Stardust, Starlust

by Gabriella Bradley

  Her own body ached for him, so she stopped sucking his cock and stood on her toes. “I want you,” she said, a stream of water splashing her face, filling her mouth with water.

  He bent down, sucked the water from her mouth, then turned her around and bent her over. He spread her legs, and she felt the juices run down her legs as he entered her, the touch of his cock against her pussy causing her to come almost instantly.

  As he slammed into her, she braced herself against the shower walls. His cock was almost furiously attacking her, as if taking out his frustrations with Martin. When he slammed into her one final time, then stayed within her, she felt his cum shoot into her womb and felt if she weren’t pregnant already, she surely would be now.

  Just as Paul pulled out of her, the shower door opened and they were rudely interrupted. “Well, well, can I join in?” Martin’s coarse voice overpowered the waterjets.

  “Martin, get the hell out of here,” Paul growled.

  “Why? This is my father’s room. I have a right to be here.”

  “It’s now Sharin’s room. Get out, before I throw you out,” Paul shouted.

  Sharin cowered in the corner of the shower, trying to hide her nakedness with her hands. She saw Martin’s eyes fill with lust as his gaze raked her body, and she shuddered.

  “Okay, okay. So sorry for interrupting. Just wondered where you two had gotten to, until I heard the screams. I thought there was something wrong,” he said in a slimy tone.

  “Nothing is wrong, as you can see. Now go!”

  Martin left the bathroom, but not before he’d taken another long look at Sharin’s nakedness. When they finally heard the bedroom door click shut, Sharin stood and crawled into Paul’s strong embrace. “From now on, we lock that door,” she said softly. “Paul, I didn’t like what I saw in his eyes.”

  “No. Neither did I. We’ll have to keep a careful eye on him. Maybe Mary can help tomorrow.”

  * * * * *

  But Mary refused to help. She claimed that Martin was the rightful heir to the estate, and though she had no dislike for Sharin, she would not assist them in trying to pacify her son. She’d help him instead claim his inheritance.

  “Mary, you never should have known about Kantassa and that Lord Jackson confided in you, was not your fault, but to reveal what you know to Martin, was a catastrophe. He means evil to us, you realize that.”

  “My son could never be evil. He’s a good lad. He just feels slighted, done out of what’s rightfully his.”

  “Mary, you know the rules. Lord Jackson was supposed to have a child by the woman given to him, a woman from Kantassa. That she died in childbirth was unexpected. He was offered another wife from our planet, but refused her. He could never replace Kassandra with anyone. The only reason he slept with you was to release his sexual frustrations. And after all, legally, according to his birth certificate, Martin is Thomas’s son. Have you ever revealed any of this to Thomas?”

  “No, it would kill him.”

  “Then I suggest you stop this folly now or indeed, it could be the death of your husband.”

  “Are you threatening us?”

  “No, I’m not, but as you know, Thomas is not in the best of health and he’s getting old.”

  Sharin held her breath as Mary took a long time to answer.

  “I’ll try. But I still think the estate should be Martin’s.”

  “I’ll compensate Martin handsomely, Mary. He’ll never want for anything. We are after all related.”

  “I doubt he’ll be satisfied with that. He’s got an obsession about the title,” Mary said.

  “But if he’s really Lord Jackson’s son, shouldn’t the title be his? I don’t mind giving it up,” Sharin commented.

  “Sharin, you can’t. You’re the only one who can carry on the legacy. Martin is unable to,” Paul reminded her gently.

  “Well, Mary, tell him about my offer anyway and let us know what he says?”

  “I will. But, Milady…”

  “Yes?”

  “I fear his anger. Martin has always had a violent temper, and…”

  “Surely as his mother you can find a way to keep him calm?”

  Mary cast her eyes down and wrung her hands nervously. “I’ll try, Milady. I appreciate you wanting to share your wealth with him. I really do.”

  After Mary left the room, Sharin snuggled up to Paul. “Do you think it will help if she talks to him?”

  “I doubt it. How about we go to Kantassa now for our daily visit? Would you like that?”

  “Yes,” her heart sang at the thought she’d see the babies again. “But first I have to call Devon and talk to him about this mess. You go on ahead to the secret room. I’ll be there shortly.”

  Paul kissed her, touched her lips lovingly, then left her to make the call. She’d just finished speaking to the solicitor, when Martin entered the room.

  “So where’s your lover?”

  “Around. What’s that strange smell? Did Mary speak to you, Martin?”

  “Yes, she did. It’s nice of you to want to share your fortune.”

  “I just spoke to the solicitor. Apparently there’s a clause in the will leaving you a vast sum of money. Your father had not forgotten you.”

  “Not good enough. But, I know what to do now. Where is Paul? I want to speak to him.”

  “He’s busy. You can’t.”

  “Good. Then if he’s busy, he won’t notice that you’re missing,” Martin said and sidled up to her. Before she could react to his statement or run away from him, he yanked a wad from his pocket and shoved it over her nose and mouth. She gagged at the strong smell of ether and within seconds she felt her mind swim and the sensation of falling into oblivion.

  * * * * *

  Sharin struggled from a deep abyss. At first she felt disoriented, didn’t have a clue what had happened or where she was, until her eyes fell on Martin. He was sitting on a chair at a wooden table.

  “So, you finally came out of it. Maybe I put a tad too much ether on that rag,” he growled.

  “Where am I?”

  He laughed, his cackling sounded manic, satanic almost. “Still in the mansion. But I bet this is one area you and your lover don’t know about. Very few people ever did. I found it when I was a boy.”

  She struggled to sit up, but found her wrists and ankles tightly bound.

  “No use. But let me help you up,” he said, and grabbing her under the armpits, yanked her body up into a sitting position. He held a knife against her throat and pushed the sharp edge into her flesh. “Now this will make you change your mind and give up the inheritance. Go back to the country you came from and leave England forever.”

  “Never,” she hissed through clenched lips, her ankles aching from the tight bonds.

  “Well, I’ll have some fun with you, and then you’ll change your mind.”

  “If you hurt me, Paul’s fury will hold no bounds.”

  “Hurt? I plan to make you squirm with ecstasy. I’ll show you what a real man can do. All you’ve experienced is that alien bastard.”

  “Martin, please. I’m pregnant.”

  “Oh my God! He’s impregnated you already? Damn! Well, we’ll have to get rid of it. We don’t need aliens on Earth. Don’t you know they’re planning to overtake our planet? I know, because my father told me.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous. How can one man take Earth?”

  “They’re conspiring on that other planet, getting their armies ready. Have been for years.”

  Sharin thought about this for a moment. Could Martin be right? Was this whole charade a ploy for the Kantassians to build an army so they could invade Earth? Were they building a human race just for that purpose? No, it couldn’t be. Paul wouldn’t lie to her. She thought about her babies on Kantassa and struggled to loosen her bonds.

  “Don’t do that. You’ll only hurt yourself. Now that you’re awake, I’ll take you into the next room.” He strode toward her and picked her up as if she were a sack of pota
toes and slung her over his shoulder. The room he took her into was brightly lit, and unlike the stone walls of the other room, this one was plastered and painted in stark white. It resembled an operating room in a hospital. Glass cupboards lined one wall and she could see instruments in them and vials. In the center of the room stood a table similar to a doctor’s bench in an examination room. The back-end was down and stirrups were there for someone’s feet, a woman’s feet. Two armrests stuck out from either side with leather straps dangling from them.

  “My God, Martin. What are you planning to do?”

  “You’ll see,” he said, grinning evilly. He dumped her on the table and produced a scalpel from his pocket and shoved it against her neck. She felt the sharp blade cut her skin and winced. “I had no intentions of damaging you, but the knowledge that you’re carrying his bastard, changed all that. If you make one move, I’ll have no problem slicing your throat. No one will ever find you here. You’ll have just magically disappeared.”

  She opened her mouth to scream, but he slapped his hand over her mouth, the scalpel dangerously close to her eyes.

  “No one will hear you scream. The walls here are two feet thick. All you’ll manage to accomplish is to annoy me and then I’ll have to gag you.”

  After he removed his hand, she felt bile rise in her throat, enter her mouth. She gagged on the acid liquid and almost vomited, but managed to stop. With the scalpel at her throat, he undid the bonds on her wrists and strapped each arm to an armrest. Then he moved to the foot-end and removed the bonds from her ankles. Desperately she tried to kick him with her one free leg, but he was too fast and stepped away from her kicks. When he’d strapped her ankle into a stirrup, he grabbed the other one and did the same to it.

  “Now the clothes.”

  “You’ll have to undo the straps so I can take them off,” she said softly, hoping that he’d comply. It would at least give her a fighting chance to tackle him, though she doubted she could beat him. Her eyes searched the room for an object, anything she could grab to hit him with should he free her.

  Again that manic laughter. “No chance of that, lady.” He grabbed the front of her sweatshirt and sliced through it easily with the scalpel. He continued to cut the material, until he could yank it from her body. Finally, he cut her panties off her body and she lay exposed to his greedy, crazed eyes. Shame filled her as his eyes roamed her body, rested on her pussy. “You’ll not bear an alien bastard, be assured of that,” he growled and walked to the cupboards. From a drawer he produced clamps. She winced when he brandished them before her eyes. “I know what to do, lady. See, I was a medical student for a while.”

  He inserted the clamp inside her vagina and opened it wide. It hurt. Her vagina had never been stretched that far.

  “Damn, this is exciting,” he muttered as he peered into her opening. “I can see your womb.”

  To her consternation he took off his clothes and then danced around the room naked, his cock, very much erect, bobbed up and down with his movements. Had all this been play, she might have been turned on, had it been Paul, she probably would have begged him to touch her, to play doctor, but she felt nothing but disgust right now at this beastly man.

  God, send Paul to me, she prayed silently. Help him to find me? Somehow, she found the courage to scream. The first one that came from her throat sounded like a squeak, but then she let loose. It angered him and he jumped toward her dangling the scalpel close to her lips.

  “Once more and I’ll cut your tongue out! I’m going to have some fun with you first. I must admit you’re a beautiful woman. Your body is perfect. Man, look at those breasts. I see you were immediately initiated,” he said while toying with the crowns above her nipples. “I think I’ll cut these off. They should bring a good price.”

  His mouth came down upon her nipple and he bit hard. She screamed again and arched her body, trying to twist it to remove the head from her breast. At the same time his hand reached for her raised hips and he shoved his fingers into her. She felt soiled, dirty, as he probed and felt, and she was afraid for the tender new life growing within her.

  He stopped and slapped her hard to silence her screams. “Okay, now you’ll know what it feels like to be fucked by a real man,” he told her and positioned himself between her legs, pinching her clit so hard, that she screamed again. His cock rested against her pussy, ready to enter, when suddenly there was a loud banging, the sound of a hammer or something else against the heavy wooden door of the other room.

  “Fuck!” Martin yelled. “How the hell did the bastard find this place? Mother dearest. She couldn’t keep her mouth shut!”

  Just as he ran to shut the steel door separating the two rooms, Paul burst in, a heavy sledge hammer in his hands. Behind him stood Mary, her face white and pinched. Sharin sobbed with relief that rescue had come just in time.

  Paul inched toward Martin. “What have you done to her?” he snarled.

  “Nothing yet. I swear!” Martin yelled. “I was just having some fun!”

  “Never again!” Paul shouted and swung the sledge hammer high above his head to send it crashing down on Martin.

  “Noooo!” Mary yelled. “Don’t kill my son!” She pushed Paul hard so that he stumbled and lost his balance.

  This gave Martin the chance to dash around them and escape.

  Paul started to run after him, but Mary had closed the heavy steel door, her fingers busily working the code on the number pad on the wall. “You’ll not kill him, Master Paul.”

  “Mary, open that door. You can’t let your son get away with this. We’ll always be in danger.”

  “He’ll go away. I know he will. At heart he’s just a chicken.”

  “Open the door, Mary.”

  “No.”

  “I’ll fire you!” Sharin said. “Paul, for God’s sake, get me out of these straps and off this table. And take that metal thing out of my vagina.”

  Paul calmed a bit when he heard Sharin’s voice and glanced between her legs. “My God. What was he planning?”

  “An abortion. After he’d had his fun.”

  “You see, Mary? See what the bastard was planning to do?”

  “He just wanted to get rid of yet another alien being born on this planet.”

  “Oh, and that makes it okay? You adored Sharin’s father, yet he was a Kantassian, and Sharin is his daughter.”

  “He was different.”

  “No, he was no different from me, or from the child Sharin will bring into this world. And now you’d let Martin hurt Sharin?”

  Mary wavered. “I suppose…”

  Paul’s fingers moved swiftly and gently he removed the clamps from Sharin’s vagina. This time, even though the situation was tense, the touch of his fingers set her blood on fire. He undid the straps and lifted her off the table. She leaned against his chest, dizzy for a moment, the after effects of the ether still with her. She had a rotten dry taste in her mouth and dashed for the sink in the corner to drink some water.

  After she’d quenched her thirst, she faced Mary. “Mary, please open the door.”

  “I’m sorry, Mistress. I can’t yet. Not until he’s had a chance to escape.”

  “I order you to. If you don’t…”

  “You can’t fire me. I have a job here for life. I’m sorry, Milady. I don’t mean you harm, but he is my son.”

  “He’ll never leave us alone. And next time he’ll take me somewhere else. And what about the baby when it comes? What will he do to our son?”

  “Yes he will. I’ll make sure of that.”

  “How?”

  Suddenly, Mary looked very old. Her shoulders stooped and she nodded. “I know what to do. He’ll not bother you again, Milady.”

  She punched in the code and the door slid open. Quickly she ran out, leaving Paul and Sharin alone.

  “I’m going after him, Sharin. Will you be okay?”

  “Don’t, Paul. Let him go. I think Mary knows where to find him and I believe her when she says she’l
l take care that he never bothers us again.”

  His eyes were still black with anger, but when she climbed up on the table and put her legs in the stirrups, they softened and anger was replaced by desire. “You sexy witch. Are you going to tell me now that you enjoyed this whole episode?”

  “No. But when he stood there, ready to fuck me, I was wishing it was you, that the situation was one of play between us. Even through my fear, the thought of you fucking me this way…”

  Paul grinned. “Okay, Milady. Are you ready for surgery?” He strapped her wrists down, her legs and ran his hands over her body, resting on her breasts. “Even when lying flat like this, you have the most beautiful mounds I’ve ever seen,” he said softly and squeezed them hard, then bent down to suck each nipple into erection. “It’s hard to believe that after such an experience, you want this now.”

  “Like I said, it would have been erotic, sheer ecstasy, if it had been you. Although you can leave the scalpel,” she said, her voice husky now with the want of him. The danger she’d just been in had heightened her senses to such an extent, she felt she’d explode if he didn’t do something.

  He licked her nipples, then rained small kisses up to her neck, her face, to stop above her lips.

  “You’re my slave now,” he said softly. “I can do whatever I want.”

  “Yes,” she breathed against his lips. “Go ahead, my love.”

  His lips crashed down, his tongue seeking, exploring deeply into the inner cavities of her mouth. She circled her tongue around his, sucked for a moment, then his lips moved away to travel down, slowly, tantalizing, his hands working her nipples, her breasts, as his tongue moved down, circled her bellybutton, then finally rested on her clit. He teased it, until it throbbed so hard, that she thought it would pop out. He placed his lips over her clit and sucked. She felt the juices flow down her clit to her anus as she came and came again. He noticed and his tongue caught the flow of cum. She watched as he rolled it around his mouth, tasting, savoring, then swallowing.