Thursday, March 28, 2013
Well, so much for the under-control libido. Damned Kalquorians. Their very presence seems to be an aphrodisiac.
The meeting portion with Nang went well. He had a bunch of people waiting around to see him outside his office, but when I walked in and he noticed I was there, he sent them all away. Then he ushered me in and shut the door.
I did my speech for him, playing my vids in the appropriate places. Overall he thought I’d nailed it. Good to know I’m nowhere near rusty when it comes to putting together a production. We ironed out some terms he thought Kalquorians might find confusing. He also gave me a few pointers on how to present myself to gain the empathy of Nobeks. He says they're the ones who tend to scare Earthers the most. Considering the intimidation I felt from last night’s bodyguard, I knew exactly what he was talking about. I told him about Big Scary, and Nang had a good laugh. He said the guy probably overdid it in an effort to show me no one was going to get past him.
“This is exactly the issue I’m talking about fixing,” Nang said, sobering a bit. “What was meant to comfort and make you feel secure had the opposite effect.”
“I was afraid to even look at him,” I admitted. “I thought he might bash my head in if I accidentally frowned or stared too long.”
Nang shook his head. “What a mess. Do you have that list of equipment needed to vid record your entire presentation? Several sites have asked for copies to present to their people.”
I gave him my list. “I’m nervous about getting in front of so many people. I’ve always wanted to do broadcasting and be in front of the cameras, but this live thing has me sweating.”
He smiled at me. Nang looks as fierce as a Nobek sometimes when he’s all commander-ish, but when he softens up, he’s drool-worthy. “You’ll do wonderfully. I know you will. I’ll be right there to support you all the way.”
We next went to work on the presentation he wants to make to the Earther refugees who have come here. That was about an hour’s worth of brainstorming and getting major points hashed out. Instead of hanging out over his desk, he set up his computer at the little conversation area he has across the room. We sat at a low table on the biggest pillows I’d ever seen...more like super-soft cushions, in fact. Pretty comfy. We sat there next to each other, our heads bent over his computer. We must have had five different vids up at one time with major issues listed, the Galactic Council’s mandate, the terms set forth by Kalquor’s Imperial Clan and Royal Council on clanning Earther women, and even a top secret message from the Holy Leader himself detailing the reason he would not disarm the explosives beneath the cities. That little missive was directed to the members of his cabinet, including one Michael Durham. It made something in me ill to see Mike’s name right there in black and white. I’m not sure if it’s because of the hell he put me through or because he’s dead. Probably both. Can you say ‘mixed emotions’? One moment I’m thinking of justice being served, the next I’m feeling guilt because Mike had not supported what led to Armageddon.
After we got some of that squared away, Nang kind of lowered the boom on me. “Why don’t we schedule your presentation two days from now? We’ll make it for the evening, about an hour after the day shift has ended. I’ll delay the evening shift so the majority of my men can attend.”
“Two days?” My heart started pounding.
“You’ve got everything ready from your end. I see no reason why we can’t have the recording equipment and auditorium ready by then.”
“Yeah. I suppose you’re right.” I tried to sound a lot more confident then I felt.
The next thing I knew, Nang picked me up and put me in his lap. He hugged me close. “You will be magnificent, Shalia. I don’t doubt it for a moment.”
Oh heck. Here I was in a compromising position. Again. Vulnerable to a sexy Kalquorian. Again. And there is just something about Nang’s uber-confident personality that knocks me for a loop every time.
I have no sense where he’s concerned. But at least I didn’t have to feel guilty about Dusa and Esak. They’d made that pretty clear. No clanship, no ties.
Still, they were very much on my mind after a moment of being kissed by Nang. Okay, maybe after more than a moment. Like, a couple of minutes. I caught myself comparing Nang to Dusa again, who’d been pretty commanding at our last encounter. I thought perhaps Dusa was coming into his own as a Dramok, though I truthfully don’t know enough about the Kalquorian way of doing things to say for sure. Esak wasn’t lacking in the confidence department either.
Realizing that pair was way too much on my mind for me to entertain another man, I pushed against Nang’s chest to make him break the kiss. “I don’t think this is such a good idea, Nang.”
He grinned, clearly thinking the challenge would be more fun than a real hindrance. “I think it’s a very good idea.”
“Okay, you’re pretty darned hot and all, but the truth is, I’m seeing someone. A couple of someones. A Dramok and his Nobek.”
Nang arched an eyebrow. “Let me guess ... Dusa and Esak?”
I was a little relieved I didn’t have to explain everything. I was also plenty chagrined that my affair with the pair was well enough known that it had reached all the way to the site commander’s ears. “Right. Earthers are a monogamous species. Of course I realize being with two Kalquorians isn’t real monogamy, but they are kind of a unit, being clanmates and all. So it’s kind of weird to be sitting here, kissing you. It doesn’t feel very -- ethical.”
He considered me for a moment. Then he stood, cradling me in his arms. He started walking across his office, towards his desk, talking as he went. “Let me explain this to you, Shalia. Dusa and Esak have no expectations of your monogamy as they do not have an Imdiko clanned yet. Only a full and well-established clan can claim a Matara for their own.”
He sat me on his desk. I looked up into his rugged face, thinking how easy it would be to go back to kissing him. “I understand that. I’m still not comfortable with what feels like playing behind their backs.” My cheeks heated as I added what I thought would convince him more than anything else. “Plus I’m sore from being with them last night.”
Nang looked at me for several seconds. Finally he asked, “Are you attracted to me, Shalia?”
I couldn’t help myself. I looked him up and down, noting all that masculinity well displayed in his skintight formsuit. I sighed. “I’d have to be blind and insane not to be.”
That earned me a laugh. “Part of my job here is not just to save as many of your people as I can. I’m also supposed to attract as many fertile Mataras to Kalquor as possible, without forceful coercion.” Nang’s voice dropped until it was rumbling through my bones. “You need to know there are many Kalquorian men who can satisfy your needs. You’ve had a taste of the younglings. It’s time you knew the experienced touch of a man with rank and maturity. I would be remiss in my duty if I neglected educating you on that.”
“Oh,” was all I could think to say. Nang made a very persuasive argument.
“You want me to do my job to the fullest of my ability, don't you?”
Ha. I wanted him to do me to the fullest of his abilities. But I did make one last admittedly half-hearted attempt to pretend virtue. “I’m still sore. I don’t think I’m up to sex. Seriously, Nang. I don’t think I’ll enjoy it.”
He laughed, but there was something dangerous in the sound. “A real man doesn’t have to put his cocks in a woman to satisfy her needs.” He inhaled sharply. “You are in need, lovely Shalia. I can smell it, and I cannot allow you to leave my office in such a state.”
Nang was right in that I was aroused. My panties were soaked. Damn, that man could probably have talked the Holy Leader into skipping church. I’d never known anyone that could get me going just from a look and the sound of his voice.
So when Nang pressed me back to lie on his desk, I went down way too easy. I made no effort to stop him as he unbuttoned my blouse, spread it open, and eased my bra up over my breasts. Then he pushed my skirt up to bunch at my waist. He eased my panties down, pulling them past my slippered feet. His eyes darkened as he displayed my sex to his gaze.
“You are such a beauty,” he breathed. “It is my very great honor to care for you.”
He stood between my legs, his thick thighs opening me. His gaze crawled up my exposed body until his eyes met mine.
“I am going to cover your mouth with my hand, Shalia,” Nang said. “I will pleasure you to the point that you cannot be quiet, and there may be someone outside the door.”
My eyes widened at his words. What was he going to do to me that would make me react like that? Without actual sex involved?
Nang’s huge hand went over my mouth. “Relax,” he whispered. His other hand cupped my pussy. I moaned to feel his heated touch there.
His fingers stroked the soft petals of my womanhood, bringing more gushing moisture to already soaked flesh. I couldn’t help but roll my hips up, encouraging him to do more.
“Easy, little one. Surrender to me. I’ll take care of you.”
Nang explored every nook and cranny of my nether flesh, his touch alternating between tender and demanding. Curls of pleasure twined through my pussy, bringing whimpers. With both hands I clutched the wrist of the hand that muzzled me, needing something to hold onto as my insides melted.
The whole time Nang stared into my face, his gaze avid as he catalogued my every reaction. Occasionally he murmured, “That’s my girl,” or “Good, Shalia, good,” when I cried out or dug my nails into his arm.
Blissful need washed through me, pulsing slow and warm through my loins. But I wanted more. As if sensing my growing desire, Nang stepped up his seduction. I groaned and arched as he inserted a thick finger into me. He stroked in and out, fucking me nice and slow.
His thumb brushed so very lightly over the tip of my clit. My senses galvanized at the sudden splash of sensation. I jerked, my feet kicking so hard that one of my slippers flew across the room. Massive arousal interrupted the sweet, easy ride I’d enjoyed up until now.
I wriggled almost desperately, trying to get Nang to touch my clit again. “Easy, little one,” he whispered. “Ease down. We’ll get there. Trust me and give yourself over.”
He continued the leisurely fingerfuck, and I gradually went back to a nice simmer. Then Nang added a second finger. I was more full but not enough that it aggravated the ache from last night’s activities. I hummed happily, enjoying the thorough attention I was getting.
Nang brushed my clit again, and I tried to fly off the desk. The bolt of erotic elation had me thumping my ass against its surface.
I wailed against the warm palm when Nang didn’t repeat the gorgeous stroke. I could have climaxed with only a few seconds of that touch, and need was brutalizing me.
“I know,” he soothed. “I’m being cruel, aren’t I? Just relax, Shalia. I promise you’ll have all the pleasure you deserve.”
I whimpered and reluctantly acquiesced, letting him lull me back to that low, gentle boil of arousal. I floated on the surface of it, my pulse slowing.
Nang’s fingertips pressed on my interior hot spot and rubbed. Explosive heat filled me. The next instant, he stroked my clit. A dagger of ecstasy stabbed my pussy. I kicked my other slipper off. It shot up to the ceiling and bounced back down.
“Nang!” I tried to scream, but his palm had my lips sealed shut. He went back to sliding his fingers in and out of me.
I wasn’t having it. The surge of blatant need wasn’t going away this time. I writhed and grabbed at the hand torturing my pussy. Nang immediately stilled and gave me a stern look.
“Shalia, do I need to tie you down? Because I will if you don’t lie quiet for me.”
I had a jolt remembering how helpless I’d been bound by Dusa and Esak. I wasn’t ready to do that again, not quite yet. Not with Nang, who was infinitely more threatening than the younger men I’d been with. I made myself stop fighting and went back to holding the wrist attached to the hand on my mouth. Tears of want slid from the corners of my eyes.
“Hush, sweet one. Be very good for me, and I’ll let you climax.”
I couldn’t help the tremors running all through my body. This time my body refused to settle back down. My pussy grasped at Nang’s fingers, trying to suck them in faster and harder. It seemed every inch of me below the waist and above my thighs pounded with the demand to be brought to culmination. Nang’s deliberate, lingering strokes in and out weren’t doing a damned thing to soothe my need or quiet the clamoring.
I whined and put every bit of plea into my eyes I could. I was getting desperate for him to finish me off.
Nang smiled at me. “All right, Shalia. It’s time.”
His fingers curled inside me, finding that magic place that made every hair on my body stand straight up. His thumb rubbed slow circles over my clit.
My body felt as if it opened wide, making room for the cataclysm barreling down on me. Elation shot through me like a ball through a cannon. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t recite my A-B-Cs. It was as if thunder had become trapped inside and rumbled violently to get back out.
I tumbled down from that incredible high only to be tossed straight back up again. I was dimly aware that Nang was still working my clit and joy spot. Then all I knew was vicious pleasure, the kind that bites and tears without mercy. I’m sure I was screaming beneath Nang’s palm, but I never heard it. All I knew was the howling roar in my ears and the earthquake in my guts.
Another descent, this time further down than before. I had an instant where I could think clearly, where I was trying to yell at Nang to stop, for God’s sake stop before he killed me, but I couldn’t talk past his hand and he was forcing my overwrought body to orgasm again. And again. And again.
I think I went off half a dozen times at least before he finally let me stop. When he took his hands from my pussy at last, I lay like a forgotten rag doll on his desk, sobbing and shaking and still spasming. Fuck. Maybe there can be too much of a good thing. He’d not made me any more sore than when I’d walked into his office, but deep inside I felt absolutely gutted.
Nang uncovered my mouth and leaned over to press a gentle kiss to my lips. “Now you have been properly satisfied,” he said with no small measure of pride.
He picked me up and went back to the cushion where he’d sat as we’d worked on our presentations. He cuddled me in his arms, keeping me warm ... keeping me in one piece ... as I calmed. Because I seriously felt like I was ready to shake apart. Those climaxes had been monumental, beyond anything I could have ever conceived of. I didn’t know such pleasure could exist. I wondered if he’d kept at me if I could have gone insane from it.
After a little of my shockiness had passed, I said, “That couldn’t have done much for you.”
He rumbled laughter. “It actually did. It’s a good thing I have a spare formsuit in the closet.”
“Oh.” Well, for heaven’s sake. I was glad he got something out of it after making sure I had gotten my cookie. Make that a jar full of cookies.
It took a half hour before I could stand on my own two feet again. Nang made sure my clothes were on right, if a bit wrinkled. He also found my shoes and put them on my feet. It was like Prince Charming giving Cinderella her glass slipper. A little. Sort of. No, not really.
He also arranged for my dinner to be delivered to the dorm room. Nice guy to understand I was not going to be fit for public consumption tonight. I’ll tell you what else; as soon as Mom is in bed, I’m going to sleep too. I have no doubt in my mind I will rest very well tonight.
Monday, March 25, 2013
I’ve just finished putting the finishing touches on my presentation “The Proper Way to Approach Earther Females”. A huge boon was the last-minute addition of my propaganda films, “The Evils of Kalquorians” and “Punishment of a Whore”, both of which Nang dug up from the media archives here on base. Those were the two pieces of shit vids I won awards for. It was kind of embarrassing for the commander to have seen the lies I spread all over the planet on behalf of my government.
Having watched and squirmed all the way through them, I have to admit they will go a long way towards informing the rescuers exactly what they are up against. It shows exactly how we were brainwashed into mindlessly hating Kalquorians. Not to mention our sheer terror of being in compromising situations with men in general. After being reminded of my way-too well-argued points on how the aliens were demonic emissaries devoted to destroying us, I’m a little more understanding towards the attitudes I’m getting from my fellow Earthers. It’s no wonder they view me with such anger and hatred. I really must seem like a whoring traitor to the casual observer. That’s not to say I’m still not going to go full-on crazy bitch if they threaten me or Mom. But I can kind of get where they’re coming from.
I am feeling way guilty for the fear my work has inspired. Who knows how many might perish because they are too afraid to approach the Kalquorian rescue teams? And it’s all because I was the mouthpiece that said stay away. Maybe the penance of making this presentation will make up for the evil I’ve done. I certainly hope so, though I know there will be plenty of people the Kalquorians won’t be able to reach even armed with better knowledge. Some Earthers will never be convinced the alien race wants to help us survive unless it’s to breed.
Well, I’m off to see Commander Nang to wrap this puppy up. Final spin and polish, and it will be ready to show to the others. One thing that I don’t think I’ll have to be worried about is my libido. I’m still sore from last night, and I do not want a double-dicking at all. Nang better be ready to be turned away if he starts any of his seduction nonsense. I can barely sit straight right now. Not that I’m complaining. Today’s sensitive butt was well worth last night’s pleasure.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
So, last night was good. Mom gave Esak his cap and he put it on right away. No trace of reluctance whatsoever, even though it was a prissy shade of lilac and hot as the blazes. Even at night, it feels like warm bathwater around here. Nevertheless, Esak wore his knitted cap like it was the most natural thing in the world and thanked Mom profusely for looking out for his welfare.
Mom said, “Don’t worry, Dusa, I haven’t forgotten about you. I want to do something extra special since you got me the yarn. It might take a little while though. That Commander Nang has such a big head, and I promised him a scarf too. Yours will be next though!”
Dusa bowed his head with a smile. “You are too kind, Matara Eve.”
Dinner was relaxed. I took the opportunity to ask about Dusa and Esak’s -- courtship? I guess that’s what you’d call it. I asked, “So when you two were thinking about clanning, did you hang out together exclusively? I take it you weren’t as, um, friendly with other Nobeks, Dusa.”
Yep, I was digging for information. I needed to know whether or not to remain exclusive with these two for as long as we found each other so enticing.
Dusa looked at Esak, who grinned slyly. “Actually, I was spending a lot of time with another Nobek when Esak and I met. I saw them both simultaneously for a little while.”
I nodded. “So it was no big deal.”
Dusa shrugged. “I wasn’t clanned, so I was free to explore my options. A few weeks later the other Nobek started avoiding me, so I decided he was no longer interested. I later found out Esak had gotten him into a rather precarious position and told him he could step away or get badly hurt.”
I arched an eyebrow at Esak. “A precarious position?”
He grinned like a wolf. “One should be very careful leaning over a balcony that’s a hundred feet in the air.”
“Leaning?” Dusa snorted. “Esak dangled him by his ankles.”
“I knew who was meant to be my Dramok,” the Nobek said, not ashamed in the least. “Your other suitor needed some persuasion to understand the truth of the situation.”
Wow. I didn’t know whether to be impressed or horrified with Esak’s possessive tactics.
Dusa laughed. “We are a good fit. Now we need an Imdiko.”
“I like that Weln. I think he likes us too.”
“Oh, he takes care of Mom during the mornings and early afternoons,” I said. “He’s a sweetheart.”
Dusa glanced at me. “You like him, Shalia?”
“He’s wonderful. You should definitely ... um ... talk to him.” Good heavens, I couldn’t say ‘date’. They were all men, and though I had a suspicion that ‘date’ was the correct term, it was still too taboo for me to say.
Dusa nodded. “I have spoken to him a couple of times.” He glanced at Esak. “We’ll arrange to spend some time with him, if he’s interested.”
Esak smirked. “Actually, I already have and he is. You’ll like him. A lot.”
Dusa’s eyes narrowed. “Nobek, you and I are going to have a talk later.”
Esak’s smile disappeared. “Yes, my Dramok.”
That closed the conversation down. I kind of had what I needed to know anyway, so that was fine. I hoped Esak hadn’t gotten himself in too much trouble with Dusa. It was interesting to see how steely the Dramok got with his fierce-looking clanmate, and how quick Esak was to bow to his command.
This is weird, I know, but it kind of got me hot to see how firm Dusa could be.
So I was pretty ready for alone time after Mom was settled for the night. There was a bit of awkwardness for me as we went from my dorm to Dusa and Esak’s. Remember, I have a bodyguard. This fellow manning the night shift was older than my pair and very scary looking. He had a look that if any of my detractors came along, they’d probably run screaming the instant he stared at them. I didn’t ask his name. I didn’t want that vicious glare aimed at me.
It was with a lot of embarrassment and not a little relief to close the door, leaving Big Scary outside to keep an eye on things. No doubt he knew exactly what I was up to with the two men, who kind of swaggered all the way to their dorm. I guess scoring an Earther girl for a few hours is a matter of pride for the Kalquorians. I made a vow to keep as quiet as possible during our tryst.
That’s hard to do when you’re being tied down. Yes, tied down. The instant everyone was naked, Dusa and Esak put me on all fours on the floor. Then they did that freaky ‘moving so fast they’re blurs’ thing. My ankles were suddenly flex-tied to the legs of the room’s desk, and I was on my elbows because my wrists were bound together and tied to one of the bed’s supports. I never had time to protest. I looked up at my captors, my eyes and mouth wide open in shock.
“She looks good with her ass in the air,” Esak observed.
“Very good,” Dusa agreed. He stood over me with a not-so-nice grin that made my heart flutter and my pussy drool.
“Hey ... guys?” I said, not wanting to sound too scared. “Um, this wasn’t what I expected for fun and games tonight.”
“No?” Dusa got down on the floor to lie on his back next to me. His cocks pointed at the ceiling while he reached beneath me to tweak first one nipple, then the other. Electric zingy things fired down from his touch to my clit. “Maybe we wanted to surprise you.”
“Count me surprised,” I laughed weakly. “Can we do this without the bondage?”
Esak kneeled on the opposite side. His big, warm hand rubbed over my butt. “But it makes you helpless for us. You can’t get away.”
“Yeah, well it’s actually kinda freaking me out.” Panic was starting to edge into my voice.
“And exciting you.” Esak’s hand moved down to stroke my open cleft. His fingers found me soaking wet, and I couldn’t help but push into his caressing fingers.
“Does being afraid arouse you, Shalia?” Dusa’s voice was deceptively quiet.
I stared at him. I didn’t know how to answer. My pulse was drumming fast, and I really felt my vulnerability. I thought they would probably untie me if I insisted, but there was that nagging doubt in my head that said they might not. I was bound and completely at their mercy. They could take me without any trouble at all. I looked at Dusa’s cocks, huge and swollen and ready to get inside me.
I was afraid. I was also incredibly turned on. More than ever, I thought of how messed up my head was, and my body even more so as it continued to gush need over Esak’s stroking fingers.
“I’ve lost my mind,” I groaned.
Dusa only grinned. “I have mastered you before. You seem to enjoy having a strong man take care of your needs, even when you’re a bit nervous. Especially when you’re nervous.” He tugged on one nipple, his grasp firm enough that I felt the slightest sliver of pain. I shuddered and watched him, like a trapped fly might watch an approaching spider.
Esak slid a finger into my pussy. I moaned and couldn’t help but move against him, taking him as deep as my imprisoned body would allow. He worked in and out of me, fucking me with first the one, and then two fingers.
Dusa went to the other breast and tugged on that one too, watching me carefully as I bit my lip against the bit of sting. “You said you trusted me. I want to find out how much.”
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. Stared into Dusa’s eyes. And said, “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. 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 was obeying him without hesitation. Breath sobbed in and out. 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. And the headiness of being under his and Esak’s control. It was making 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 was slowly piecing together my memory of Kalquorian anatomy.
“Um, Du -- I mean, Dramok?”
“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. And I wasn’t hurting as he pushed further in. I was getting 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 was traveling 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 was tied up, 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 was hitting that spot over and over, grunting like an animal. Rubbing 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 was heading 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 was nearly to 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 was spilling 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 was 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.”
Now I was struggling 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 battle 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 was holding on by only the thinnest of threads now, the persistent drugging delight of both intoxicant and sex dragging to desperate release.
“Who do you come for, Shalia?”
“I come for you, Dramok.” I was sobbing. It hurt to hold out, and even Esak’s bite couldn’t subvert that pain.
“Who masters you, Shalia?”
“You, Dramok. Please. Please.”
“Will you come if I don’t allow it?”
I screamed at the cruel question. I had to come, I just had to.
“Answer me, Shalia. Will you come if I say no?”
I wanted to curse him. I wanted to scream my defiance. What I said was, “No, Dramok. If you say no, I will not come. Please...”
I shook and shuddered as I made myself obey him. His fingers stroked through my hair, comforting me even as he drove against me.
“Come for me, my little pretty.”
Orgasm rolled hugely through me, bursting me at the seams. I fell into it, letting it take me from Dusa’s cruel torment. I rode the waves of agonizing bliss for an eternity, equally tortured and jubilant.
I may have lost consciousness. I’m not sure. When I regained my senses, I’d been untied and I lay blissfully between the warm bodies of my lovers. The men stroked and kissed me, murmuring soft words in their own language.
I can’t explain why I felt complete as I drifted there. But somehow being there with Dusa and Esak, floating in the post-climax fog, I was whole. I wish I could always feel that way. I wish I didn’t have to return to the real world with all its trials and anger. I guess I should simply be grateful I had those few moments and treasure them forever.
They've just brought me back to my room. Mom's still out like a light. And now I’ll go to bed and sleep for the few hours left of the night. Tomorrow will be another busy one, and I need to rest.