Psyiah woke up in the shore. “Psyiah don’t you die on me!! DON’T YOU DIE ON ME!!” SGT Molo was jumping on her stomach. Psyiah coughed up water as she spit it up. She gasped for air. The team let out a sigh and felt relief. Psyiah looked around fully wet and having a nasty taste of salt water in her. She coughed and spit up more water. “Psyiah… You drowned… You are lucky I feel generous right now. If not I would have left you drowning.” SGT Molo said standing up in his small stature. “You can quit… I won’t hold it against you.” Psyiah spit once more, wiped her mouth and stood up. “No, Sir!” SGT Molo showed a small grin. “I was hoping you’d say that… OKAY LADIES LETS GO!! BACK TO THE WATER!! GET YOUR ASSES BACK IN THERE!”
The teammates looked at Psyiah, “You sure this is safe?” One of them asked softly. Psyiah nodded and grinned. “They can beat me, but they can’t kill me.” The team felt the motivation from Psyiah and charged into the water and swam out as SGT Molo stood there with a shit-eating-grin on him.
“She is defiant. If she keeps this, she will do great.” SGT Molo nodded. “Tonight we will see how much she wants to be here. We start the torture. Early.” The instructors nod seeing the team tread water.
Yelling continued, even before the 9 of us showing up. One person already left over night. “WELL LOOKIE LOOKIE SEEMS SOMEONE DECIDED TO COME BACK FOR SOME MORE!” SGT Molo now in some lighter gear, he stands in front of the 9 and folds his arms. “Seems that you just won’t learn Psyiah… you seem to not get the hint. YOU DON’T BELONG HERE!!” The instructors laughed at Psyiah, “Did you cry all night?! I bet you did!!” The other 9 remained just like Psyiah: still and awaiting orders. “Let’s see what all nine of you got today. LET’S GET TO WORK!” SGT Molo jumped down and began yelling orders, “PUSH UPS! DO THEM! DO 400 OF THEM NOW!!” The instructors yelling at the 9, the got a water hose and began spraying the 9 of them. They kept taunting them and yelling at them.
“OH LOOK!! ANOTHER ONE!!” SGT Molo yelled, as another left. By now it is in the late morning and all 8 of them have gone past muscle failure. Psyiah struggles to get to push up 200. “GO AHEAD AND QUIT! I know you want to… everyone else is… come on… you know you don’t belong here. So just make it easy for us and QUIT!” SGT Molo yelled into Psyiah’s ear. “YOU! YEAH YOU MAGGOT! YOU DONE?” “YES SIR!” SGT Molo laughed. “NO YOUR NOT! I ONLY COUNTED 2 PUSHUPS! NOW DO 398 MORE!” The other tank frowned and began to start all over again. A bell rang. “OH looks like it is time for a break. RUN 4 MILES, LETS GO!” SGT Molo and the instructors ran behind the 8 and began yelling at them to run faster. One of the tanks fell and Psyiah helped picked him up. One of the instructors kicked Psyiah in the butt. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!” “Helping Sir!” “THE FUCK YOU ARE! GET BACK TO RUNNING!! IF YOU CAN’T HOLD YOUR OWN WEIGHT, HOW THE HELL WILL YOU BE ABLE TO HELP ANYONE ELSE?!”
The 7 of them get back from running the 4 miles. One of them gave up on the run. “I bet you are next Psyiah. So why don’t you just quit.” “No Sir!” stated Psyiah. “OH? YOU ARE NOT GOING TO QUIT?! HERE LET ME HELP YOU!” They turned on the hose and began to spray them once more. “SIT-UPS! 500 OF THEM! NOW!!” SGT Molo shouted. “The best part of all of this… is this is just a warm up!! Hahahaha!”
So I ended up turning the stage into a photo studio. I might have it go into a permanent one. Well either way, I totally did a test on the lights and the near by spa… and… well I will let you see for yourself the results.
To someone special in my life:
My love for you is an everlasting flame, never going out, never stopping. It might waiver, it might sway in the breeze, but it will never go out. My love for you is like the flame in the background… never going out. I love you Annimae Nalani, and I will always support you in everything you do. Your happiness is my desire.
The words she spoke brought tears to my eyes and I was literally speechless.
“When a bond between dragons, or a dragon and someone else get strong, there is a rite we preform for that person. Like in times of war, most of the soldiers would do this for there commanders, kids would do it for parents during a big time in there life, and its also used between lovers.”
My owner handed me the knife. It had a wooden handle, looking like it was centuries old. It was hand carved. The blade mirrored the handle. It was sharp and showed no signs of age. The tip was shaped like a hook and came around to a sharp point.
I searched her body for one scale, the prettiest scale. I was filled with fear at first. I mustered up the strength as my fingers and eyes combed her naked body. The I found it. The sun caught it just right and it shimmered. It was a deep dark blue like all the others but there was something special about it. When the morning sun hit it, it shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow, dominated by a brilliant, bright, almost metallic turquoise blue. I had located the scale, of my choosing, I was to remove.
I slipped the hook of the knife under the scale and around the tendon which held it in place. I looked Sky in the eyes and told her how much I loved her, how much she meant to me. Without flinching and in one swift movement I pulled the hook through and cut the scale free.
The pain was great. Her reaction, I will spare the details there of. But know the pain I inflicted on her was great. I healed her wound, stopping the blood. My fingers tingled as they passed aetheric energy through her wound, closing it up. She sat up in front of me, smiling, and asked me to remove my collar. Moments later the stone which once hung in the pendant was replaced with the scale. The brilliant scale was seated in a gold setting. She clipped it back around my neck.
“Happy Birthday Anni.” The words she spoke brought tears to my eyes and I was literally speechless.
My collar and dragon scale pendant.
She has given me a symbol of her love and dedication to me: The scale was selected by me, the prettiest of all her scales, indicating her willingness to give up anything for me. The scale was removed by me, indicative of the trust she has in me. The scale will never grow back, she has given me a piece of her body. The pain was unlike any other, she will endure anything for me. The scale hangs from the collar she gave me. I carry a piece of my owner with me where ever I may go. It is a symbol of her beauty and is a promise of her undying love for me.
My wife jumped me this morning, filled with lust the tackled me and began to fuck me on the bed. She rode me hard as we tribbed. I reached down and pulled my pussy open, inviting Psyiah to cum inside me. And she didn’t disappoint! With my finger rubbing her clit, she came three times, all three times she squirted into my open pussy.
I folded my labia over and placed a wide piece of sports tape over my pussy. I carried my wife’s juices around with me all day. This evening I put them to good use. I removed the tape and squirted my wife’s cum all over her and my master. I sprayed it all over their faces and chests. I watched as they swallowed some and “spit swapped” it into each other’s mouths.
By the end of the evening all three of us were on the carpet having sex and pleasuring each other, covered in each other’s juices.. A fine evening it was!
The Nalanis 