Thursday, August 29, 2013

November 14

I was on my way to see Nang this morning when I ran into Matt King.  He was out strolling around Academy grounds, like he didn’t have a care in the world.  Well, it has been quiet for a few days.  A lot of the lockdown restrictions have been lifted.  Non-security personnel are simply told to stay out of sight of the perimeter fence.  That suits me just fine.  I’m in no hurry to get shot at again.

That kind of makes me wonder how Matt feels that he came so close to coming under attack like Candy, me, and my bodyguard did.  He must have heard the ruckus since he couldn’t have gotten very far when the bastards outside opened fire.  I bet there was a ceremonial changing of the shorts as soon as he got to his quarters.

As always, he seemed happy to see me.  That’s a politician for you; if he knows what he’s doing, he can make you feel like his very best friend.  Don’t get me wrong – I like Matt.  He’s a good guy.  But I have a well-honed edge of cynicism that even the most hale-and-well-met fellow can’t assuage. 

“Hi Shalia!”  His smile could have beamed the dark side of the moon bright.  “You look wonderful today.  It’s nice to have things quiet for a change, huh?”

“We’re overdue,” I agreed, stopping to chat. 

I didn’t want Matt walking with me to Nang’s office.  He might be understanding of a professional relationship, but the fewer that know I’m banging the big guy, the better.  There’s a reason I still have a bodyguard lurking nearby.  My escort this morning kept several feet back so that he didn’t intrude while keeping an eye on me.  Half the time, I don’t even realize the Nobeks are there anymore.

“You won’t have to worry with this place much longer, I hear.  The word is that the transport to Kalquor will be arriving in less than two weeks,” Matt said.

“Really?”  I counted in my head and realized he was right.  I’d lost all sense of time with everything that’s been going on.

“You are still going there, right?”

“Of course.  Mom needs to get medical care as fast as possible, and Kalquor is considered the best.”  Dad’s grim outlook if she didn’t get their help was still preying on my mind.

“Indeed they are.  I’m still three or four weeks away from heading to Mercy Colony myself.  I was going to New Bethlehem, but they’ve banned all new colonists from that place.  Something’s up out there, but no one will say what the problem is.”

Of the farming colonies, New Bethlehem is one of the most ambitious.  I was surprised to hear they’d cut off new residents, especially in the wake of Armageddon. 

“Mercy is supposed to be pretty nice,” I said.  Mercy Colony is also very traditional when it comes to keeping to our former state-sponsored religion.  No way I was setting foot in that place.

“I’m looking forward to a new start,” Matt said.  His look became concerned.  “I’m a little worried for you and the others going to Kalquor, however.  My understanding is the same transport will be taking our incorrigibles to Galactic Council space to be arraigned and tried for their various crimes.  I wonder how safe you’ll be on the same ship?”

“Hmm.  I didn’t realized they’d be along for the ride.”  The people who had kidnapped Mom were among those detained by the Kalquorians.  I’d wondered off and on, with more meanness than I really care to admit, how the Pageant Trio were doing under lock, key, and Kalquorian guard.  I really have no sympathy for those bitches.  I’d like to see their heads shaved and them forced to wear burlap sacks for the rest of their lives.

Yeah, I’m petty.

“You should really check into that,” Matt advised.  “Since your mother was already targeted, you don’t want to take chances.”

“You’re right,” I agreed.  I’m pretty sure the Kalquorians will keep the malcontents locked up tight, but Mom is my responsibility.  I would be remiss in not making myself informed as to all the details so I can guarantee her safety.

Matt and I parted company, him strolling along, whistling and looking up as the breeze rustled through the pine needles over our heads.  I hurried a little, knowing Nang was waiting for me.  Who knows what he’d do to me if I was late for our little ‘meeting’?

I wasn’t late, but he put me through my paces in the most delightful, rough ways.  The bastard tied me down on his desk and then surprised me with a vibrating dildo.  He did things and put it in places I don’t want to write down, making me beg him to let me come until I was hoarse.  Every time I got close to getting off, he took it away.  By the time he finally tossed it aside and took me, I was hurting from the need to orgasm.  Damn, I hated it but I loved it too.  He finally let me climax.  Afterward, I called him every name in the book.  He just laughed.

I’m beginning to accept the fact that I’m something of a kinky freak who wants my sex weird.  I don’t know if I would enjoy normal sex anymore after screwing all these dominating Kalquorians.  Oh well, there are worse things to be, I suppose.  I’ve never killed anyone at least.  That’s got to count for something.

After I’d dressed him down to my satisfaction, I asked Nang about the violent Earthers being taken to the Galactic Council of Planets for evaluation.  I worried out loud about the security measures that would keep them from those of us going to Kalquor.

“Oh no, they aren’t going to be on the same transport as you and Eve,” he assured as he untied me and helped me dress my wobbly body.  “You’ll be on one of the Empire’s transports, while the violators will be on one owned by the Galactic Council.  That bunch will be picked up in four days.”

“Great,” I said, rubbing the reddish cord marks on my wrists.  Nang didn’t tie them too tight; I just strained awfully hard against them.  I’m glad it’s cold enough to wear long sleeves so no one sees.  I should show the marks to Candy before they go away though.  She’ll go nuts to see evidence of me being tied down.

“By the ancestors, Shalia, look at your arms!  Why did you fight so hard?”  Nang fussed over the welts, putting a cream on them to ease the swelling and pinkness.

“I’m sure it has nothing to do with you tormenting me by withholding orgasm,” I remarked in a dry tone.  “You really are a vicious bastard, Nang.”

Instead of laughing like I thought he would, Nang surprised me with a gentle kiss.  It felt kind of weird since just minutes before he was being so demanding and ruthless as he fucked me silly.  Now he caressed me like I was a fragile china doll.

He whispered, “You know, you don’t have to leave on the next transport.  You could stay here with me and leave Earth when I do.  It would be nice to travel together to Kalquor, wouldn’t it?”

My throat closed to see his hopeful, wanting expression.  Damn, I’d already lost so much.  I really wished that staying with him was an option, even with all the violence around us.  Having him escort me to Kalquor, where I really have no idea of what to expect, would be something of a relief as well.  I’m so tired of not knowing what’s coming next.  Having an anchor to latch onto was so very tempting.

Tempting, but not enough to think twice about what I had to do.

“Thank you, Nang,” I said, after returning his very sweet kiss.  “I might have considered it, but I have to get Mom to Kalquor as soon as possible.  I can’t wait one second longer than absolutely necessary to make sure she’s taken care of.”

I didn’t add that if sticking around had been an option, I’d leave with Dusa’s clan instead of Nang.  Why be a bitch if I didn’t have to?

Disappointment darkened Nang’s expression, but he nodded.  “Of course.  Forgive me for not thinking of Matara Eve’s needs.”  He gave me a rueful smile.  “It’s just that you have made me a very happy man these last few days, and I hate the idea of giving you up.  It makes me forget everything else.”

I smiled up at him.  “We’ll just have to enjoy what we have now.”

So I’m almost back to where I was with Dusa and Esak:  involved in a relationship while knowing it’s going to end soon.  The big difference is that I’m not in love with Nang.  Sure, he means a lot to me as a person.  I do like the big guy, even if the words ‘jerk’ and ‘bastard’ come up a lot when I talk about him.  He’s hot and delicious, and he values my thoughts.  That means a lot.

Still, I think I’ll miss Weln even more.  Yes, I’m still sleeping with Dusa’s Imdiko as well as getting crazy with Nang.  Sue me.  I like sex, and Nang and Weln are very different men.  Weln is a sweetheart, always looking out for me and fussing over my welfare.  I know he’d mean as much to me as Dusa and Esak if we had the time and ability to remain together.  Plus, Weln is my last link to the other two.  When we make love and I fall asleep in his arms, I can almost feel my favorite Dramok and Nobek there with us.

Okay, so I’m behaving like a tramp.  Maybe that’s exactly what I am.  I just can’t figure out how to get along right now without  keeping both Nang and Weln nearby.  Sex actually has little to do with it, when you get down to it.  I need them, damn it.  I just do.

Monday, August 26, 2013

November 13




I just got off the vid with Dusa and Esak.  I’m doing a lot of sniffling right now.  It’s really over between us.  I have to accept it.  But damn, this is hard.  Seeing them right in front of me, so big and gorgeous and not being able to touch them – it was so awful.  Almost as awful as being set free.

We didn’t fight; actually the complete opposite happened.  More than ever, I know how much they care for me.

Dusa started right off by saying, “You look beautiful, Shalia.  I don’t know whether I’m happy or heartbroken to see you.  We miss you so much.”

That got the waterworks started right away.  I smiled as best I could even with my eyes leaking.  “I miss you too.  You have no idea how bad I wish you were here.  How’s the head, Esak?”

He bent a little so I could see his still visible scars under the bit of hair that had grown.  “It is earning much respect from the other Nobeks who have seen me.  I will be cleared to work again in a few days, so I will have plenty of time to show them my strength and honor before my hair covers these.”  He straightened and his expression turned grim.  “I am not happy I wasn’t there to protect you from those who shot at you, Shalia.  If I had been with you, you would have never gotten so close to the fence.”

I shrugged.  “My bodyguard put himself between me and Candy and the blaster fire.  I wasn’t in much danger at all.”  Bullshit, but I didn’t want Esak to worry.

Dusa also turned serious.  “Shalia, I’ve spoken to Weln.  I need you to listen to me and try very hard to understand what I’m going to tell you.  I care for you.  You know we love you and would do anything to make you our Matara.”

I nodded.  I was afraid of what he might say next, since I figured Weln had told him all about my liaison with Nang.  I didn’t dare speak.

Dusa gave me a resigned smile.  “However, it cannot happen.  I cannot clan you, as much as my soul screams to.  Our relationship as lovers is over, Shalia.  All I wish for you now is to be happy.”

I was crying harder.  I think if he’d called me a slut and shouted at me, it would have been easier than this. 

“Are you hearing me, Shalia?  I’m telling you to not reject new lovers in misguided loyalty to my clan.  Do you understand?”

I nodded.

“Tell me.  I want to hear you say it.”

It was hard to talk around the ache in my throat.  Somehow I managed to choke out, “You want me to explore relationships with other men.”

“Exactly.  I appreciate that we mean enough to you that you would have a hard time accepting that, but you must move on.  Say you will and that you’ll not feel guilty for doing so.”

I looked at him.  “I don’t know that I can do that, Dusa.  It feels wrong to just cast you aside so quickly.”

He smiled.  “You didn’t cast us aside.  The situation is beyond us all, and we have to live with it.  Tell me you’ll at least try to not feel badly.  Being the source of your pain is the last thing I’d ever want.”

I rubbed at the tears spilling down my cheeks.  “I’ll try.  No promises.”

“Good.”

We talked a little more.  Dusa was doing a good job in his rescue missions, already impressing his commanding officers in such a short amount of time.  The bigger venue of the Atlanta outskirts was also giving him more opportunities to advance in rank.  I could tell that was a big deal to him.  Esak was excited as well about the larger numbers of gangs and Earthers banding together to fight against the Kalquorian Atlanta base.  It’s a huge task since the security forces are trying to capture and not kill those people.

“A challenge most definitely worthy of a Nobek,” Esak beamed.  “Killing is easy.  It takes real skill to defeat and subdue an enemy instead.”

While the situation might suit a Kalquorian, it gave me the heebie jeebies, especially looking at Esak’s still fresh scars.  “Just be careful for your clan and my sake,” I begged him.  “Those Earthers are definitely looking to kill you, and I don’t want that to happen.”

“I will, Shalia.  Don’t worry about me.”

Yeah, right.

They were more intent on warning me to be careful.  “Stay away from that damned perimeter,” Dusa said.  “I swear, if Weln coms to tell me you’ve been hurt or worse, I’ll come out there and blow up the damned Academy myself for not keeping you safe enough.” 

“I have no intention of getting anywhere near the fence,” I assured him.  “At this point, I’m counting the days when I can get on that transport to Kalquor.  Without you here, this place sucks.”

That made him and Esak smile.  “We would have been miserable there once you’d left,” he said.  “It’s just as well we were transferred.”

The conversation didn’t go on much longer after that.  As much as it means to us to see each other, it’s agony too.  It really, really hurts, which is why I keep boo-hooing.  But at least Dusa and Esak aren’t mad at me.  At least they don’t hate me.  Maybe one day I won’t feel guilty about turning to Nang for strength.  I hope so.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

November 12



I slept with Nang again.  Was there any doubt it would happen?  Damn it, maybe I should walk around with a scarlet ‘A’ on my chest. 

I do get points for trying to keep it from happening.  A little.  I showed up at his office with no warning, kind of hoping he’d be too busy to entertain me.  However, I was ready for him, sexually speaking.  The closer I got to his office, the more my heart pounded.  I was trembling all over by the time I got there, and my thighs were soaked.  I didn’t wear panties, thinking I’d like to keep the few pair I’d managed to scrounge up.  Nang tore up the last pair, so I reasoned it was both sexy and practical to not wear any. 

A couple of security Nobeks were just leaving as I arrived.  They looked me over with obvious lust, bowed, and grinned before going on their way.  Then Nang stood in his doorway, looking absolutely delighted to see me.  It’s nice when people are happy you’re in the room, even if it’s simply because they’re about to get some action. 

“Come in, Shalia,” he said, stepping aside to let me walk into his office.  He closed and locked the door behind me.

I was so nervous and aroused I couldn’t say a word.  All I could do was stand there like an idiot with my eyes wide enough to nearly pop right out of my head. 

Nang stepped up to me and leaned down.  His kiss was gentle and sweet.  His hands cupped my breasts and he traced his thumbs over my nipples.  I moaned and swayed.  Just that little bit was enough to make me feel I could come right then and there before he got anywhere near my pussy.

“Sweet girl,” he whispered against my lips.  “But you were naughty last time, weren’t you?  I would be remiss if I didn’t correct your behavior.”

Juices ran down the insides of my legs.  I shivered hard.

“Just a little pain, and it will be over,” Nang said, taking my hand.  He tugged me across the room to his desk.  He sat on its surface.  “Lay over my lap for your discipline.  That’s my girl.”

I leaned over those rock-hard thighs, feeling the muscles beneath my stomach.  Nang placed his hand between my shoulder blades, holding me in place while the other hand lifted the skirt to my waist.  His groan of appreciation as my naked ass came into view made me worry he wouldn’t be so harsh with the punishment.  I actually wanted him to be thorough, as if it would somehow alleviate some of the guilt I still carried.

His calloused hand caressed my shuddering flesh.  I moaned again, feeling how rough his touch was.  How hot.  In a few seconds, I thought perhaps I would find whole new levels of rough and hot.

Nang felt along the crevice, discovering how wet I was.  His lascivious chuckle made my hair stand on end.  “Excited, are we?”  He rubbed my folds with enthusiasm that made me clench and writhe.  “Shall I hold back for this first chastisement?  Give you a small demonstration while showing a little mercy?”  His voice deepened.  “Or should I make you take the full brunt of my displeasure with your lack of obedience last time?  Would you like my handprints left on this exceptional ass?”

My sex gushed a flood at the threat in his tone.  I made a sound that was half-sob, half-groan as my guts lurched in excited response.

“I see.”  Nang sounded pleased, and I felt something swelling against my hip.  He was getting hard.  The telltale scent that reminded me of cinnamon grew heavy in the air.  I was so in for it, and I could hardly wait.  The anticipation was killing me.

“You will lie here for your spanking,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.  His hand stroked my ass again, so very tenderly.  “You will accept it for however long I deem necessary to teach you your lesson.  You will not beg me to stop because you know you deserve this punishment.  You will mind me, Shalia.”

He paused, obviously waiting for a response.  I was already weeping a little in anticipation.  “Yes, Nang,” I whimpered.

“Very well.  We will begin.”

At the last possible second, I remembered Esak telling me to stay relaxed when it came to spankings because tensing up made it hurt worse.  I barely had time to make my muscles ease before Nang struck.

The explosive smack sounded like a pistol shot.  For an instant I felt nothing, and then the pain walloped me.  My ass seemed to burst into flames.  I yelled and jerked.

Nang’s hand between my shoulders kept me down, and he dealt another slap to my burning butt.  Agony suffused my rear.  I shrieked.

“Naughty, naughty Shalia,” Nang taunted from high overhead.  Smack.  “Such a bad little girl.”  Smack.  “And now she pays the price for her disobedience.”  Smack.

I squalled.  Tears dripped off the end of my nose.  I wasn’t trying to get away from it, as painful as his wearing my ass out was, but I couldn’t help but flail with every heavy blow from his hand.  My feet kicked wildly in the air.  Damn it, it hurt.

Yet that weird part of me was liking it.  The roasting heat of my spanked flesh was pulsing straight to my pussy, making me wetter and wilder than ever.  The endorphins released, making me feel a little euphoric even as my ass shrieked with torment.

“That’s it,” Nang grunted, his hand rising and falling, spanking me without any sign of let up.  “I love watching that ass dance under my hand.  Beautiful.  Beautiful!”

The blows were coming faster and harder, yet there was less and less agony every second.  I was firmly in the grip of an endorphin high now.  My ass actually rose to meet his harsh palm as it punished me.

“You’re turning such a gorgeous shade of red,” Nang groaned.  “Getting blistering hot.  That’s it, my lovely.  Move into it.  Good.”

His groin was as hard as steel against my hip.  I could feel how slick the leg of his formsuit had gone where I poured excitement onto it.  We were both getting off on this.  I guess that makes Nang as crazy as I am.

At last the spanking ended.  My ass throbbed with every heartbeat.  I gasped sobs and Nang was breathing just as heavily, though he wasn’t crying over it.  He pushed me a little, making me slide down his long legs to the floor.  He kept hold of me on the way down, assuring I wouldn’t land hard.  I kind of crumbled there at his feet, my whole body trembling and strengthless.

“Strip,” Nang ordered, rising to his feet.

His tone told me it didn’t matter how weak I felt at that moment.  I was to obey without hesitation.  Drunkenly, my whole being humming with peace despite the throbbing of my back end, I lifted myself into a kind of sprawling kneel.  My fingers fumbled with my blouse, working it off over my head and peeling it off my arms.  Then I struggled out of the skirt, rolling drunkenly around on the floor, hissing every time my poor butt made contact with the carpet.  I’m sure I looked comical as hell, but Nang’s stern expression never wavered as he stood over me, arms crossed over his chest.

Finally I emerged naked.  I looked up at the Dramok, panting as I lay at his feet.

“On your knees,” he said.

I was so wasted I used his long legs to haul myself up.  Once I managed to kneel, I clung to the waist of his formsuit to remain upright.  Who knew discipline could be so wearing on a girl?

Nang had a little pity on me and released his cocks himself rather than making me do it.  They nearly smacked my chin as they burst out of their confines.  The sweet-spicy scent of him filled my nostrils, and my mouth actually watered.

“Suck them,” came the command.

The steely voice was such a turn-on.  I loved how he was being so demanding, assuming absolute dominion over me.  If I didn’t know  better, I’d have thought he’d gotten pointers from Dusa.  Good heavens, the man was absolute power and it was incredibly exciting.

I immediately set about mouthing those engorged organs, hungrily lapping his lubrication.  Nang tasted similar to the other three Kalquorians I’d enjoyed, though there were differences.  His flavor was spicier than the rest, more musky.  Nearly animal, in fact.  I licked and sucked desperately, loving how good he was.

I remembered that funny quirk he’d displayed last time we were together.  My eyes rolled up to watch his face, I slowly, deliberately slid my mouth over his larger prick, drawing him in deep.  Down until I nearly had him in my throat, down until I gagged.

His eyes dilated, going nearly black.  His lips parted and he groaned.  “Shalia.”  My name sounded like a prayer, so reverentially did he say it.

I stroked him with my mouth a few times before doing it again.  His cock jerked eagerly in my mouth as I coughed, squeezing out a few drops in reaction.  The tendons stood out in his neck, letting me know I’d nearly gotten him to lose control.  Ha.

“On your back,” he panted, easing away from my eager mouth.  “Down on the floor.  Hold your legs open and spread.”

I slid down and landed right on my sore bum.  I hissed in reaction and rolled onto my back, grabbing the backs of my knees and getting my poor ass off the ground.  Nang was crouching over me the next instant, eagerly pressing in, filling me up fast and hard to make me gasp.

The possession nearly brought me over.  Nang hit my G-spot with delightful force, making me convulse.  He continued in quickly, collided with my cervix and ground brutally against my clit.  My hair electrified, seeming to stand straight out from my scalp as astounding elation shot through me. 

“Don’t do it,” he snarled through gritted teeth.  “Don’t you climax this time without my permission.”

I clutched him hard, fighting with all I had to maintain control.  Nang rode me furiously, clapping our groins together as if trying to make me disobey him.  I kicked and shoved at him, desperate to contain the orgasm trying to break free.  We were a couple of wildcats going at each other, though no doubt Nang held back tremendously or I would have been really hurt.  All the while, climax was tearing to break loose, to make me a disobedient lover once again. 

Nang pinned my wrists to the floor and hooked one leg over his arm.  He had me tied up and helpless, his cocks pounding into me.  I screamed as the coiling pleasure began to unravel in my stomach.

“Nang, please!  I’m begging you!”

His rhythm staggered.  “Do it,” he moaned.  “Now.”

I let loose as he jerked hard once more.  Elation bloomed in my belly to fling wide throughout the rest of me, making my toes curl under and my back bow.  That put my poor spanked rear on the floor, and the flash of pain only added to the explosion.  Nang howled and released his own pleasure. 

We fell apart afterward, Nang flopping to his back, spread-eagled across the floor.  I curled on my side, not wanting to abuse my ass anymore.  I was going to have to find some aspirin somewhere.  No way in hell would I approach Dad for a pain inhibitor, not when he was no fan of Nang.

After a few moments of recovery, Nang looked over at me.  “Are you all right, little one?  I didn’t really hurt you, did I?”

I gave him a lazy grin.  “Only the kind of hurts I like.”

He chuckled.  “You are wonderful.  You do know that, don’t you?”

I pretended nonchalance.  “Yeah, that’s what they all tell me.”

Nang propped up on his elbow.  “I’m serious, Shalia.  I enjoy that we are so compatible when it comes to intimacies.  You are the most perfect lover I’ve ever had.”

I blinked at him.  He sounded absolutely sincere.  “Thank you.  I admit I still don’t understand why I find submitting and pain so arousing, but I’m glad to have someone who doesn’t judge me for that.”

He reached over and stroked my cheek.  As rough as he’d been while we were in the throes of passion, he was twice as gentle now.  “All I see is perfection.”

It made my heart thump the way Nang looked at me.  Oh, please don’t tell me another man is going to decide he’s fallen in love.