’ cock jerked inside me as he erupted. Darn if I didn’t go with him. At least it was a more gentle orgasm than the ones that had preceded it. I was wrung out enough without have climax stampede like a herd of cattle this time.

Oses groaned and shuddered as he released. After a few moments he sighed.

“By the ancestors, that was good. Are you all right, Shalia?”

“Hand me a bucket of stim tabs, and I’ll let you know.”

He laughed and disengaged with care. Then he plucked me from the desk top and settled me on the nearby chair. As Oses tucked himself back into his uniform, he eyed Betra speculatively.

Betra sat on the desk, looking at me with desperate want. His cocks were swollen fit to burst and had turned an almost angry purplish color. His cheeks were wet with tears. His erections must have been hurting horribly.

There was no trace of sympathy on Oses’ face. “Well Shalia, I’m not sure what I should do with this boy. If I’m to be serious about punishing him, I should send him on his way like this.”

Betra’s agony was a bit much for me to take. “Or you could let him take care of himself for our ... entertainment.” Not so much my entertainment. The humiliation angle had its moments, but now that I was a satisfied Shalia, I wasn’t finding it quite as titillating.

And I really did hate seeing Betra that miserable. My pique with him for discounting my fears was more than gone by now.

“I suppose I can be lenient this once.” Oses removed the cuffs from Betra’s wrists and pointed at the floor. “On your knees, boy.”

Betra slid from the desk to the floor. Oses went into his desk and found a small cloth, which he flung at the Imdiko. “Jerk yourself to climax and make it quick. I’ve got work to do. And don’t make a mess or you’ll spend your day on your hands and knees scrubbing my floor.”

We watched as Betra grasped his main prick with one hand and held the cloth to catch his eruption. It took him only seconds to achieve climax, and he screamed when he did. I saw how Oses licked his lips when it happened.

The weapons commander made Betra get dressed and leave almost immediately, giving him hardly any time to recover. My liaison staggered out the door, looking much the worse for wear.

Oses turned to me after Betra left, a soft smile on his features. “Well, it’s not quite how I imagined having the two of you at once, but it’s more than I had any right to hope for. Thank you for helping that happen, Shalia.”

“Let me know if you decide to build on what we started today,” I told him. I winced as I made my rubbery legs stand and walk towards the door. “Just make sure the next phase doesn’t happen for another day or two.”

He laughed and agreed. We’re a rather confused bunch, I suppose. I wonder how this will affect Oses and Betra’s relationship from now on.