Reaching The Stars

DISCLAIMER: Even though there are no songs or brands of liquor in this chapter, I still don't own them.

CLAIMER: The characters are, obviously, mine. Names used are purely fictional. This story as well is mine, and may only be used by others with my permission.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Phew! This was a doozy to write. It may seem short, but what it lacks in size, it makes up for in content. Read on, and don't forget to review!

Reaching The Stars
Chapter Seven: The Dark Side of Her Sun, Part Two


Everything felt uncomfortable to Christina as soon as the words escaped his lips. The light from the spotlight felt warmer, the lecherous stares and matching smiles from the crowd seemed more threatening, the manacles holding her wrists and ankles seemed tighter. Most of all, the mixture of emotions swirling behind Andarius’ crimson eyes gave her unsettling feelings as well as nervous tingles.

His eyes held her attention completely. She could only wonder what he had in store for her, even as he strode up to her and touched her face. He pressed his cheek against hers, his warm breath brushing past her ear.

“Forgive me, Christina.”

It was his voice. It wasn’t the harsh, intimidating tone that made her blood chill. She wanted to say something, anything, to hear it again, but the gruff words that had silenced her naught but a few minutes ago began to resound once more in her mind, even as he turned away and took a few steps toward the crowd.

She was wondering why when he opened three fingers of the hand holding the whip, his thumb and forefinger gripped tightly around the handle. Her face went white as she realized what was going to happen.

With the most feral roar she’d ever heard, he whirled around, his arm scything through the air in front of him followed by a russet flash. He reversed his swing almost immediately, the whip snapping back and biting at her skin with an ear-numbing snap.

Colors flashed in her eyes and her mouth went dry. The pain was so overwhelming she had to fight to keep consciousness. Aftershocks of that first lashing rippled through her body to her fingers and toes. After a few ragged gasps, she managed a cough as he arced his arm in another swing, the whip following eagerly.

The second strike cracked against her arm, forcing her to jerk it feebly against the shackle on her wrist. Tears came to her face as he lashed out again, catching her in the shin. Again, her limb jerked away, only to be held painfully in place by the cold steel manacle.

Andarius stopped and turned the other way, lashing out and catching her on the waist. She bit her lip nearly to the point of bleeding to stop from screaming. Tessara noticed and stopped him before he could strike again and whispered something in his ear. He sneered and waved Tessara aside.

“You want to cry out in pain, don’t you?”

She slowly stopped biting her lip and nodded weakly in reply.

“Then do so!” He followed his statement with an arc of his arm, hitting the exact area where the whip first left its mark on her.

She cried out loudly, her painful wail echoing off the high walls of the Grand Audience Chamber, making the crowd before her jump in surprise. Her tears ran freely down her cheeks, unable to wipe them away. She sobbed as the whip lashed out at her three more times, once over her abdomen, once on her pristine right arm and once on her left leg.

“Why?”

He stopped suddenly, his eyes wide and threatening. The audience gasped collectively, and complete silence hung over the entire auditorium.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

Andarius straightened up and grinned. “To own you,” he replied. “To mark you as one of us, more importantly, one of my own. You expect to just wander in freely and leave unscathed?” He punctuated his question with another lash of the whip. “I am granting you salvation by forcing you to become mine and enduring this.” He let out another wild roar as he lashed out again. “The wolves before you would dare to spoil one as yourself.”

She looked out at the crowd. Many of the people watching sneered and grinned at her. A few even licked their lips, savoring her torture.

“Worry not, my pet,” he said, his voice flat. “You’ll not have to endure much more." He snapped his fingers and Tessara and two women, whom Christina presumed to be her slaves, approached her and unshackled her. Unable to resist, she was dragged to the very spot where Kimberly was chained and bound. Tessara’s slaves forced her into a kneeling position, bent over with her arms behind her.

“Please…”

“Tessara,” Andarius barked. She finished chaining Christina up and fell to one knee in front of her. One of Tessara’s slaves presented a ballgag to her mistress, who reverently took it and glared the slave away. With fluid grace, she slipped the ball between Christina’s lips, fastening the gag tightly behind her head. As soon as it was secured, Tessara got up and moved aside. Andarius stepped over to Christina, handed the whip to Tessara’s other slave and touched her cheek with the toe of his boot. She whimpered helplessly in reply.

“So beautiful,” he said. He began to circle around her slowly, looking her over. He stopped halfway into his second circle, right behind her. In a swift movement, he cleanly ripped away the lower half of her thin garments. She squealed in surprise at what happened out of her sight and started to squirm when she felt the cold metal talons rake across her backside. She didn’t know if they dug in enough to bleed, if they dug in at all. Her mind began to race with possibilities.

“Is that how it’s going to be, then?” He nodded to Tessara, who handed him the riding crop. He took two steps back and raised his arm high over his head. “So be it.” He lashed downward with the force of a guillotine, the loud snapping sound scything across the Grand Audience Chamber.

Christina’s scream, though stifled by the ballgag, still managed to cast a faint echo throughout the chamber. With a smile, Andarius tossed the riding crop aside and laid his hand on her left buttock. He lowered his thumb, tracing a lazy arc over her labia with the talon ring. She gasped in surprise, as her audience sniggered, aware of Andarius’ actions. He moved his thumb upward, nestling the tip of his finger-length ring at the threshold to her nether regions.

Tears continued to flow down her cheeks as she frantically shook her head, trying in vain to stop him. Stop, she thought. Please stop. No more, no more…

“You don’t want anymore,” he pointed out, “but your body says otherwise.” He slipped his thumb, ring and all, gently into her pussy. Her eyes went wide as she heard the sloshing sound of his finger entering her and felt the cold metal inside her, attempting to freeze the heat within. He lingered for a moment, even going so far as to move his thumb inside her a little, and slipped out of her.

Christina didn’t know what to think anymore. He knew her all too well. In her mind, she was relieved to have been granted some sort of reprieve, but she felt a familiar aching in her core, that near-insatiable need for release. Her body felt empty when his finger slipped out of her, and she knew that his thumb the next time he toyed with her wouldn’t be enough. She dared to look up and met the buckle of his belt for the briefest of moments as he lowered himself onto one knee before her and released the ballgag from around her head with his right hand.

“Do you see the mess you’ve made of my ring?”

She looked at his talon ring, slick and shining with her juices, and looked into his eyes. The wild, crimson eyes stared back at her powerfully. It felt like his gaze was shaming her for even thinking of defying him.

Andarius didn’t wait for a reply. “Clean it, my pet,” he said. “Let me see if you’re adept enough with your tongue to pleasure me.”

She wanted to tell him to clean it himself, but ferocious crimson eyes silenced her. The power he held in his gaze alone, the fear she felt burning inside, mixed with the swirling thoughts of the threesome she had just witnessed pushed her to open her mouth and let her tongue slide along one of the plates of his ring.

He watched intently as she moved her head and slid her tongue onto the curved talon and licked the tip. The briefest look of surprise crossed his features as she took his thumb into her mouth and began to suck on his finger, slowly at first, but her rhythm began to pick up. She moaned as she continued her ministrations, the vibration of her voice coursing over his ring.

He grabbed a handful of her hair and slipped his finger out of her mouth. “Skilled as well as beautiful,” he announced. He stood suddenly and snapped his fingers. There was a loud groaning sound coming from the high ceiling and the chains began to move. Christina felt her body being turned to her left so that she was facing away from the crowd. The groaning stopped as soon as she had turned so that the crowd was to her right. She heard the sound of chains clinking as she was lifted a little bit off the stage floor. The snickering from the crowd continued, as well as a few sharp intakes of breath. She chanced to look and noticed more than a few of the attendants either masturbating or calling their slaves to pleasure them.

Andarius moved in front of her again. He said no words as he undid the zipper of his black jeans. With expert fingers he released his erect member from his pants and grabbed a handful of her cinnamon hair tightly, putting his cock at her lips with his other hand. He forced her face down against him, and she took him into her mouth unwillingly, squealing in protest.

More moans from the crowd began to overwhelm her, and from the corner of her eye, she saw female slaves licking and sucking off their masters, and male slaves fingering and licking at their mistresses’ breasts and pussies. They’re really enjoying this, she thought. She closed her eyes as she felt Andarius thrust in and out of her mouth. I shouldn’t be…

The sound of leather slapping against her skin made her body jerk. Andarius slipped his member out of her mouth, and she gasped for air as she turned and saw Tessara cradling the business end of the riding crop in her hand.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” He looked up at Tessara and nodded. Once more, she used the riding crop, slapping it hard against Christina’s backside.

“Maybe some pleasure will urge you onward,” Andarius mused. Tessara, obviously catching on, put the crop against Christina’s already dripping pussy and started to gently pat it.

Christina managed to tilt her head back, feeling ripples of pleasure shake her. As she opened her eyes, she looked into Andarius’ face, and once more saw Jack’s features in place of Andarius. Jack…

She closed her eyes and resumed her oral work, licking Andarius’ member with the utmost of care, taking him into her mouth, rolling her tongue around him, nearly gagging as he pushed her head against his entire length, feeling him against the back of her throat.

As suddenly as she began, he moved his cock away from her mouth and took a step back. Once more, she was glad to be granted some relief, but the intense lust swirling in her core made her squirm. She felt like she was sinking into it, her consciousness being consumed by the want for release and the sudden need to be overpowered by the figure standing before her. The world around him seemed to blur, though he remained in perfect focus. The relief was swallowed by her lust to be replaced with a subservient frustration.

“Please…” she pleaded in a voice that didn’t seem her own. “Please, Lord Andarius, come back.”

At the sound of his name escaping her lips, the world seemed to stop and stare at her; even Tessara dropped the riding crop in surprise. Andarius stared at her like she just damned him to Hell.

“How did you address me?”

“…My Lord,” she begged again, not listening to him. “My Lord Andarius…”

“Have you come to accept this, then? That you belong to me and me alone?”

She nodded weakly. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, my Lord and Master,” she answered thickly. “Please, come back…”

The smile that manifested itself on his face brought chills to her body. “And now, my pet, to truly make you my own…” He shed his jacket from his shoulders, revealing a network of chains on his arms that ran from wrist to shoulder. Christina licked her lips in reply as he moved past her.

“Lord Andar…”

Her call was cut short as he forced her legs open and thrust into her. She cried out in response and arced her back, savoring the mix of pain and pleasure as he began to thrust his hips with strength she never knew he possessed. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back as his other hand tore away the rest of her garments and began to feverishly play with one of her breasts, his rings digging into her skin.

She opened her eyes to the sounds of sex coming from the crowd. The last of her rational thought was bombarded with visions of uninhibited lust, couples and groups in different positions, groups of men and women, groups of men and groups of women, who had long tossed rational thought out the window and succumbed to their wild and darker passions…

“Yes, my Master!” she cried out. “Please, Lord Andarius, don’t stop…”

She gasped as he drove in deeper, feeling his hips grind painfully against the insides of her thighs.

“Keep going, my Lord!” she gasped. “Don’t stop! Split me in half! Oh God, just don’t stop…!”

Her voice was loudest of all the others, leading the others in an orchestra of ecstasy. She felt him pounding away relentlessly in and out of her, her climax building.

“Andarius…Andarius…” she panted. “My Lord…Master…” She began to call out uncontrollably, gasping and moaning as her orgasm moved ever closer.

Suddenly, she felt his hands grip her buttocks tightly. She felt the pain searing into her backside, she knew that his talons broke skin, but the pain she felt from them was mere fuel to the inferno that was already becoming a wildfire inside of her. She felt his hands spread her ass cheeks as he readied himself and thrust in like a spear, filling her completely and pushing her over the edge.

She felt her entire body tighten, followed immediately by the most intense orgasm she ever had. Her pussy contracted like a bear trap, forcing Andarius’ own impending climax to shoot into her.

The first wave of his seed spurred the crests of another orgasm, and she shook uncontrollably as the second wave brought it on. She gasped and moaned, her head thrashing wildly, wanting the chaos inside to stop, but at the same time calling for the pleasure to continue. She heard him grunt as he shot yet another wave of his semen into her, filling her completely and quenching the need for release.

Her entire body went limp against the chains, her toes barely brushing the floor of the stage. She lifted her head weakly to the sound of boots walking around her and stopping before her. She felt cold steel mixed with something warm and flowing as one hand lifted her chin. She closed her eyes as his lips offered to her the tenderest kiss she’d ever felt.

“Anadeema,” he whispered before she fell into the black comfort of unconsciousness. “Welcome home.”


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Andarius turned to the audience. “She is Anadeema, and she has been graced with the Symbol of Nova,” he announced. “No one is to touch her without my permission. She is mine, and mine alone to command.”

“So it shall be,” Tessara said loudly, slipping her hand away from between her legs and rising to her feet.

“So it shall be,” the crowd repeated. Slowly, the attendants began to stagger away, slaves, masters and mistresses alike feeling disoriented from the orgy that had ensued.

Andarius turned to Tessara and pressed his cheek against hers.

“Take her to my rooms on the top floor,” Jack whispered, “And when Kimberly is feeling up to it, send her to my office.”

“All right, Jack,” Julie said. “She and Alanna should be at the Out Lounge soon.”

“Good,” Jack whispered. “I think I was a bit too in the moment. See to it that one of the doctors gives Christina a quick look over.” He glanced towards the unconscious body still hanging from the chains. “I sorta feel bad…”

“Don’t,” Julie whispered back to him. “She wanted this just as much as you did. I know you were worried, but I saw it in her eyes.” She kissed him gently on the cheek and moved her face away from his.

“Have two of your slaves release her from the chains, and see that she recovers fully.” Andarius turned towards Christina, the ghost of a concerned look crossing his features. “Anadeema is finally home.”

=[ End of Chapter Seven ]=

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Again, totally gratuitous and mindless sex isn't exaclty the easiest thing for me to write, but I hope I managed to get a nod or two. Please don't hesitate to review. I'll see you all soon!