Thursday, January 30, 2014

January 14

Yesterday, after much consideration following the near evacuation we’d undergone, I consulted with my group and Betra.  During the impromptu meeting, I outlined my ideas on how we Earther girls needed to have access and training on blasters.  I impressed on Betra what had happened to me and Candy at the Academy.  I insisted on how being armed might have kept us from being locked and nearly killed in a burning building.

I have to give our liaison credit.  Betra didn’t pooh-pooh my concerns even once.  He offered no condescending bullshit on how the manly Kalquorians would keep us all safe and to not worry our pretty little heads about such things.  He listened, asked a few questions, and asked the rest of the group what they thought about the matter.

“I was there with Shalia,” Candy said quietly.  “I’ve never felt so trapped and helpless my entire life as when I was forced to give up the blaster I had.  I want to be able to defend myself.  I totally agree we should be armed and trained.”

Katrina said, “You’d better believe it.  I was terrified yesterday when we were attacked.  I know a blaster won’t help us in that situation.  Still, if the transport was boarded and we couldn't escape, at least I’d feel like I had some sort of chance of survival.  I vote yes for blaster training.”

The others agreed that they’d been scared as well and that feeling helpless had only made it worse.  They all wanted to be armed and trained properly ‘so we don’t shoot our own feet off’ as someone said.

Betra nodded to us all.  “I’ll arrange a meeting with the weapons commander of this ship about the matter.  He’d be the first hurdle to getting such a thing to happen.  If everyone is in agreement, Shalia and Candy can represent you all at the meeting since they’ve had actual experience with the issue.”

It was agreed on.  First thing this morning, Betra called Candy and I to his office to meet with Weapons Commander Nobek Oses.

My first thought when I came into the room was ‘Hello, mountain pretending to be a man.’  I’d been impressed with the amazing physique of Oses when he was at least 30 yards away.  Up close, he was even more astonishing.  Heaven help us all, the Nobek was just so muscular.  He made Betra look like a child.

It was hard to notice the weapons commander's face when there was all that chiseled body filling my gaze.  But yes, Oses does have a head on top of all that steel and granite made flesh.  His curly hair falls past his shoulders and frames an intense face.  He’s not classically handsome, but I found him striking nonetheless with those piercing eyes, flared nostrils, and full lips that someone could nibble on for days.

Did I mention the pregnancy hormones are seeming to make me like brute masculinity?  Once again, I had the wild urge to pull Oses’ formsuit off and lick every inch of him.  I mean, I LITERALLY wanted to lick him ... yes, tongue out and slurping all over those hills and crevices.  Why can’t I crave normal stuff like pickles and ice cream, for crying out loud?

Betra had Candy and I sit down as Oses bowed to us.  I noticed his nostrils flaring wider still when he looked at me, and I was reminded that I had that funny pregnancy smell that the Kalquorians find so enthralling.  Oh boy.  If the commander started following me around, I didn’t know how I’d say no – especially if he consented to that weird urge I have to give him a tongue bath. 

The weapons commander said nothing, however.  His expression kept a pleasant if savage respectfulness.  He remained standing, as did Betra.

“Thank you for coming in to seeing us,” Betra began.  “We’ll try to not take up too much of your time, but the Mataras have some very pressing concerns about their safety.”

“I can always make time for you and your charges, Imdiko,” Oses said in a rough voice that filled the room.  His gaze went from me to Betra and held there.

Betra quickly averted his gaze from the weapons commander.  Again, I had that sense of something between the two, some kind of tension that lay between them.  I wondered what was going on there.

Betra wasted no time in explaining our wish to be armed and trained.  Candy and I described to the attentive Oses what we had gone through back at the Academy, which was the long and short of our case.  As Betra had the day before, Oses didn’t downplay our fears or tut-tut our abilities to take care of ourselves.

After some discussion, he said, “I can understand your feelings on the matter, Mataras.  While it is unlikely we’ll be boarded, there is always a chance for it to happen.  After all, we were sure Tragoom raiders wouldn’t dare bother us with two destroyers keeping watch, yet they tried our defenses anyway.”

He smiled, softening the harsh planes of his face.  Oses might not have been conventionally handsome but I still found him fine to look at, especially when he smiled.  “I will consult with the ship’s officers as well as Fleet Command on the matter.  I will tell them I fully support this measure you have suggested.”

Candy and I expressed our enthusiastic thanks.  Betra also added his gratitude, still refusing to look Oses in the face.

“I appreciate you doing this for us, Commander,” he said.  “We won’t take up any more of your time.  Shalia, may I speak to you in private before you go?”

I had the idea that Betra was subtly telling me not to leave him alone with Oses.  There really was something weird going on with those two.

The weapons commander bowed to all, and Betra returned the respect.  I perched in my chair as Candy and the impressive and tongue-tempting Oses took their leave.

As soon as the door shut behind them, I invited Betra, “Come on.  Spill the beans.”

“Beans?”  He looked at me with puzzlement.

I had to laugh at Betra’s confusion.  He speaks English so well that sometimes I forget he’s not entirely up on our slang.  “Tell me why Oses freaks you out.”

Betra scowled.  “I don’t want to talk about the weapons commander.”

I eyed him.  “Betra, if I didn’t know that you aren’t into boys, I’d swear there was a bad breakup between you two or something.”

The Imdiko got up and paced as he spoke.  “No Shalia, there is nothing between Nobek Oses and myself.  He simply wishes there was and refuses to face the fact there never will be.”

“Oh.”  It was clear to me now.  “Oses has a case of unrequited love.  He’s not tried to force himself on you, has he?”

“Thank the ancestors, no.”  Betra drew himself up and took a deep breath.  “In all honesty, Oses has been quite respectful about not trying to force me into his bed.  He seemed to understand when I told him I have no interest in men.”

“So what’s the problem?”

My liaison’s smile was bitter.  “He still comes around and asks me to join him for meals and entertainments.  I get the idea he thinks that I’ll eventually change my mind about him.”

I could tell Betra really had issues with the situation, but I couldn’t resist teasing him just the same.  “That’s what you get for being so irresistible and yummy.”

That earned me a smile.  “Am I irresistible to you, Shalia?”

I snorted.  “You must be.  I was sure I wouldn’t want to have sex again after what happened with Nang and having my heart broken by Clan Dusa.”

Betra came over and leaned down, his hands propping him on the armrests of my chair.  Our faces were only inches apart.  “Poor Matara.”  He kissed me.

Ah yes, poor me.  Stuck in a lustful situation with an all too accommodating Kalquorian.  I returned that kiss with interest, my hands eagerly exploring his formsuited chest, abdomen, and points south. 

His eyes half-lidded with pleasure at my touch, Betra whispered, “I am always delighted to take care of your needs, pet.”

“Prove it.”

I got an evil grin for my challenge.  I’d almost forgotten how demanding Betra had been during our previous encounters.  He reminded me in a hurry.

Stepping back from my chair, he motioned for me to stand.  “Up.  Panties off.”

That demanding tone had me on my feet and drawers down around my ankles almost before Betra had stopped talking.  My pussy gushed in anticipation.  It was like a switch had been thrown and my only thought was to do whatever he wanted.  When it comes to sex, Betra reminds me a lot more of Dusa and Nang than he does fellow Imdiko Weln. 

Once I was sans panties, he made a twirling motion with his finger.  “Turn around and kneel on the chair.  Legs wide apart.  Hold onto the back of it.”

I could see where this was going, and I liked the idea fine.  As soon as I assumed the position, Betra pushed my skirt up around my waist.  His hand caressed my upturned ass. 

“That’s my pretty pet.  So obedient too.”

He reached in front of me to untuck my blouse.  Still stroking my butt with one hand, he pulled my bra up to free my breasts.  Feeling the warmth of his palm cupping one mound drove a moan from my throat.

“So soft.  Lovely,” he praised me.

The hand on my ass slid down.  Betra slid two fingers in my pussy and slowly pumped in and out.  He plucked at my nipples, bringing bright warmth all over.  I flooded his hand.

“That’s my girl.  Soft and wet.  Perfect.  I like how you beg me to fuck you without speaking a word.”

I trembled as his hands coaxed me into a high level of arousal.  My hands clutched the padded top of my chair as my insides melted into a spill of hot lava.  I felt utterly wanton and helpless at the same time, submissively offering myself to Betra.

“That’s it, pet.  I feel you shaking all over.”

His fingers left my pussy.  I whimpered.

“Hush, sweetness.  I need to get your tight little ass ready for my primary cock to fuck it.”

Betra’s fingers landed on my anus and pressed into it.  I gasped and opened to him, letting him stretch me.  His fingers twisted all about, easing the muscles loose.

“Oh yes, pet.  That’s very nice and tight.  I’m going to enjoy feeling this around my cock.  You like getting your ass fucked, don’t you little girl?  Yes, I know you do.  You’re dripping on the seat.”

Betra’s words humiliated and excited me all at once.  Yes, I acknowledge I do enjoy anal intercourse.  It doesn’t mean I’m entirely comfortable admitting it.  My body showing its more taboo proclivities with such abandon was embarrassing.

Still, it was hard to dwell on being ashamed when he continued to roll and tweak my nipples with one hand and prepare my ass with the other.  Betra kept talking as he played with me.  That guy really has a thing for verbalization during sex.

“I think that’s got it.  You’ll still be a bit tight.  It might hurt a little bit, but you’ll accept that for me, right?  You’ll let me fuck your tight ass to make me happy, won’t you pretty pet?”

His fingers departed my breasts and ass.  A moment later I felt the fevered tip of his cock probing my anus.  Betra’s hands closed around my hips.  I clenched the chair in my fists.  It was coming.

“That’s my girl.  Open up for me.”

The tip of his dick slid inside.  I shuddered to feel it move past the ring of loosened muscles, traveling into my body.  Deeper and deeper, his girth widening out to spread me for his entrance.  There was a slight nudge against my pussy, then his smaller cock forged inside as well. 

Betra groaned.  “I’m watching it happen, little girl.  I’m watching you take my cocks.”

I thought about how that must look, his thick bullet-shaped penises disappearing into my body.  It made my insides quake with doubled excitement.

He was getting bigger around.  My ass registered the pressure of Betra’s increasing circumference, making me feel really full.  I gasped.

“That’s it.  Take it, Shalia.”

The pressure built towards a low ache.  I pushed out hard against him, forcing my body to accept what he gave me.  Even so, Betra’s steady entrance was moving closer and closer to pain.  Yet it was nowhere on my radar to tell him to stop so I could have a moment to adjust.  No, it was all about making him happy and giving him what he wanted.  In that moment, I lived for his pleasure alone.

Still, I couldn’t help the whimpers I made as the ache became a throbbing.  And still Betra went deeper, his breathy praise encouraging me.

“That’s it, pet.  Oh, that’s good.  Yes, Shalia, yes.”

Just when it became actual pain, at the moment I thought he might split me in two, Betra’s groin met my ass.  I shuddered with reaction.  The movement brought a growl from my lover.

“Easy, little girl.  By the ancestors, you are so snug around my cock.  I could come within seconds, and I don’t want to do that.  I want to fuck your ass the way it should be fucked.”

My breaths sobbed loudly as I clutched the chair, willing all the tension to go there.  After many seconds that felt like forever, Betra said, “All right, I think I’ve got control again.  That was close, sweetness.  You are too incredible, Shalia Monroe.”

With that, he slowly rocked back, emptying me.  I might have groaned with relief of having that uncompromising steel exiting, except for the fact I was stuffed so full.  Because of that, there was a lot of rubbing pressure against my interior hot spot.  It was like have a firecracker exploding inside my pussy.  Instead of groaning, I unleashed a long, warbling cry.

Betra chuckled.  “That’s my girl.  Yell all you want.  I like hearing how good I make you feel.”

He plunged back inside me.  It hurt my ass, but once more he hit the right place in my sex.  Only this time, it didn’t feel like anything so tame as a firecracker.  No, that was a fucking bottle rocket that went off that time.  If Betra wanted yelling, I had no doubt he was pleased in that moment.

He had promised to fuck me the way I should be fucked.  Apparently, I should be fucked hard and relentlessly enough to move the damned chair across the room.  We’d only gotten halfway across when the first climax hit me.

Betra had released one of my hips to grasp and stroke my clit as he pounded away at me.  I not only felt the fireworks then, I also saw them.  Bright lights flashed before my eyes as my guts attempted to turn me inside out.  I think I tried to launch myself out of the chair, but Betra held me back.  All I could do was scream and claw the back of it as twisting heat tore at my sex.

Just like our last encounter, the Imdiko kept me coming.  No sooner was I nearly back in my right mind, gasping and sobbing, when he forced another orgasm on me.  My body quaked violently as eruption after eruption bloomed in my belly then suffused the entirety of me with mind-breaking strength.  I honestly have no idea how many times I climaxed before Betra finally shouted and pressed as deep inside me as he could go.  It was a relief to feel him filling my ass full of his cum, because that meant I would finally be allowed to relax.

Relax, hell.  Try collapse.  I might have even fainted like I think I did last time. 

When I returned to reality, Betra now sat in the chair, cradling me against his chest.  He smoothed my sweat-soaked hair from my face, gently pressing his lips against my forehead, cheeks, and lips from time to time.  I blinked up at him.

My voice definitely croaked when I spoke.  “Was it good for you?”

He chuckled.  “Amazing.  In case you don’t remember, I already gave you a pain inhibitor.  There is no damage, but you’ll probably be sore.”

No, I definitely don’t remember that part.

Bit by bit, I regained my strength.  Betra insisted on carrying me to the bathroom facility to help me pull myself back together.  I caught a look at myself in the mirror and wished I hadn’t.  I looked like a wreck.  My hair was sweaty and snarled, my mascara pooled under my eyes and streaked down my cheeks.  I had the dazed look of someone who had crawled out of a collapsed building.

“Oh hell.  Don’t look at me,” I groaned, hiding my face behind my hands.

“Why not?”  Betra sat me on the counter and tugged my hands away so he could wipe the smeared raccoon look away.  “It’s damned sexy to see a woman disheveled from a bout of fucking.  I love that I made you look this way.  If I could spend an entire day with you, I wouldn’t allow you to clean up between sessions.  I’d stay hard looking at you like this.”

“You’re a freak,” I told him.  “And I’m even freakier for liking the sound of that.”

He grinned at me.  “Then we’ll have to arrange it somehow.”

“Good luck.  You never get a day off.”

“A couple of other liaisons owe me favors.  Maybe I can call one in.”

I shook my head.  The way Betra enjoys sex might be more than I can take in one day.  It’s fun to contemplate a whole day of play, but to actually do it?  This is one fantasy that I’m sure shouldn’t make the journey into reality.

Monday, January 27, 2014

January 13

We got an ugly wake-up call this morning when alarms started blaring all over the ship.  Startled, I thrashed my way out of bed.  After about half a second’s consideration, I pulled on yesterday’s clothes.  I’d left my blouse, trousers, and socks puddled all over the floor rather than tossing them in the laundry intake last night.  All hail laziness, because I figured if the ship was about to blow up, at least I wouldn’t disintegrate in my nightgown.

I ran for the door of my quarters to the accompaniment of the announce chime going off and fists pounding on the outside.  It sounded like things were pretty bad.  I thought my heart might break right through my chest in the panic.  I opened the door to see Katrina dressed and ready for whatever hell we were about to face.  She was accompanied by a bathrobed and terribly discombobulated Candy, her blond hair sticking out in every direction. 

“What is it?” I screamed, ready to go into full freak-out.  I’m always prepared for that.

“We don’t know.  Everyone is going to their liaison to find out.”  Katrina’s voice was higher pitched than usual and a little loud, but she was obviously the least crazed of our trio.

“Come on, Shalia!” Candy yelled, making my ears pop. 

We joined the frantic stampede of women through the corridor.  We headed straight to Betra’s office where we were supposed to go first in an emergency.  He was already surrounded by the rest of his charges just outside his office door, looking about worriedly until he saw us coming.  The relief on his face was obvious as we joined our group.

“Okay, everyone stay with me,” he announced as we crowded close.  He had to yell to be heard over our frantic questions.  “We’re heading for the shuttle bay.  Once we’re there and in our escape ship, I’ll explain what is going on.”

“Escape ship!” came the chorus from ten frightened women.  Someone called out, “But we haven’t started our drills for that yet!”

Betra’s smile was both tight-lipped and soothing.  “No, but I’ve been trained and you’ll be fine if you stick close.  Now come on.”

He led the way, gently setting aside panicked women from other groups who blundered in his path as they sought out their own liaisons.  When Betra saw women he recognized, he called them by name, giving them direction.

“Carolyn, Dramok Dryr is right over there.  Go to him and he’ll tell you what to do.  Marla, don’t just stand there and cry, sweetheart.  Your liaison is on our way, so walk with me until we get there.  Justine, stop bossing everyone around and go to Imdiko Irgna like you’re supposed to.  He’s been trained for this and you haven’t.”

Through the madness and mayhem, Betra was a beacon of calm.  Even setting the sexual relationship we’ve developed aside, I am damned glad he’s my liaison.  The rest of my group would agree; we all followed him in a quiet bunch, like ducklings confidently following their mama.

The sirens abruptly cut off and a heavy voice – I thought it might belong to Captain Wotref – spoke in Kalquorian over the PA system.  Betra paused to listen, and we stopped too and waited.  After Wotref finished his spiel, Betra turned to smile at us. 

“The emergency is over.  However, you’ve all done so well so far, so why don’t we go ahead and continue to the shuttle bay to practice our first evacuation drill?”

We murmured assent though it looked like most of us had been roused right out of bed.  Being in a group after the scare simply felt good right now, especially having Betra there.  We and a few other groups kept trooping down the corridor.

“Are you going to tell us what happened?” Candy asked.

“After the drill,” Betra promised.  “For now, I need you to keep quiet with all your attention on me in case I need to give you direction.”

We soon packed into an in-ship transport, which is sort of like an elevator.  Betra said, “Shuttle bay seven.  Mataras, remember that location if for any reason you can’t get to me, though I won’t leave the area until I have accounted for all of my group.  Where are you to go?”

“Shuttle bay seven,” we chorused like school children.

“Perfect.  You are all assigned to Shuttle 407.  The shuttle’s number corresponds to its docking space, so if you get confused, you can ask any crewmember where it is.  Repeat your shuttle number please.”

We dutifully did.  The transport stopped and opened out into the shuttle bay, and we moved out.

I saw why Betra thought we might get confused.  It looked as if hundreds of the sleek oblong shuttle craft were housed in that space.  I remembered being in there, or another bay just like it, when I’d first boarded the transport.  However, I’d been looking at it through a blur of tears.  Having just left Earth, my dads, and Weln behind, I’d been too overcome with grief to really pay much attention to my surroundings.

Even though there was a lot more room to fan out in here than there had been in the corridors, we remained in a tight knot as we followed on Betra’s heels.  He explained that our shuttle was in the fourth grouping to the right of the in-ship transports as we exited, which meant it was all the way on one side of the bay.

“You Mataras will be in the second wave of evacuations should we have to leave the ship,” he told us as we passed shuttle after shuttle.  “We think waiting enemies would target the first few escaping ships.  That’s why the first wave will be decoys.  Pay attention; your ship is on the front row of this grouping, so it’s really not that hard to find.”

He led us to our assigned shuttle.  “Our group is among three that will be boarding this, so get on fast.  Go as far to the rear as you can and take your seat.”

The hatch was open, allowing us to follow Betra’s directions.  We were apparently the only group assigned to this shuttle running the drill, so our little group of ten ended up crowded in the back of the shuttle.  We sat.

“Immediately upon sitting, activate your seat’s restraint field.  For those of you who don’t remember where that is located, it is the red button on the side of your left armrest.  Once you’ve activated it, strap on the manual harness.  We may be taking off in a hurry, so be sure to secure yourself right away.  It could be we’re in for a bumpy ride, so it’s important you’re ready for that.”

Betra moved up the aisle between the double rows of beige-colored seats, ensuring we’d strapped ourselves in good and tight.  His grin was that of a proud father.

“Excellent!  Everyone is properly secured.  You did well this first time.  In the future, if you are not on our level in our section when alarms go off, com me immediately to let me know where you are located.  From there, you will come directly here.  If I am not here yet, com me to let me know you have made it safely onto your shuttle.  If the alarms go off and you are in the Matara living area, come straight to my office to report.  Questions?”

We seemed pretty clear on what it was we were supposed to do.  When no one piped up with any queries, Candy said, “Now will you tell us what the hell happened a few minutes ago?”

Betra chuckled at her impatience.  “A few small Tragoom raiders decided to try their luck against us.  They failed miserably.  Only one got away from the destroyers escorting us.”

That earned him a few cheers.  Yay for dead Tragooms.  Despite Betra’s grin, I noted the tension around his eyes.

“Are we in any other danger?” I asked.  “Those raiders don’t pose any real risk to us, do they?”

Betra’s expression sobered more, and everyone got quiet.  His tone careful, he said, “It could be the raiders we encountered were a scout detail sent by a chieftain in a larger, more dangerous ship.  We will remain on high alert for awhile.”

That was not such good news.  I had another question.  “Is there the chance we could be boarded?”

Betra drew a deep breath.  “If the destroyer escorts were taken out, there is that risk.  It’s all the more reason for us to be ready to get off the transport if we must.”

I thought about that.  Escape was obviously the best possible option if Tragooms got on board.  Yet I had some ugly memories of being in a nearly inescapable situation in which I and others had almost died.  Sometimes you get boxed in with nowhere to run.  Matt King leering at me before locking a bunch of us in a room and setting fire to the building we were in is still an image I see far too clearly.  I have no intention of ever getting in that situation again.

If I have to get in every Kalquorian’s face on this transport, someone is going to give us women blasters and teach us how to use them.