Consequences

Journal XXII, Entry #53, Personal entry
22 October/ 8th Shaktember

My hand still stings from the savage spanking I gave Clara in our train cabin. She so casually informed me, well, Cordelia did anyway, of some of the events and happenings that they got into at the Royal Lion and the Drake estate. I don't know what came over me, but a truly frightening monster must live within my heart. I burned with jealousy as that little tart described, in very vivid detail, just how pleasurable it was to make love to the man. Now, I've never thought myself to be the jealous type, but I must admit that, despite what I'd like to believe, the Blush affected me as well. I was warned at a young age what its repression might lead to, and an unfortunate display was the realization of those repercussions.

The girls were giggling, leaning on each other as they recounted how they made a game of tracing the veins of his penis with their tongues as if mapping a mighty river. Drake, for his part, saw my discomfort and steered the conversation back to his theory of Soma, which I must admit has coorelating, if not corraborating evidence. After lunch, I excused myself from the table, making an excuse of checking my notes for any mathematics that might strengthen or refute his case. As for the Mole Men, he advised me to review the photographs, and that I'd see that the mining drill in the them used a combustible fuel engine that ran on refined crude oil. The inefficiency of such a device already makes this claim outlandish, but I note it here so I may come back to it when I am in a more stable state of mind.

Clara could tell something was bothering me. She opened the door, and slid in quietly. "Wayland, you don't approve? I've told you about my cousin." she said with a bit of surprise.

"Its not your cousin's behavior I'm surprised at. Come here, girl." I said. I don't know what came over me, but I pulled her by her hand so that she fell across my lap. She looked at me, confused, as I pushed her dress up.

"Please, Wayland, I am still very tender from OWW!" she cried out as my hand impacted her ivory skin. The sounds of the impact, the pink mark I left, and her squirming body combined to truly free the monster from Tartarus within me. Again and again, I spanked her lovely bum, kneeding its flesh between strikes. She slid her legs together and swayed her hips as her cries of surprise and pain gave way to more lustful grunts and whimpers.

Needless to say, a small audience began to form at the door. I looked at the men in their foppish finery, members hardening in their trousers, and it only fueled my savagery. The degrading things I said to her I will do my best to forget. When a gentleman offered me his belt, I looked down at her bare shoulders, her curly hair spilling out as my spankings knocked her hat off, and declined. I would need no one else's assistance for what I planned to do. I stood her up, and turned her so that she was facing the window. I slid my fingers between hers, and pressed them against the wall.

She whimpered, and asked me to stop, but I wasn't having it. I motioned to Cordelia to enter the room, forcing her to leave the gropes and kisses of the group outside. I directed her to kneel beside Clara, and without ceremony wetted my member in her mouth before pressing her face to Clara's rump. "Put your tongue in it, and I might not invite these unsavory characters in to have a go at you." I said, watching as her pink lips parted and started kissing and teasing Clara's anus. Once done, I unceremoniously grabbed Clara by the hips, and with a savage thrust drove my member home. She stiffened as my member slid deep into her bowels savagely, again and again. I would pull it out, and make Cordelia clean it with her throat until she almost gagged.

As I fucked it, I continued to spank her, and fondle her, and slowly the savagery built in my heart, listening to her pained whimpers I reached around her, my hand at her throat, and I squeezed. Her face became red, not with the Blush, but from lack of breath, as I pounded and slammed all of my frustrations into her. When her legs buckled and her body quivered in a fantastic orgasmic release, I withdrew my penis, and turned my attention to Cordelia. That little minx. All I could think of is how Clara wouldn't be in this situation without the horrible influence of this girl.

She stood up, and I literally tore the clothes off of her. As Clara watched, still shivering on the floor, I positioned her in the doorframe so that one of her hands was on either side of it, the entire front half of her body within reach of the spectators, one of which was a lady who was remarking as to how she'd like to try that to her husband. I slid my penis into her, plugging her hole violently as hands roamed her torso, the crowd groping her exquisite bosum. Make no mistake, her sex was wet, and warm, and all the pleasurable things associated with the sex act, and her conical firm breasts soft to my touch, but it was her excited squeals from my brutal thrusts that elevated my own monstrosity. Still, she wasn't the focus of my attentions.

I withdrew from her, and left Cordelia to the crowd. Clara looked at me with a mixture of fear and lust as I forced my throbbing rod of vengeance into her mouth and fucked it as savagely as a gorilla. Her muffled mumbles and protests fell on deaf ears as I slid it down her throat again and again until I felt my own release building.

I withdrew, and with a handful of hair pulled her up to me; holding her head so her lips were craned upward. I stared into her wet eyes, and eagerly, passionately kissed her. She melted against me, surrendering herself to it as she wrapped a leg around my waist. We did not break the kiss as I entered her again, not as an attacker but as a passionate lover; her hair framed by the passing jungle as I thrust into her. It was in this embrace that I emptied myself into her waiting womb, oblivious to the rest of the world. I held her there against the wall, pouring all of my rage, all of my frustration, into her accepting body; the only sounds I could here were her quivering breathes and the drip of our sexual fluids upon the Lumawood floor.

We laughed, and collapsed into each other's arms. "I've been waiting , and preparing myself, for the day you took me like that." she said, her fingers tracing little circles on my chest. She craned her head up. The crowd was gone. "Should we check on Cordelia?" she asked, gently kissing my shoulder.

"No. I'm sure she can handle whatever comes her way." he said as we heard the unmistakable sounds of fornication and a vigorous crowd's voice of approval coming from the dining car. "Clara, you know we won't be able to be together once we are back in the colony. Unions such as ours aren't meant to be more than a passing endeavor. I wish I'd given you more attention so you wouldn't have acted out as much as you did, especially with that villian Trask."

"Its alright, Wayland. I've come to accept that I enjoy a bit of sodomy; perhaps in some part to his repeated administrations." she said. I looked down at her, and asked what she meant. Over the course of the ride, we both came to realize that our behaviors were based on the words of very untrustworthy man. What a strange world this is when the word of a rapist is taken over that of a lover. Cordelia eventually reappeared with shaking legs, her clothing in shambles and a woman's scent on her breath.

"Not the lunch I expected." she said, laying down beside us. "Should I invite them in?" she said, indicating the couple behind her.

"No, Cordelia. I think I'll rest a while." Clara said, and fell asleep on my chest.