Shalia's Diary Book 10

By Tracy St. John

With Clan Aslada returning to their usual lives and her mother out of the picture, Shalia decides it’s time to give Clan Seot a whirl. And what better way to get to know the seemingly perfect clan than on a vacation cruise on a luxury liner, surrounded by family and friends?

Yet everything doesn’t feel as flawless as the sunny skies, tropical paradises, and gorgeous men would suggest. Even in a utopian setting, trouble follows Shalia. She knows she should be having the time of her life, but old hurts return, threatening to destroy her chance at happily-ever-after.

Warning: BDSM situations, multiple partners

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tracy St. John
• Release date: Mar 3, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370814091

Tracy St. John

Tracy St. John is the author of science fiction romance, including the bestselling Clans of Kalquor series. She lives in Georgia with her husband and son, fending off mosquitos and running from hurricanes. Before settling in to write fulltime, she worked in video production, in front of and behind the camera. She was often cast as the gun-toting bad gal, getting handcuffed in the end. She hopes that hot alien cops will intercept those videos and investigate. Soon.

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BOOK 10

A Clans of Kalquor Story

Tracy St. John

© copyright February 2017, Tracy St. John

Cover art by Erin Dameron-Hill, © copyright February 2017

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s

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December 4

I am officially bored. I have spent the last couple of days doing my best to not whine when I have no real cause to, yet here I am complaining. It’s no one’s fault but my own, but there it is. I am bored.

Mom’s gone, and all her drama is gone too. Our conversations over coms, both live and recorded, are rosy as hell. She doesn’t call me names. She expresses motherly concern for my welfare. She misses Anrel like crazy. She’s making improvements away from me and Kalquor. The old saying ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ is definitely being proven these days. I’m happy for her. I really am. The kind of boredom that comes with not being on her shit list and worrying myself sick over her should be a good thing.

Maybe it would be if I were spending more time with Clan Aslada. They have returned to work. Because they are important people and issues cropped up during the vacation they took to be with me, they are playing catch-up. That means long hours and little opportunity for us to learn more about each other and have fun together. Hell, all three were gone before I woke up yesterday morning. They only came home after I’d fallen asleep in the common room last night, trying to wait up for at least one of them. I have a very bleary memory of Aslada carrying me to bed.

We knew our time would be limited when they returned to their jobs. That’s why they are taking leave again in about four weeks, to be with me without the added angst of my mom. For now, they stay busy. Aslada can’t find five minutes to work on those vid productions we’ve been talking about for weeks. He’s bogged down with legislation and fighting with other government officials.

What do I have? A baby who is hogged by her nanny, Imdiko Snoy. Physical, fighting, and weapons training with three Nobeks who are in and out of here as fast as their duties allow. Servants whose responsibilities don’t include amusing me. I can com Katrina, Candy, Betra, and Oses only so often before I start looking pathetic.

Aslada and Meyso have reached out to the clans they’re acquainted with which have Mataras. However, half of the women are so old, we’re sure I’d have nothing in common with them. One is rumored to be adamantly anti-Earther. The younger ladies say they are eager to meet me, but they have careers of their own keeping them busy.

I have no right to complain. Life has never been so easy or so wonderful. But…boo hoo. I’m bored. And lonely. I haven’t got a clue what to do with myself here in this huge place.

I wonder if I’ve been in too many scrapes to be a normal person who can pursue a drama-free life. Am I actually isolated here, or is it the lack of adventure that’s bothering me? As if I’d want to be kidnapped or attacked ever again! Still, I’m not doing the whole lady of leisure gig very well. As wonderful as Clan Aslada is (when I see them), I need more than what I’m getting right now. I want my friends. I need to fill the hours that stretch forever until a handsome face comes home and smiles at me.

I should go to the Matara Complex. At least until Aslada, Meyso, and Jaon’s schedules calm down and we can resume reviewing our compatibility. Hanging around and waiting for that or for their next break feels as if I’m wasting valuable time. In the meanwhile, I can re-connect with Clan Seot. I can hang out with Candy and the others at the complex. I can play with Anrel without Snoy hovering over us, looking at me as if I’m stealing his child.

I hope Clan Aslada won’t take this wrong, but I’ll go nuts if I don’t return to my friends for a little while. The guys are doing their best to make me happy under the circumstances, but the lack of interaction is depressing. I’m in limbo, and it’s not a good feeling. Heaven help me if I become too morose and drive this clan away because I’m a miserable bitch. I’ll never forgive myself.

Okay, so I’ve talked myself into heading back to the Matara Complex. Now I just have to figure out how to break the news to Clan Aslada. Yeah, that’ll be fun.

December 5

The discussion about me going to the Matara Complex until Clan Aslada’s leave went quite well. It helped that I only had to face Aslada and Meyso with my decision. Jaon ran off on a sudden assignment, tracking down a man accused of trying to kidnap a couple of Earther women. There’s no telling how long he’ll be gone.

The moment I brought the subject up last night, Aslada and Meyso were in complete agreement with me leaving. They even looked relieved, which I teased them about. I see I’ve worn out my welcome.

Don’t you dare joke about that. Aslada’s severe look warned I was in danger of a spanking. You deserve much more attention than you’ve been getting. Don’t think I haven’t realized that. It’s been driving me crazy with frustration.

When we reach our next holiday, the social season will be in full swing, Meyso added. We can introduce you to those Mataras we’ve wanted you to meet. Plus, a couple of clans we’re associated with have come up on the lottery recently. They may have fellow Earthers for you to socialize with.

You need a wider community to enjoy, Aslada said. Another excellent reason to have a Matara Complex in this region.

I’ll add it to our list of motives for the vid, I said. I’m glad you understand why I have to take a brief break.

I’m glad you plan for it to be brief. Aslada gathered me in his arms, as if we weren’t sitting close enough on the common room’s lounger. He gave me a kiss that curled my toes. I’ll miss coming home to you and Anrel, Shalia.

Even if you’re already asleep when I come dragging in at night, Meyso agreed with a sheepish grin. He sat on the other side of me, opposite to Aslada. He leaned against me, snuggling like the universe’s biggest, sweetest puppy. It’s terrific to have you here.

Some people say I’m at my best when I’m unconscious, I joked.

Some people need their butts worn out when they insist on putting themselves down. Aslada’s tone was clipped, but the warmth in his eyes told me he was only looking for an opportunity to do what he and I wanted him to do.

I’m a woman who requires many reminders, I sighed as Meyso lifted my skirt and tugged my panties off.

I’ll repeat them often then, Aslada chuckled, pulling me across his lap. He and Meyso rubbed my bare, vulnerable ass.

The first few swats from his hand were lighter than the usual, the stings just enough to put me at a slow simmer. At first, I thought it would be a playful, token spanking. However, it kept going, the heat and pain building until I squirmed over Aslada’s muscled thighs.

Naughty girl, he sing-songed, the pattering blows raining down without pause. Bad little girl, saying mean things about herself. When you sit down for the next few days, you’ll remember to do better.

The tiny, biting stings had become jolts of hurt, accompanied by throbbing heat. I gasped and whimpered with every stroke. He wasn’t hitting any harder than at the beginning. It was building under his relentless attention, each slap more painful than the one before. Tears blurred my vision of the floor. Yet my pussy was wet, basking in the warmth of my ass’s penalty and the knowledge that Meyso was watching my bare ass redden.

I couldn’t help but writhe as the chastisement continued without any sign of stopping. Glory, it hurt. Yet strangely enough, I felt calm and secure lying across Aslada’s lap, taking his correction like the naughty girl he told me I was. Well, calm and secure if I didn’t count the rising excitement in my belly and the wetness oozing from between my thighs.

I was a mess of warring emotions as the spanking went on and on. Crazy-aroused, yet serene. Safe, yet paying harsh penance. Wanting to escape, yet delighted to remain under Aslada’s hand forever. The idea that I would lie there and accept whatever the Dramok deemed I required, no matter how painful his correction turned out to be, only intensified those feelings. I was his, a creature of utter surrender to his will. Nothing mattered but what he required of me.

Only when my cries became a mixture of sobs and eager moans did he relent. He massaged my suffering ass, increasing the delicious pain and my excitement. I had fistfuls of his trouser leg, twisting the fabric as he tormented me.

There, little girl, he said. That should ache for a long time. I enjoy the idea of watching you flinch when you sit down. The instant you don’t cringe the moment your ass settles on a seat, the moment I realize your reminder has worn off, I’d remedy that situation with another hard spanking.

Too bad she’s leaving us, Meyso sighed. I’d enjoy seeing that. Perhaps when she returns?

Count on it. On her first day, as soon as our sweet baby Anrel is in bed, we’ll make this gorgeous ass red and sore and keep it that way. What do you think of that, precious Shalia?

The idea made my pussy spasm. Yes sir. Please, sir.

Excellent. Now we’ll go to the playroom to continue enjoying you.

He slung me over his shoulder, a relief since my shaking legs wouldn’t have held me up. The ache of the recent punishment and imagining a constant reminder of such made me weak with arousal. If Aslada had asked me that moment to clan, I might not have been able to say no.

He carried me through the massive house with its endless halls and rooms to the clan’s wing, where the immense playroom waited. Aslada set me down on a thick seating cushion in one corner of the crowded room and ordered me to kneel at his feet. I did so, my skirt spread in a wide circle around me, hiding the fact that I held my throbbing butt off my calves.

He knew what I was doing. Down, girl. All your weight on that delectable rear you’re trying so hard to protect.

I whimpered but did as I was told. A hiss escaped between my teeth as fiery pain blasted my nether regions. Sitting would be pure, wonderful torment for a while.

As Meyso went to a set of drawers that held small tools and toys and searched through them, Aslada stripped my blouse and bra away. I was allowed to rise off my poor butt for him to take my skirt off too. Then I had to kneel once more, my rear resting painfully on my heels with my knees spread wide to display my pussy. I clasped my hands behind my back, putting my shoulders back to exhibit my breasts to my masters. I cast my gaze down to the floor, waiting to see what they would do to me next.

Being fully on show while wondering what new torments and delights were to come made it hard to sit still. Just as much as my spanked rear did. But sit still I did, because who knew what kind of punishment I would invite if I didn’t, punishment I wouldn’t enjoy as much? I knew the difference between being spanked for a trumped-up reason like jokingly putting myself down and actual discipline for real misbehavior. Aslada wouldn’t hesitate to make me regret disobedience to his wishes, even the ones he hadn’t specifically stated.

He wanted me to sit on my throbbing ass. Therefore, I would sit uncomplaining and unmoving on my throbbing ass. That’s all there was to it.

Meyso came over and knelt in front of me. He stroked my breasts with appreciation with one hand. The other hand was cupped around something I couldn’t see. These are beautiful as always, precious. I have something special for them.

He leaned down and captured one mound in his warm, wet mouth. I groaned without embarrassment as pleasure slid from his mouth down to my clit, as if there were a direct line of communication to it from my breast. His roughened tongue slid against the hard point of my nipple, increasing the thrill. He sucked, sending a cascade of shivers through me. Meyso worked my flesh hard, making it swell.

He leaned back and eyed the engorged nipple with appreciation. Always so sensitive. It makes you all the more fun to play with.

He revealed what he held in his hand. Two identical items, which I had never seen before. They reminded me of tiny padlocks: each a rectangular metal block from which a silvery U-shaped wire connected on either side. In the middle of the upper curve of the wire, it looped into a circle. I guessed my nipple would fit within that loop. It was a kind of nipple clamp then.

Hold absolutely still, Meyso instructed me. He squeezed the wire, opening up the loop enough to slip it over my nipple, just as I’d figured. He released and it gripped my flesh, sending a silver of torment into my breast. I gasped but didn’t move. I knew the pain would recede in a little while. For the moment, the weight of the small metal block made it more intense than the clips that had been used on me before.

Meyso watched me carefully, a half-smile teasing his lips. How is it? he asked.

Hurts a bit, I confessed, though the pain was already ebbing.

He gave that breast an open-handed smack on one side, not hard at all. More a love tap than an actual slap. Yet as the flesh jiggled, a lance of anguish seared through it. I yelped. It took a moment for me to realize the clip had tightened while my boob had been in motion. I panted, staring at Meyso with wide eyes.

He nodded confirmation. Motion-sensitive. Any movement makes the clamp tighten, increasing the pressure. Now for the other one.

His mouth closed on the opposite breast, kissing, licking, and sucking to make the nipple engorge and jut. I whimpered as he placed a clamp on that one as well.

Let’s see if it works, he grinned. He gave that breast the same light tap he’d bestowed on the first. Hurt flashed through me, and I yelled. That would be a yes.

He wasn’t done with me. He attached extra weights to each clip, metal teardrop-shaped objects hanging by short, silvery chains. The clamps tightened as he did so. I groaned between clenched teeth. I endured the torment as best I could as he played with the weights, setting them to sway. The clamps stayed tight until the heavy dangles finally went still.

Heat pulsed through my tits. I concentrated on staying as motionless as possible. I was certain Meyso and Aslada would not allow me to play statue for long.

I was right. Aslada grinned down from his over-six-foot height. You may go to the horizontal bar, he told me, pointing to an apparatus several feet distant, not quite in the middle of the room.

I started to climb to my feet, trying to keep the weights from moving too much. Aslada immediately grabbed me by the nape of my neck. I love how your breasts swing when you crawl, he said with a dark chuckle. That’s what I want you to do.

I started to shudder and twin stabs of hurt reminded me extra movement was not my friend. Crap. Crawling meant there was no way those dangles wouldn’t swing. My obedience was about to have a hell of a test.

I sank down on my hands and knees. Keep up with me. Aslada’s command squelched any hope of moving slowly enough to keep the rocking of the weights at a minimum.

He didn’t walk fast, but those long legs covered a lot of ground with a single stride. I scrambled after him on the padded floor, my breaths coming in loud sobs as the dangles swung like frantic pendulums. The weight alone would have been enough to hurt. With the added squeezing, I suffered double.

Usually, approaching any of the contraptions in this room of sensual torments gives me anxiety. I was relieved to reach the horizontal bar, among the least fearsome devices present. It gave me hope my poor boobs would get a chance to recover.

Up and over, Aslada told me in a merry tone that suggested he was having the time of his life. A peek at the straining crotch of his well-cut black trousers hinted that if he wasn’t having fun now, he definitely looked forward to it.

I stood up, flinching because those damned dangles kept moving. I faced the horizontal bar, which was a well-padded adjustable rod suspended between two steel poles. It was at my waist level. Up and over, Aslada had said. I bent over the bar, wincing as the weights jiggled and the clamps squeezed. Because the tiny vises didn’t keep the same tension, I wasn’t able to adjust to the pain level. Fresh daggers continued to bolt into my flesh.

For all the torment, my emotions leaned towards pleasure. Sweet prophets, I loved giving myself to strong men who pushed me to submit. I loved their strength. It made me happy at my deepest levels.

Aslada and Meyso took hold of my ankles, pulling them apart so that they could bind them to the upright poles with soft fabric cuffs. Once my feet were secured, they grabbed my wrists, tugging them towards the tethers located just above the ankle cuffs. I noted they could have been moved higher than where they were, but with me, it wasn’t necessary.

Limber lady, Meyso chuckled to find how easily I bent double. I guess stretching is part of your training?

He and Aslada were purposely fumbling at the wrist restraints. My breasts jiggled as they tied me down. My voice came out high and strained. I always stretch after my sessions.

Excellent. I love you bent in half, ready to be fucked.

From the posture I was in, I realized I was going to have a hell of a view of the action that was promised. Though my tits were stretched by the weights and tormented by the clamps because the dangles refused to still, a wave of intense arousal swept over me. Holy cats, this was going to be amazing.

The men had me secured. They stood, and all I could see were their legs and distended crotches. Noting their excitement fed mine. We all loved me being open and vulnerable for their use. No one was the slightest bit unhappy with my position.

Aslada pulled his trousers open. I moaned at the sight of his straining cocks, wet and eager. He moved to stand behind me. His larger member slid against the lowest part of my spine. The other nudged at my ass. It pressed in, forcing my tighter entrance to yield.

Pushing against me, Aslada set the dangles depending from my nipples swaying. The sudden onslaught of piercing hurt distracted me from the slight ache of taking him. Even with their crowded schedules, the clan had not been remiss in giving me sex on a regular basis, even if it meant waking me up for it. They took me as if it was their right to do so. As long as Anrel was not in attendance and it was convenient, I was to accept that they would fuck me when the mood struck them. I wasn’t so sure I would be willing to go along with unasked-for availability every day, but for now, it was amazing to be theirs in that manner. Since they wanted me often, my body had acclimated to being doubly impaled.

Even now, my ass was only slightly grudging in its acceptance of Aslada’s secondary. I opened to him readily enough that he was soon seated fully within. A burning sensation everywhere on my buttocks where