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  “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 obeyed him without hesitation. Breath sobbed in and out of my throat. 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, along with the headiness of being under his and Esak’s control. It made 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 slowly pieced together my memory of Kalquorian anatomy.

  “Um, Du – I mean, Dramok?”

  “Yes, Shalia?”

  “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. It didn’t hurt as he pushed further in. Instead, I got 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 traveled 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’d been tied up and 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 hit that spot over and over, grunting like an animal. He rubbed 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 headed 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 had nearly reached 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 spilled 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 moved 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 c
limax with my leave.”

  I struggled 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 battled 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 held 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 sobbed. 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, torturing me with need.

  “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 is 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.

  September 23 (just before noon)

  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 when it comes to how we were brainwashed into mindlessly hating Kalquorians. Not to mention the vids will clue them in on 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 feel guilty for the fear my work has inspired. Who knows how many Earthers 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. A 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. I swear, I can barely sit straight. Not that I’m complaining. Today’s sensitive butt was well worth last night’s pleasure.

  September 23 (evening)

  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. It’s 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, which he said are 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. It was pretty comfy. We sat there next to each other, our heads bent over his computer. We must have had five different vids up and operating 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 think of justice being served, and the next I feel 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 prepared by then.”

  “Yeah. I suppose you’re r
ight.” 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. 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. At least I didn’t have to feel guilty about Dusa and Esak. They’d made it pretty clear that if there is no clanship, there are no ties. It’s not cheating.

  Still, they were very much on my mind after a moment of kissing 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.