Alien Indiscretions (30 page)

“Any pain in the hip? How is your circulation?” the Nobek asked, running a finger between the loop and her leg.

“I’m okay,” she said, sounding anything but. Her voice was higher than usual in a blend of nervousness and excitement. Rolat trussed her like a sexual sacrifice, making her helpless to anything he might decide to do to her.

He must have heard the emotion, because he chuckled deep in his throat. It was an evil sound that gave Cissy chills.

Rolat bound her other leg the same as the first. She was wide open to him now and unable to move.

Still grinning, he wandered away, going to some shelves where small items were scattered. Cissy couldn’t see much beyond jars and bottles there. Rolat picked up a jar of golden liquid and something that resembled an artist’s paintbrush. She doubted he was going to paint her portrait.

The Nobek’s smile was just as evil as before as he approached her with the jar and brush. Cissy was dying to ask what he was up to, but didn’t dare. She was afraid of the consequences of questioning her ‘master’. Plus she wasn’t sure she would like the answer even if he chose to give it.

Rolat opened the flip-top jar and stuck the bristles of the brush in, swirling it around to saturate them. Then he painted the golden-hued fluid all over her pussy. Cissy noted he caught any drips before they could reach her vulnerable asshole. She shivered to feel the soft bristles playing about her softest bits, especially her sensitive clit.

Rolat capped the jar and handed it and the brush to the nearby Wal. Cissy noted how the Imdiko, along with the watching Diltan, grinned from ear to ear. Fuck. Whatever Rolat was up to, it was something they looked forward to seeing her reaction over.

Rolat rubbed her breasts with the expectant air of a man waiting for something. As long seconds spun out, she thought whatever the stuff he’d used on her was supposed to do, it had failed. Not that she cared. She liked having her breasts played with. The big, rough hands massaging them were getting her juices bubbling all over again, sending warm tendrils of pleasure down to her sex...

Her pussy flared bright with heat. Cissy sucked a startled breath in as excitement suffused her sex.

Rolat grinned. “Ah, I see you are ready. We are going to play a little game now. I am going to try to make you come, and you are going to try not to.”

Cissy stared at him as her parts below spasmed with desire. The warmth had a little tingle to it now, making the very air currents feel good. Had the Nobek lost his mind? With this kind of enticement, why on Kalquor would she deny herself orgasm?

Her disbelief must have shown, because Rolat gave her that stern look he did so well. “Every climax you have means a swat from Diltan’s paddle when he takes his turn with you.”

He nodded toward the Dramok, standing a little off to one side. Diltan stood there with a huge smile and an even bigger wooden plank. Cissy’s eyes widened to see the paddle. He’d break her ass with that thing.

Rolat tried to remain firm, but Cissy detected the way the corners of his mouth trembled, as if restraining laughter. “You understand the rules then. Let’s begin.”

He held out his hand. Grinning, Wal brought him what appeared to be a thick wand with a fat, round cushioned tip. Rolat thumbed a switch and it hummed loudly.

Shit. Cissy knew the trouble she was in right away. Before she could brace herself, Rolat pressed the vibrating tip to her clit.

The soft surface of the thing thrummed hard and fast against her avid flesh. The heat and tingling exploded in her clit. Her whole body galvanized, every mote of her consciousness coalescing on that bright exaltation that erupted within seconds.

Cissy strained and screamed in the swing as climax stampeded through her. She’d barely finished tumbling from the first swell of rapture when Rolat stepped away.

As she sobbed in violent gasps, Rolat turned to the chuckling Diltan. “That’s one. You’d better warm up your arm, my Dramok. From how fast she gave in, I think you’re going to have quite the workout.”

“Fine by me. This little lovely has been a thorn in my side since she got to Kalquor.”

Rolat moved close once more. “All right, Cissy. Let’s see if you can do better this time.”

Cissy tried to assemble her thoughts and her will. She must not allow another orgasm. She was not going to give Diltan the satisfaction of punishing her.

However, her libido had fully awakened. She’d been stopped before her climax had enjoyed its full expression. Plus her pussy was sensitive from the stuff Rolat had smeared all over it, and the vibrator neared her trembling flesh once more...

Sensation blasted through her. Cissy didn’t feel it just in her pussy, but in her entire body. Vicious bliss shot straight up her spine and into her skull. Orgasm ripped through her once more, heralded by her shrieks.

This time Rolat didn’t take the vibrator away. He ground it against her pussy, making her take the brutal excitement. Another lurch of ecstasy barreled through. Cissy writhed in the swing, trying to get away from the vibrator. She was unable to do so, and she rent the air with cries of release.

Only then did her tormentor back off. Cissy sobbed in her binds, her whole body shaking in reaction.

When she could see again, Diltan’s delighted leer was the first thing to come in view. “Two that time. I would love at least five, my Nobek.”

Rolat nodded, looking obscenely happy. “I would be delighted to comply. Here it comes, Cissy.”

She kicked and cried out as the humming machine closed in on her swollen pussy. Rolat took his time about touching her, prolonging the anticipation. Cissy steeled herself but knew the battle was already lost. She could not resist that thing. Diltan could threaten her with the paddle forever and a day and Cissy would not be able to keep from coming. She was too sensitive and the vibrator was too strong.

The vibrator was on her again, shuddering against the tender flesh of her sex. Pleasure swelled, grew big, and then exploded. Cissy squalled as elation had its way with her once more.

When Rolat relented, she hung limp, sobbing helplessly. The Nobek was a demon. Worse than a demon. Cissy had never known pleasure could be an instrument of torture.

The Nobek sighed, his expression damned near joyful. “Lovely, lovely. I am enjoying our game, little girl. Obviously, you are too. What a beautiful mess you are with your body perspiring and your makeup running. So exciting.”

He got her again, renewing her screams. “Oh yes. Stunning, my pet. You’re so wet. Wet and wide open for me. By the ancestors, it’s too much.”

Rolat tossed the vibrator aside. Cissy felt like screaming again, but this time in relief. Yet her reprieve was all too brief. The Nobek opened his trousers, releasing his cocks. Nearly shaking in excitement, he grabbed her hips, simultaneously pulling her close and stepping forward to thrust inside.

He took her hard and fast, just as she’d wanted Wal to do earlier. This time, however, Cissy was not seeking relief. She’d gotten her thrill and then some. Yet her pussy remained warm and aroused, no doubt from the hateful liquid. Rolat’s cocks stretched her with their combined girth, rubbing interior hotspots with ceaseless friction. His groin chafed her exposed and swollen clit.

Climax yawned wide yet again to consume her. Cissy surrendered with a mournful groan, knowing she had no choice but to let it have its way.

Rolat’s head fell back, and he yelled to the ceiling the moment before he let go. Veins stood out on his bare arms as he strained against her, filling her.

“Fuck. Fuck,” he moaned as his cocks continued to jerk. “Fuck.”

He was beyond any other words for at least two minutes. Cissy didn’t care if he never spoke again. She didn’t care if he never moved again. Her guts felt turned inside out.

At last the Nobek revived. He kissed her lips, his body still shuddering in the aftermath. At least it wasn’t just her that had been so greatly affected.

Wal pressed water to her lips as Rolat and Diltan freed her from the swing. Cissy was hydrated but nowhere near recovered as Diltan slung her over his shoulder and walked to another area of the playroom.

Oh hell, she was due a paddling from the Dramok. Cissy had no strength to resist. She didn’t even have the strength to protest.

She found the energy to whimper when he placed her in the stocks, however. First, the medieval-looking instrument was lowered so that she was forced to kneel to rest her head and wrists in the padded holes. Cissy wondered if Diltan positioned it out of consideration for her shaking legs or because it was such a subservient pose. Either way, the paddle was long enough for him to wear her out without having to bend the least little bit to reach.

Before he went to work on her poor, defenseless ass, Diltan came around to kneel before her and look her in the face. His expression was forceful, his eyes intent with power. With a sense of resignation, Cissy felt her libido perk up yet again. Damn that beautiful man and his dynamic personality.

Diltan’s smile was appreciative. “You are a beautiful mess. I’ve never had a woman who would allow her makeup to smear, to let herself look so well-used.”

Hell, was she that wrecked? Some of her hair hung over her face in tangled clumps. Oh no. It was unfair that she should look anything less than her best around this gorgeous man. Already overwrought from all the intense emotions of the last hour, tears came readily to her eyes.

Diltan brushed them away when they spilled over. “No, don’t cry. Don’t you know how sexy a well-loved woman looks? How exciting you are right now? Look at what you are doing to me.”

He gestured to his crotch. His trousers strained to hold his arousal, the seam slightly unsealed. The fabric was dark too, telling Cissy that he lubricated freely.

She was captured in the stocks, incapable of doing anything to the Dramok, and yet she felt a jolt of power. Cissy might be imprisoned, but somehow she was the one with a hold on the man before her.

The moment her eyes turned off the waterworks, Diltan gave her his smug smile. “I believe I owe you five swats, my lovely. Plus, my cocks are eager to fill you. You may be ready to call it quits, however. Do you wish to say
sholt
? I understand if you cannot take anymore.”

Cissy would have preferred to claw her own eyes out over coming yet again. Yet Diltan’s superior expression had its usual effect on her: she’d be even quicker to claw her eyes out than to lose to him. It didn’t matter that she knew he was being genuinely kind and not arrogant. Even his consideration was a challenge to her. She would meet it if it killed her.

She arched a brow at him. “Absolutely not. Unless you’re the one ready to call it quits?”

Diltan chuckled. “That just earned you an extra swat, my headstrong girl. Feel free to keep pushing me.”

Oops, she hadn’t intended to get into more trouble. Eyeing the paddle Diltan held, Cissy’s retort died on her lips. She didn’t dare mouth off to the Dramok when he was on the brink of whacking her with it.

Diltan looked behind her and jerked his head. Wal and Rolat stepped forward into her field of view.

“Rolat and Wal will be right here to keep an eye on you. I know you’re tired and perhaps overwhelmed. The moment you need this to end, tell them.”

Her gaze jerked from the monstrous paddle. Diltan’s eyes on her were searching, concerned. Caring.

For a moment, Cissy was struck dumb by the Dramok’s expression. Where was the pompous jerk who pushed all her buttons? Who was this man, this gorgeous, warm creature watching her with compassion in his eyes?

Somehow, she managed to choke out, “Yes, Master.” She told herself that she spoke with her heart in her voice because she didn’t want to give him a reason to spank her longer than what she was already in store for. Certainly it wasn’t because she’d do anything right this moment to keep that kind look Diltan gave her. The look that said he might feel affection for someone as rough around the edges as Cecilia Salter.

Not possible. But Cissy felt warmth under what appeared to be genuine fond regard.

Diltan gave her a nod. His smile ... a real smile, not the superior smirk that drove her nuts ... never faltered. His gaze held Cissy’s as he moved towards and around her, their eyes staying locked until he disappeared behind the stocks that held her.

Wal and Rolat knelt before her. Their expressions were as tender as Diltan’s had been as they both reached to stroke tangles of hair back from her face.

“He will not be vicious,” Wal told her in a low voice. “This is, after all, about pleasurable pain. But you must speak up if it gets too much. We have been playing strenuously, after all.”

Rolat added, “Do not let pride keep you from calling out. As much as you two lock horns, this is not a competition. Be responsible, Cissy.”

Before she could respond, there was a loud and happy sigh behind her. “Gorgeous from all angles. I am going to enjoy wearing this ass out in so many different ways.”

Cissy thought of that huge paddle he held and her mouth went dry. When Diltan gently patted her ass with a warm palm a moment later, she squealed. Her face flushed in embarrassment. She’d let herself get keyed up.

His chuckle made her clench her fists. “All right, since you sound so impatient to begin. I won’t draw the anticipation out any longer, my dear. Relax. A tensed butt makes it hurt worse.”

Fuck
, Cissy thought.
I don’t think I can relax.

The first swat from the paddle was anti-climatic. It made a soft thud against her butt. Cissy drew a sharp breath at the contact, but there was only a light tingle of pain and generous heat from the strike. She looked at Wal with surprise.

The Imdiko burst out laughing. “I think she believed you would knock her across the floor, my Dramok! You two need to develop better understanding.”

“Hmmph,” Diltan grunted. “She deserves a real walloping for assuming I was out to hurt her.”

Cissy scowled. She didn’t miss that she was a little mad that it hadn’t hurt more than it did. She’d psyched herself out for nothing!

“Don’t worry,” Rolat grinned. “This is one of those things that builds in pain as it goes on.”