Shalia's Diary #9 Read online

  “Your response to discipline is, ‘thank you, Dramok’,” Jaon said. “Spoken with the utmost gratitude.”

  I knew this game, one of my favorites. I didn’t hesitate before answering, “Yes, Nobek. I am thankful to receive correction, to teach me to behave better.”

  “Excellent.” Aslada’s voice was rough with excitement. “I will spank you until I am sure you have learned the lesson.”

  “Thank you, Dramok.” I thought my pussy must be dripping on the floor from the arousal melting my insides.

  “You are very welcome, my darling.”

  His hands left my bottom where they’d been massaging. All went quiet around me. I lay there, waiting for my punishment to begin. The seconds stretched out, growing long and nerve-wracking. I knew it was a head game Aslada played with me, making me anticipate the severity of the penalty. Expectation is as much a chastisement as the actual sentence, and I felt each moment of it keenly.

  By the time Aslada landed the first swat, I was wiggling all over, unable to keep still as I awaited discipline. The loud smack was a shock, coming out of nowhere after waiting for it so long. The blast of pain to my left ass cheek was twice as devastating. It felt like fire had been set to my skin. I yelled, jerking with violence as I forgot I couldn’t escape.

  The eruption of pain settled into a hot, delicious pulse that sank deep into my flesh. I groaned and then remembered what I was supposed to do. With as much gratitude as my stinging butt would allow, I managed to say, “Thank you, Dramok.”

  “You’re welcome. You will be quicker with the appreciation, little girl.”

  He gave it to the other side of my rump. Oh sweet prophets. My ass was an inferno. This was going easy on me? Jeez, I’m glad I hadn’t really pissed him off, and I wasted no time in doing what was expected of me. “Thank you, Dramok.”

  “Better, little darling.”

  Aslada was thorough. He did not miss an inch when it came to roasting my rump. By the fourth swat, I was fighting my bonds in earnest, the primitive part of me unable to resist trying to escape. By the sixth, tears were dripping from my eyes. I sobbed all those breathless thank yous nonstop, desperate to placate the man wearing my ass out.

  Things got confused and twisted in my head. On one hand, I wanted the spanking to stop. It hurt like hell. Yet the heat from it had penetrated deep in my core, increasing the need that had my pussy throbbing. I was excited that I was at the mercy of not just the man correcting my behavior, but the other two watching as well, who could decide at any moment to add their penalties. I was theirs, all theirs, to care for, to reward, to rebuke. I wanted to prove myself to them, that I deserved their care whether it be tender or exacting.

  That desire consumed me. It made me insensible to anything but devoting myself to the pleasure of Clan Aslada. I became aware that the spanking had ended and that the men were stroking my hair, my back, and my thighs as they murmured comforting words. I was still saying, “Thank you, Dramok,” in a constant, wavering drone.

  I yelped when something cold and damp was smeared on my stinging ass. “Easy, sweetheart,” Meyso soothed. “It’s a lotion to take the pain away. Good girl.”

  I sighed. The cream he used on me ended the ache of the spanking in an instant. My butt no longer throbbed, but my naughty bits did. Good night, I was horny after discipline, but that was nothing new. I do love it when my lovers put me in my place, whether it’s on my back or with my ass in the air.

  While Meyso treated my aft area, Jaon brought me water, holding it for me as I sipped. That meant the hands rubbing my back and shoulders belonged to Aslada. The very hands responsible for making me squeal in pain now had me sighing with delight. He massaged with such experience that I was a gooey mess in a matter of minutes. Sweet prophets, that man gives good rub.

  I finished the water and Jaon knelt before me, putting his face level with mine. He gazed into my eyes. For once, his feral expression had eased, softening into something calmer. I wouldn’t say the Nobek looked gentle, because he’s not made for such an appearance. But he watched me with enough tenderness that something in my chest tensed.

  He moved in, his lips closing over mine. His kiss was languorous and searching, as if he had all of eternity to explore the myriad ways he could meld his mouth to mine. I lost myself in his kiss, my whole being centered on the sensation and flavor of his quiet passion.

  While Jaon charmed me that way, Aslada kissed and licked his way down my spine, leaving a warm, wet trail towards my buttocks where Meyso was finishing tending to me. The Imdiko’s hand ran down from one buttock to cup my pussy, easily accessible since my legs were strapped wide apart. He stroked down one inner thigh, smearing wetness over the skin. His palm reversed course, bringing his touch to my womanhood once more.

  One careful finger traced the slick folds, the touch light and yet profound. I whimpered into Jaon’s mouth as Meyso explored, drifting over every nook and cranny my secret flesh possessed. He drew a tight circle around my clit, but didn’t touch it. That part of me strained to make contact, and my hips struggled to move as my body demanded more. I couldn’t budge, however.

  Adding to the madness, Aslada’s wandering mouth had made it to the cleft of my buttocks. The flesh he had so recently punished was now treated to kisses and tender caresses. His finger joined Meyso’s for a brief moment to wet in my flowing honey. He painted my anus with my slickness so he could ease his finger inside me. My muscles clenched to feel him there.

  Jaon continued to kiss me, one moment gentle, the next almost violent with passion. My lips felt wonderfully bruised from his attentions. I couldn’t get enough.

  Meyso teased my pussy, fondling everything but my clit. That small bit of flesh didn’t feel so small. It felt swollen huge, blood pulsing in excruciating throbs that left me as breathless as Jaon’s kisses. I was desperate for the Imdiko to stroke me there. My entire body strained.

  Then he brushed it. It was the lightest of barely-there caresses and gone in an instant, but with me so eager for it, the sensation was profound. I cried out into Jaon’s mouth, galvanized by the contact. My legs kicked against the restraints, but were kept in place.

  Wet, coarse warmth moved delicately along one side of my clit: the tip of Meyso’s tongue. I shivered with delight. He licked the other side too. And then, right over the top to make me fight my bonds again and yell as heat billowed through me.

  As Aslada pressed a second finger into my back entrance, Meyso slipped one into my pussy. He continued to lick me as he slid it back and forth through my engorged sleeve. I was so swept up in the maelstrom of excitement that I hardly noticed Jaon releasing my moaning mouth and standing up before me.

  Meyso’s tongue stroked my clit with the right amount of pressure to make the hair on my body stand up. His and Aslada’s fingers pumped in and out, driving me wild with need. My sheaths contracted, pulling on them with demand.

  Fingers curled into my hair, pulling my head back. Two glistening cocks, rigid and ready for pleasure, stood before my face. The cinnamon-spice scent of Kalquorian male filled my nostrils. I could even taste it in the air before Jaon’s primary slipped into my open, waiting mouth.

  His secondary slid beneath my chin, leaving a wet trail. I concentrated on what he gave me, swallowing to take him deep. He was firm and hot against my tongue, his pulse throbbing fast and hard. His hips swung slow and careful as he fed me his hunger.

  Aslada and Meyso stopped finger-fucking me at the same time, as if they’d choreographed it. There was a lot of shifting behind me. The table creaked, and the slight pressure of someone not quite putting their entire weight on me settled over my ass. A pair of arms braced themselves on either side of my peripheral vision, grabbing hold of the edge of the table. I recognized it was Aslada crouched over me. More shifting, the weight lifting, and the fevered tip of a cock probed my ass. With a drawn-out groan, the Dramok slid his secondary inside me, seating himself in one thrust. His larger cock slid along the crevice, snuggling into the
cleft of my buttocks. He twisted to one side, moving so he was more beside me than on top.

  Another questing touch, this time against my pussy. Then Meyso speared me from the opposite side, thrusting in not as deep as he usually did. I think Aslada’s position restricted him somewhat, but from my position, I couldn’t be sure. It didn’t matter. The Imdiko moved against all the right places, particularly his fingers on my clit, taking over for his tongue. His secondary rubbed against me there as well, making my eyes roll back as a stab of ecstasy shot through me.

  I wish I could have seen what we looked like at that moment, the three men possessing my helpless body all at once. I would have asked for a still, or better yet, a vid. However, my mouth was full of Jaon’s cock at the time. Not that I’m complaining. No sir.

  They fucked me liked that, each man enjoying his portion with grunts, groans, and growls. They took me gently at first, moving like silk through water. Little by little, their thrusts grew more powerful. Aslada somehow balanced himself without using his hands as supports. He pushed my ass cheeks together, creating a snug channel for his primary cock to move within.

  Jaon’s cock offered small spurts of a saltier flavor as he rocked between my lips. I rubbed my tongue along the throbbing underside of his length to hear him moan and feel his grip on my head tighten.

  Meyso’s thickness channeled into me, his and Aslada’s cocks creating pressure within that lit my insides like a bonfire. The Imdiko toyed relentlessly with my clit until I was possessed by frantic need. Each stroke stoked the flames higher, driving me into a frenzy. I was a knot of sheer craving, my every cell screaming for release. I fought my tethers, trying to find some avenue that would allow me to find the end. I couldn’t move. I was suspended there, on the knife tip of desire, unable to claim what hovered mockingly close.

  Then Meyso’s teasing flickers against my clit stopped. He grasped it and rubbed, then pinched.

  The demanding desire erupted, ripping through me in violent blasts. My body went stiff all over, my mouth opening wide around Jaon’s cock to scream as streamers of brutal rapture exploded. Again and again I convulsed as the men pounded against my body and Meyso stroked spasm after spasm from me.

  The waves were at last receding when Jaon poured his climax into my mouth with a strained bellow. Another thunderclap of pleasure resounded within me as I accepted his bliss. Then Aslada and Meyso added their cries of completion to the din. Warmth jetted over my ass and back as Aslada came, and Meyso’s cock throbbed hugely inside me.

  When we stopped quaking, the men unstrapped me. They cleaned me up and rubbed me all over, easing twinging muscles before taking me to the bathing facility connected to the playroom.

  Why we bothered with showering, I’ll never know. We ended up aroused all over again. More of the playroom was explored. In fact, we didn’t leave until Aslada’s manservant discreetly commed him to tell him dinner was ready. So much for going out to eat. No one complained.

  We ate and spent time playing with Anrel. I was the most relaxed I’d been in days. Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel guilty that I didn’t hang around Mom for more of her abuse, but for now, I have to say that a fuckathon was the right prescription for all my ills. In fact, it was what the doctor ordered, pun intended.

  November 15

  I may have reached my breaking point with Mom.

  The instant I walked in to her room this morning, she said, “Where were you yesterday? Slutting around with your harem? How many half-breed babies are you planning on dropping, you whore?”

  I froze. I came to a complete standstill two steps from her bed. There was a buzzing in my head, a kind of wash of static as I replayed her words.

  I knew she was coping with abrupt changes in her life. I knew she had no idea how to constructively deal with fear and frustration, that the tools stored in her behavior shed were few and broken. It wasn’t even being called a slut or whore that stopped me in my tracks and made my fists clench. No, those were not what broke this camel’s back.

  I stared at her, with her drawn face and the frown lines etched in it from so many years of uncontrollable anger and depression. I saw the old, broken woman who gave me life and managed to raise me to a somewhat responsible adulthood despite all the challenges her mental health had thrown in her path.

  I saw her and I did not care one bit. I couldn’t even find revulsion to expend on her. No love, no hate, nothing. She may as well have been a stranger for all the coldness that filled my heart. She did not matter to me, but in my view, she had attacked the person who mattered most of all.

  “Are you calling my daughter a half-breed? Are you labeling Anrel with some kind of bigoted shit? Because if that’s the case, you damned sure better believe we will walk out of your life and not come back.”

  My tone was as unemotional as the rest of me. I knew in that instant that I would do exactly as I said. I would turn my back on Eve Monroe and forget she had ever existed.

  Whether she didn’t get the message or didn’t care, Mom kept on the attack. “This isn’t about her. This is about you abandoning me to open your legs to your alien fuck boys. It’s nice to know how much I mean to you that you’d run off while I’m suffering.”

  “You’re fine,” I said, my voice still icy. “You’re recovering. Rehab is exhausting and it’s tough, but yesterday was no worse than the day before or the day before that. The only reason you want me around is to dump on me. Why should I come around at all when you do nothing but swear at me nonstop? Why should I stay with you when you refer to Anrel and my future children as half-breeds? Why should I give a fuck, Mom?”

  “Then leave and don’t come back,” she yelled, her face darkening with anger. “You’ve done enough damage already. Go play with your aliens. Fuck yourself stupid like the tramp you are. Get the hell away from me!”

  “Done. Have a nice life if that’s even possible, you miserable witch.” I turned on my heel and nearly walked right into Clan Aslada. I hadn’t heard them come in.

  Meyso held Anrel in his arms. I jerked my head towards the door. “Either give her to me or take her out. She no longer has a grandmother.”

  He stared at me with wide, shocked eyes. Slowly, he backed out of the room. I followed him and the other two men followed me.

  Outside Mom’s room, Meyso struggled to say something. “Shalia…you don’t mean…”

  “I do. When she speaks of Anrel like my child is worth nothing because she’s not fully Earther, then she forfeits all my compassion. I’m done with her.”

  Aslada put a gentle hand on my shoulder. “We only just walked in. What did she say against Anrel?”

  “Hold on,” Meyso interrupted. “I want Dr. Kini in on this since it sounds like a big emotional issue for both Eve and Shalia.”

  I shrugged. “Pull him in if you want to, but it doesn’t change anything. I’m done. She’s not to see Anrel again, not if she thinks of her the way she says she does.”

  My mind was made up. Mom had gone too far. I would not subject Anrel to such awful views. I couldn’t protect my child from everything, but I could damn sure shield her from my mother.

  We went to Dr. Kini’s office. Fortunately…or unfortunately, depending on the viewpoint…he was in and free to talk.

  I caught him and Clan Aslada up on my mother’s latest round of bullshit. While Aslada, Meyso, and Jaon were careful not to voice any opinions, they looked aghast. How Kini felt about it, he gave no clue. He had his psychology hat on, and that thing never slips off at the clinic.

  He rubbed his chin as he considered the situation. “I understand your concerns, Shalia. You don’t want Anrel exposed to such vitriol, even though she’s still too young to understand what’s being said. And of course you’re worried this wouldn’t be an isolated incident.”

  I finally felt something: let down. Mom had seemed to adore Anrel so much. Had it been an act? Just her pretending to love her grandchild because it was what was expected of her? The thought made me despondent. How could s
he not love Anrel?

  I voiced those questions to Kini. He nodded. “I can sympathize with how you feel. What I’ve found with Matara Eve is that when she’s upset enough, everything and everyone becomes fair game. But in this case, her attack was focused on you rather than Anrel. I sincerely believe she adores her granddaughter and would do anything to not see her harmed.”

  “I still can’t have my child around that,” I insisted. “At what point is Anrel no longer safe because Mom has to lash out?”

  “A good point. I think you’ve come close to doing the right thing about it.” Kini smiled with encouragement. “You’ve drawn a line in the sand, as you Earthers like to say. You have told her she has no right to cross it and demonstrated there are real repercussions if she does so. Once Matara Eve is over this particular tantrum, she will realize she has to choose. Either she indulges in the verbal abuse she finds so easy to use or she works on constructive communication in order to keep her family.”