2 comments/ 16039 views/ 6 favorites The Saga of Chelsea Hart Ch. 01 By: hathor0240 Chelsea ran a brush through her auburn hair. The sunlight cascaded through the bathroom window, its light accenting the lighter strands which had been exposed to the sun and heat from her styling appliances. Glancing up, she caught the reflexion of her aqua-colored eyes in the mirror and allowed a slight smile to cross her lips. She didn't often think of her appearance as pleasing, but today she had taken extra time and it showed. Chelsea stood only five feet two inches, but her thirty-six C chest made her stand out as if she were six feet tall. At 19 years of age, she was finally able to put aside the memories of the awkward teenager she had been. Her legs were firm and toned from years of biking and running, but her hips still held onto soft curves. Her pale white skin never seemed to tan, making the aqua color of her eyes pop and the deep auburn color of her hair stick out. Today she had chosen to dress all in white, a color she normally avoided. Her mind briefly wandered to the incident in the high school cafeteria when one of her so called friends put red jello in her chair, on the first day she had bravely decided to wear her white jeans. The resulting stain prompted snickers when she walked down the halls, and one of the teachers to ask her if she knew what her period was. Recalling that event, her face turned bright red and she physically shook her head, as if trying to shake the memory out of her head. She was different now, she reminded herself. With one last glance in the mirror, she twirled quickly. Her white cotton sun dress caught around her hips as she did, exposing her bare sex to the air for the briefest moment. Squaring up to the mirror Chelsea giggled. She hadn't realized jut how short the dress was when she bought it. Her hands ran down the flanks of her body as she smoothed the cotton material back into place. Her nipples stood at attention, even from that brief caress. Yes, she thought, I'm ready. Alex waited in the living room of the one bedroom apartment they shared, growing impatient by the second. He hated how long Chelsea took to get ready. Granted, when she finally was ready, he boosted her rating from a seven to a ten. Alex had always graded women on the classic one out of ten scale, couldn't help it, it was just how he thought. Naked, first thing in the morning, he would consider Chelsea a seven. Well dressed, make up applied, and walking with that slight bounce of hers, Chelsea was the perfect ten. Suddenly the bathroom door opened. "Finally!" He couldn't help but exclaim, venting his frustration. Though when he turned and faced her, his jaw dropped. Her normally curly hair was straight as a pin, exactly how he liked it. The short white dress she was wearing showed off her tight thighs and threatened to expose her entirely if she raised her arms. He thought he might have glimpsed it as she sashayed towards him. "I'm ready," she said softly, almost purring the words. "Where are you taking me sexy?" "Mmm," Alex groaned. "Who are you calling sexy hot stuff?" Chelsea giggled and Alex seized his opportunity. He crossed the remaining distance between them in two steps. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and lifter her effortlessly off the ground. He had only one destination in mind, the bathroom counter. In no time at all, he had her ass planted on the sink. She looked up at him with that mixture of surprise and confusion that always stirred him inside. They locked eyes for a moment, his erection growing and straining against the denim jeans he was wearing. He reached his hand around her back and cupped the back of her head in his hands. Slowly he leaned in to kiss her perfect pink lips. At the last second Chelsea turned and laughed. "Babe!" She sounded scolding. "We were supposed to go out, you said you had a surprise for me." "It'll still be there when I'm done with you." Chelsea could hear the throaty quality to his voice. It was a tone she knew well, and it said she wasn't going anywhere until Alex had his fix. Seeing no other option, she turned her face back to him and they kissed. She felt the butterflies in her stomach as his lips parted and he ran his tongue over her lips then into her mouth. She sighed deeply, contentedly, and somehow hungrily. She felt Alex's hands move from her neck to her front. She felt his strong hands cup her breasts and she moaned against his touch. Alex could feel her nipples stiffen against his hands through the soft cotton. He knew those nipples were perfect, round and pink, easily stimulated. He rubbed his palms against them, stimulating Chelsea further. He could feel her moan against his lips as his tongue continued to probe her luscious mouth. But his tongue was hungry for something else. Violently, Alex tore himself away and spun Chelsea around. His hands forced Chelsea to bend over the sink and face the mirror. "Alex," Chelsea gasped. "What are you doing?" Alex responded by slapping her ass, hard. "Don't fucking talk." He commanded with that same husky quality. Chelsea felt Alex kneel down behind her and pushed her thighs apart, then he gripped her ass and pulled it upwards, giving him the best possible access to her bare pussy. Her ass still stung a little, and she whimpered in pain when he gripped her cheeks. Alex heard her whimper and a sadistic grin appeared on his face. He had a new plan. "Oh baby," he tried to put as much sympathy in his voice as possible, "Did I hurt you?" "Just a little," Chelsea said. "I'm okay though." Chelsea was afraid is she admitted she was hurting, he'd stop pleasuring her. At that moment she was so turned on she really did not want him to stop. "Wow," Alex mused, running his fingers over her right ass cheek. "Your ass is really red where spanked it. Are you sure it doesn't hurt?" "No," Chelsea said, a little hesitantly. They both knew she was lying. Whack! Whack! Whack! Chelsea cried out in pain with each slap. "What are you doing?!" Chelsea had pain and fear in her voice. Whack! Whack! Whack! "I said no talking." Alex was surprised at how even his voice came out. Chelsea was truly afraid now. Alex had never been this way before. Sure, when she was riding him and his erection started to go soft he would slap her ass to make her tense, bringing his dick back to life. At least that was what she had thought. Whack! Whack! Whack! Then just like that, his slaps changed to caresses over her now bruising flesh. Relieved for the reprieve from the pain, Chelsea sighed and let her shoulders drop further over the bathroom counter, unknowingly causing her ass to rise and Alex to get a strong whiff of her sex. It drove Alex to his breaking point. He gripped both cheeks hard and spread Chelsea's tight body as far as it would go. He took a moment to stare at her most intimate place. She had a beautiful vagina, which she kept completely bare. Her labia was the perfect size, not overly puffy or chewed up looking like some. The inside was a healthy pink color. He stared at her hole, if you could call it that. It was really just a slit where her folds met. She had the tightest pussy Alex had ever felt, but he was interested in the feel just now. He was hungry.. Chelsea gasped when she felt Alex splay his tongue wide and flat over her outer lips. "Oh!" She cried out in surprise. Whack! Whack! Whack! "No fucking talking!" Alex's voice was stern but even. Chelsea sucked in her breath, afraid to say or do the wrong thing. She craved his tongue against her sex, she wanted to cry out his name and beg him for more, but she feared the repercussions of going against his wishes. Alex dove back into her pussy, lavishing his tongue against her tight slit. Chelsea groaned lightly. She felt Alex push and pull her hips against his tongue and she was relieved that he was at least allowing her to move. She rocked her body back and forth against his tongue, her clit burning from the friction of rubbing it against the counter. Alex was in heaven. A face full of pussy was one of his greatest desires. If he was able, he would survive only by ingesting pussy juices. And Chelsea's juices were especially tasty. He guessed she didn't even know how stimulated she was most of the time. Something about the scent of her drove him wild, it was as if she blocked up with sexual frustration and couldn't release it, even after she'd cum over and over. But he had different plans for her. Chelsea felt the oh-so-familiar tension in her body, the sudden stiffening in her muscles. Alex's tongue had once again worked its magic on her bare pussy. She rocked back and forth even more wildly against Alex's tongue and face. She was so close now, if he would just press a finger inside her... Then Alex stopped and got to his feet. He wiped his mouth and looked down and Chelsea, bent over into the sink and her chest heaving. "What?" Chelsea felt dazed. "What are you doing?" Alex wiped her juices off his face and smacked her ass once more, so she would know who was in control. "Get cleaned up," he ordered simply. "You've got a big day ahead of you." Chelsea cleaned herself up as quickly as she could. She couldn't understand why Alex had left her wanting. He usually prided himself on bringing her to orgasm as many times as he possibly could. She often felt lucky he had chosen her. He stood six foot three inches, and a lanky one hundred sixty five pounds. His sandy blond hair was always immaculately styled and his hazel eyes seemed to bore into one's soul. Everywhere they went, women turned their heads to stare. It made Chelsea feel inadequate, uncomfortable...until they got in the bedroom and Alex proved to her how strongly he desired her. Today was different. Alex had never been so forceful with her, and he had NEVER left her in the state she was now, pulled away just before her pleasure had peaked. And the spanking...that was new. It left her dazed. Still, she hastily followed his orders and met him outside their apartment complex where she found him smoking. "Hey gorgeous," Alex grinned. She probably didn't realize her white dress in the bright sunlight made her nipples and mound clearly visible. Perfect. "Hey back," Chelsea said weakly. "Are you ready to tell me where we're walking?" "We're not walking anywhere," Alex said, annoyed. He hated how she always said that, "walking." She had never had her driver's license, but Alex had his but lost it and his baby. A beautiful 600 series BMW in silver. On a coke fueled night he chose to take her to top speed on the highway and blew out her tranny. Bye-bye, baby. Then he lost his license when he failed to turn his plates in. Fucking DMV. "I've got a friend coming to pick us up." He said matter-of-factly. "Oh," Chelsea said, not really knowing what to think. Alex had promised her a sexy surprise, she had thought it would be just the two of them. But a third wheel? Now she didn't know what to think. "That's him," Alex said, flicking his cigarette into the bushes. A black Jeep Wrangler pulled up. Chelsea could see a man, maybe late 40s early 50s. He had glasses, a clearly receding hairline, but a thick muscular build to make up for it. Chelsea had to admit, he wasn't the worst looking guy on the planet. But how was he a friend of Alex's? Alex was only twenty-three, this guy had to be twice that. She was getting a knot in her stomach. Alex grabbed her arm and wordlessly they walked to the car. Alex pulled her to the passengers side and opened the door for her. Chelsea jumped in, anticipating that if she didn't she would be in trouble. "Well, hello there," the older gentleman said, clearly ogling Chelsea's nearly transparent attire. "Um, hello." Chelsea replied shyly. She could feel the man's eyes on her but she was still hoping this was maybe an older relative of Alex's. But that couldn't be right, he said "friend," didn't he? "Hey Brian, how've you been?" Alex hopped into the back of the jeep. "Just fine Alex, just fine. Boy, you said she was a babe, but looking at her I think you undersold her." Brian reached over and ran his hand up Chelsea's thigh. Chelsea was too shocked to move. Undersold her? What the hell did that mean? "She's worth every penny," Alex said with that big grin on his face. "Do you have the two hundred we agreed on?" "Down to business eh? I like that," Brian tore his hand away from Chelsea's thigh to take out an envelope from the glove box. He tossed it back to Alex. Oh God, Chelsea thought. That bastard is pimping me to this man! The jeep pulled out of the apartment complex and headed onto the highway. Chelsea's head was spinning. She couldn't believe that the man she loved and trusted was selling her body. And her body was betraying her entirely. Her nipples still stood erect, and the feel of her bare pussy pressed against the seat wasn't helping. She felt lost, her mind a mix of anger and arousal. Brian seemed like a nice guy, his face was warm and kind, but the look in his eyes when he looked up and down her body gave her goosebumps. It wasn't long before Brian pulled onto an exit ramp and then into the parking lot of a hotel not far from the highway. He parked the jeep then turned to give Chelsea a big smile. Chelsea fought the urge to spit in his face and smiled back. It was true, two hundred dollars would go a long way for them. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. She knew she was horny and Brian didn't seem like such a bad guy. Maybe this would be okay. "I've already got the room for us," Brian stated. "It's a suite, hot tub and everything. Oh but you didn't bring a bathing suit did you dear?" Chelsea ignored the way Brian leered at her and caught Alex's eyes in the rearview. He seemed somewhat sheepish, yet determined. Chelsea knew she couldn't back out no matter how badly she wanted to. They did need the money. Turning her head slightly, Chelsea arched her back and pressed her chest out as far as she could, faking a yawn. "Why would I need a suit? " She gave Brian her most flirtatious smile and saw his eyes glow in appreciation and his pants grow a little shorter. "Damned right," Brian muttered as he jumped out of the car. It was a short walk to the hotel room, ground floor, near the side entrance. For easy access, Chelsea supposed. A short six feet from the door and they were inside the room. Chelsea almost gasped when she saw the bed. Two sets of handcuffs, two dildos, lube, and a whip. She wasn't sure what scared her the most. Instinctively, she backed away and headed toward the door. "Grab her!" Brian yelled. Alex grabbed Chelsea easily. She cried out in protest, but it didn't stop him from throwing her down on the bed. He secured her right hand in the cuffs while securing her body with his. "Damn," Brian said, removing his khaki shorts, "She is a hot little thing isn't she?" Chelsea continued to twist and struggle, futilely attempting to escape Alex's grasp on her. With her dominant arm secured, it wasn't much of an attempt. Her body was pinned by Alex, and he easily secured her left wrist. She wanted to fight, but she was beginning to see how useless that would be. Brian stood over her now, his throbbing dick free of his boxers and shorts. He stroked his penis to its fullest, about six and a half inches. Now erect, Brian massaged his throbbing member over Chelsea's breasts, watching as her nipples stiffened yet again. He knew she was getting turned on. "Alex why don't you get her warmed up for me? That pussy needs to get nice and wet." Alex grinned. Brian always knew how to push his buttons. "Don't mind if I do." Alex dove into Chelsea's mound, using his elbows to secure her thighs and make sure she couldn't resist. Then he attacked her clit, causing her juices to flow freely and create a wet spot on the bed. Chelsea moaned and bucked as his tongue hit her clit over and over, driving her closer to the edge with every flick. Then he stopped once more. "She's all your Brian," Alex said as he backed away. Chelsea cried out in protest. Handcuffed to the bed, her naked pussy overflowing with arousal, there wan't anything else she could do to changer her situation. She looked at Alex and her eyes were immediately drawn to his massive erection. It was pressed up against his jeans and looked like it was screaming for release. Then she felt the sudden shift in the bed. Brian was climbing towards her. Her eyes snapped back to the man now positioning himself on top of her body. Brian looked down at his prize, her perky breasts, her legs still splayed and granting him easy access to her body. It looked like she'd given up fighting. He reached down and rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit, then slowly moved it down to her entrance. He wanted her to feel it, he wanted to feel her body surrender to him completely. He looked into her eyes just before he thrust down and felt her envelope his cock with her tight warm pussy. God he wished he'd had a camera. The look on her face when he penetrated her with that one hard stroke was one he would replay over and over in his mind. Such a mix of betrayal, hatred, and lust. He moved his dick back out of her and rubbed it on her clit again, just to see what it would do to her. As he did, it seemed lust would win over everything else. Chelsea moaned. She couldn't help herself. The head of Brian's cock against her clit was driving her towards insanity. She suddenly wanted him, she wanted him to put his cock back inside her. For a moment she forgot how her boyfriend had betrayed her, how her body had betrayed her. She was only focused on getting her own satisfaction out of this. "Fuck me," Chelsea pleaded, using her best little girl voice. Alex's jaw dropped when he heard her utter that. He never thought she would actually go along with this. Now she was begging for Brian to fuck her! Brian groaned deeply then happily shoved his cock inside of Chelsea right up to his balls. He felt her muscles spasm around his cock and he thought she might be cumming, but the bold look in her eyes told him he was wrong. She wanted more, needed more. And he was more than happy to oblige. He pulled out halfway and then thrust himself back into her. Chelsea moaned. He repeated the move. Chelsea moaned again. Brian pounded her as hard as he could. Chelsea let out a series of moans and cat like noises. He started squeezing her nipples as he fucked her, and Chelsea's moans became more intense. Brian finally paused, panting from his exertions. "Does this bitch ever cum?" He asked, exasperated. "Um, yeah usually she's done by now," Alex said. He was getting confused himself. Chelsea usually was so excited she came from the slightest stimulation. Chelsea grinned up at Brian. Ha, she thought, you can have my body but my orgasms are mine. "Why don't you finish hon?" She said winking at Brian. Brian didn't need much encouragement. In seven strokes he felt his balls tighten. He pulled his cock away on the final stroke, spraying Chelsea's tits and face with his seed. His eyes were locked on her face, and he watched as she willingly opened her mouth to catch as much of his spray as possible. His first spurt landed on her left tit, his second over her nose and into her mouth, the third over her right breast, and the fourth square in the forehead, just like a marksman. Brian moaned as he cam and then groaned some more. He couldn't remember the last time he had come like this. The sight of Chelsea opening her pouty lips and accepting his cum was intense. But watching his jizz dribble down her breasts and off her nose was almost enough to drive him to another orgasm. He knew, he was going to be addicted to this girl. The spasms in his dick finally subsiding, he moved up to Chelsea's mouth where he pressed the head of dick between her lips, allowing her to milk the last few drops out. The Saga of Chelsea Hart Ch. 01 Brian turned and smiled at Alex's erect and confused state. "Guess it's your turn," Brian said with a wink. The Saga of Chelsea Hart Ch. 02 **Note: This is the continuation of The Saga of Chelsea Hart. Part Two picks up where we last left Chelsea, bound to the bed by Alex and Brian. This will be the last Non-Consent/Reluctance chapter in the saga, but Chelsea's journey is far from over. Enjoy! ************** Alex took in the sight before him. Chelsea's face was damp with sweat, beads of it trickled from her forehead to mingle with Brian's freshly deposited spray of cum. Her pupils were wide, dilated to the point that her aqua eyes looked almost black. Her nipples strained against the cold air of the hotel room, and she strained her hips downward, arching her back to pull on the handcuffs securing her to the bed. She moaned and writhed wildly. Alex had never found her more enticing. "Well," Brian said. "What's it gonna be kid?" "You said you didn't need me to get involved," Alex was surprised at how even he managed to keep his voice. He cleared his throat before continuing, never taking his eyes from Chelsea. "Two hundred bought you time with her..." Alex trailed off, then turned to Brian and locked eyes with him before continuing. "If you want me to fuck her it's going to cost more. I don't sell myself that cheap." Chelsea gasped out loud. When she did more of Brian's cum dripped from her nose and into her open mouth. The taste of it distracted her momentarily from Alex's words. She hadn't been given a choice in doing this or not. It was Alex's fucked up plan. Now he was standing there acting like she was some cheap whore. She muddled it over in her mind as she swished Brian's seed around in her mouth. She had only been with two men in her life before this; Alex, and her previous lover, Tom, so her inquisitive mind settled on analyzing the taste of Brian's seed. It was odd, the way it almost numbed her lips and throat. She briefly wondered if he was on some kind of medication, his sperm almost had a sterile taste to it. Alex's had always tasted bitter and salty, and Tom's had been kind of bitter, but neither caused the lack of feeling in her lips she was experiencing. Unconsciously, Chelsea's tongue darted around her lips seeking more. Brian caught the movements of Chelsea's tongue and he chuckled to himself. "Alright then salesman," he patronized Alex. "You don't have to fuck that sexy babe." "Hmmmmm!" Unbidden, Chelsea let out a moan of displeasure. She was half mad from desire already, the throbbing in her clit hadn't subsided in the least. If she was in her right mind she would have slapped herself. She sounded like a petulant child being told they couldn't eat cookies before dinner. "But I think she's hungry," Brian grinned widely. "Why don't you help her clean up?" Alex knew what Brian was implying. He too had seen Chelsea's tongue flicking in and out of her mouth like a cat, trying to find more of Brian's seed to taste. Alex didn't hesitate to cross the room and perch himself on the bed near Chelsea's face. He brushed back her hair, the used two finger to scoop the jizz off her face then pressed his fingers towards her mouth. Chelsea felt something snap inside of her. Horny as she was, Alex's comment had still pissed her off. Letting that realization come to light, she felt the rest of her anger rush to the surface, anger she had been forcing down ever since Brian's jeep had pulled up. Without thinking, her right leg lashed out, her knee catching Alex in the small of his back. "Fucking bitch!" Alex yelped. He slapped her face then, hard, with the same hand that was now covered in Brian's load. Cum splattered across the sheets. Brian laughed heartily. Alex felt his own anger roil. This was not how he envisioned the day going when he planned this. He glared down at Chelsea. It was her fault Brian was humiliating them now. Alex hated the sound of his laughter almost as much as he hated the look of anger on Chelsea's face. He slapped her again then, harder this time. Right to left, left to right. Her cheeks flamed bright red where his blows landed, but the stupid bitch didn't cry out. Her eyes watered but she wasn't crying, the only emotion burning through the tears was rage. "That's enough," Brian said. "I like that pretty face without bruises." Alex stood up quickly, his anger simmering dangerously. He wanted Chelsea punished, he wanted her to feel the shame he felt. He surveyed the objects still spread across the foot of the bed. He settled on the riding crop. He picked it up and glowered down menacingly. Chelsea felt fear then. She'd felt so many emotions that day, anger, lust, confusion, but for the first time fear rose to the surface. She strained to look over at Brian, hoping he would stop Alex from whatever he intended to do. Brian only smiled. THWACK! THWACK! Two biting stings crashed over her thighs. She groaned as quietly as she could. Despite the fear she felt, she would not give Alex the satisfaction of hearing her cry out. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK-THWACK! Alex continued landing blows, over her thighs, over her stomach, over her breasts. Angry red welts bubbled to the surface where crop bit into her flesh. Bitter tears, tears of pain formed and squeezed from her eyes every time she blinked. Five minutes into his assault, Alex's anger hadn't relented any, in fact it had grown stronger. He liked the pain he was causing her, somewhere deep down he knew how sick that was but in the moment he didn't give a shit. His haughty bitch of a girlfriend would learn what would happen if she ever dared to fight him again. Alex threw down the crop. His muscles twitched. Chelsea was sobbing openly now. Alex moved with lightning speed to her legs, securing her knees to the side with his arm. Chelsea squirmed where the welts on her thighs met his flesh as they burned with an intensity she hadn't felt when her anger was still peaking. With Alex's free hand, he landed a slap across her tits. He watched them bounce and land back into place. He continued slapping them for awhile, all the while Chelsea tried in vain to squirm away from the slaps. Alex reached up and twisted the nipple on her right breast painfully. Chelsea cried out, reaching her breaking point. "Please," she sobbed, "Please stop..." Her voice trailed off to little moans and whimpers, tears falling continually from her eyes. Her make up streaked down her face, her cheeks were still flushed from Alex's assault. Brian's cum had started to dry and crust over her skin, only remaining wet in the spots her tears had fallen. Alex released her nipple but not her legs. He growled at her, he growled like an animal. The sweat was pouring from him now, and his face was so crimson it look like he might burst. "Let her be now," Brian sounded almost fatherly. He had watched the entire assault with indifference. He knew none of Alex's abuse would cause any lasting damage, physically anyway. With one last grunt Alex threw Chelsea's legs back down then stood up to pace. Brian crossed over to him and laid a hand gently on Alex's shoulder. "Why don't you go use the shower? It looks like you could use a nice cold one." Alex grunted, his eyes glazed over now that his anger had finally dissipated. Without a word he headed to the bathroom, closed and locked the door. When Chelsea heard the bolt clicking into place, she exhaled deeply and tried to stifle her sobs. She had never been so vulnerable and humiliated. Nor had she ever seen this side of Alex. She couldn't say their relationship was perfect, but physical violence? Never, he had never...With that thought another sob rose up in her chest as she choked and gasped for air. Brian had returned to the bedside now, a warm wash cloth in his hand. He smiled down at her, almost apologetically. "I ran the hot tub while you two were, um, preoccupied. May I?" His eyes implored her. She shook bodily. This back and forth, confusion then desire, then anger then fear. She was losing it, retreating deeply into her mind, trying to believe that this hadn't truly happened. Brian didn't wait for her reply, he just sat next to her on the bed and wiped the warm cloth across her forehead. He cleaned her face gently, clearing up the dried spunk and the black smudges that streaked her face. Gently, almost lovingly, he cleaned her up, caressing her face lightly in an effort to calm her. Chelsea was calming down now, but not from Brian's ministrations. Air filled her lungs, in then out, one two three repeat. She was far away now, in that safe place she had discovered as a small child. She was on the lake, or rather in the lake, treading water lightly as the sun shone, its light reflecting off the surface. In then out, one two three. She took a deep breath, then scissored her legs and arms, thrusting herself beneath the surface. She exhaled, releasing all the oxygen in her body and sinking further into the murky depths. She heard noises but they were muffled and distant. She was at peace, even with the realization the next breath she took would fill her lungs with water. She prayed it would be her final breath. She heard a humming noise and looked up above her. A motor maybe? Was there a boat overhead? She couldn't see anything, her vision had gone black. What in the hell... Back in the physical world, Chelsea felt something pushing into her most intimate opening. Her eyes snapped open to see Brian working a small vibrator in and out of her hole. Her pussy lips sucked at it greedily with every motion. The throbbing in her clit was back, and her inner muscles were spasming wildly around the intrusion. Brian looked into Chelsea's eyes. They had glazed over, an almost contented look settling into their depths. Brian felt an inward surge of pride. When he saw her eyes close he had figured Chelsea had passed out briefly. He mistakenly believed her newly relaxed state was due to the pleasure he was giving her. "You like that baby?" Chelsea moaned in response. She no longer felt the tightness in her muscles, the rage and fear in her had subsided. Her nipples stiffened up to their previously heightened state. Brian worked the vibrator in and out, running it up to nestle against her clit on the outward strokes. Chelsea sighed when he did that. She was starting to feel warmth spreading over her chest, her pectoral muscles began to tighten and she felt her orgasm was imminent. He moved the vibrator lower and ran circles around the outside of her entrance. Her hips strained upward, trying desperately to impale herself, her body seeking the release she needed. Instead, Brian moved the vibe upward to tease her puffy outer lips. She continued moaning, her eyes begging Brian to finish her, to give her the climax she was so near to. Brian pressed the tip of the vibrator back into her entrance, then sucked his finger into his mouth, smacking his lips loudly. He pressed his wet fingers to her clit and began to make slow circles, pressing the nub left and right. "Yes," Chelsea groaned. "Yes please, I'm so close. Faster, oh God, please, faster!" Brian didn't quicken his pace. He kept the agonizingly slow circles rhythmic over her clit, and moved the vibrator, never fully plunging it into Chelsea's body. His cock was growing again. He wanted to watch her cum, but his own need was weighing on his mind. Brian removed the vibrator, but never ceased his circles on Chelsea's clit. With one hand free, Brian began stroking his erection, bringing it to full hardness before long. Chelsea's hips pressed wildly against Brian's finger, she was out of control, desperate to finally reach her climax. Brian replaced his finger with his tongue. He lapped at her pussy loudly, like a dog drinking water from a bowl. "Oh!" Chelsea cried in surprise. Hmm, she thought. That's...different. Brian groaned deeply , drinking as much of her juice as possible. His erection grew larger and she could feel it pressing against her leg. GOD DAMN IT!! Chelsea's brain screamed. He thinks I came already. Chelsea moaned loudly in frustration, which Brian read as the throes of orgasm. He groaned into her pussy, his ego swelling even more. "Oh, fuck.." Chelsea's voice was high pitched, not from pleasure, from the agony in her pussy. She was a wildfire, scorching hot, and the fireman had given up on putting her out. "Oh yes honey," Brian finally ceased his uninspired cunnilingus. "Open your mouth babe, stick your tongue out for me." Chelsea did as he bid her. He moved his face next to hers and to her shock he sucked on her tongue as if it were a penis. She found this just as strange and unsatisfying as his oral attention. She could taste her muskiness in his mouth, and she had to say she didn't mind that She did find herself yet again just wanting this ordeal to be over with. She pulled her tongue away from his hungry mouth. "Can I suck you off?" She used her daddy's-little-girl voice. Brian hurriedly straddled her chest and pressed his cock between her waiting lips. She lavished the head of it with her tongue, flicking the sensitive spot under the head then swirling around the tip of it. "Oh that's good," Brian exclaimed. "You're so fucking good. Yes baby, tease my head, I love it. Open wider baby, I'm going to fuck your mouth now." Chelsea did open wide, but more from surprise than obedience. She had never let a man take the pace while she was blowing them, she had always set it. She knew she was able to deep throat, but she wasn't sure what it would feel like to have her throat fucked. Brian pressed himself as deeply into her as he could, all five and a half inches. Chelsea didn't mind the length, but it was just so wide. She was glad she didn't have an overly sensitive gag reflex. Luckily Brian didn't keep his cock buried in her throat. Instead he pulled out and stroked slowly in and out, allowing Chelsea to suck her cheeks in and provide a tight wet passageway. "Oh fuck!" Brian cried. He quickened his pace. Chelsea didn't gag, she just kept her mouth as tight as she possible, praying for it to be over. Brian couldn't believe how close he was already. It had been years since he had recovered this quickly. He never would have imagined this little treasure of a girl would bring him to two orgasms in an hour. He felt his balls tighten as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, enjoying the feel of them slapping against her chin. "Here it comes baby," He looked down into her eyes. "Here it comes baby, take my cum, take my cum, OHHHHH ughhh..." He pushed his dick as far down her throat as he could reach, and Chelsea could feel it twitching and pulsing deep inside her. She felt globs of it slipping down, he had cum with such force and so deeply she didn't even need to swallow. Thanks to her meditation techniques, she didn't panic as he left his cock stuffed in her, preventing her from breathing. The twitching finally ceased and Brian extricated his cock. Chelsea breathed deeply. She couldn't taste him, but she felt the same numbing sensation she had earlier. Weird. The whole day was weird. Life was weird. She was tired. She couldn't process anymore. She wanted a drink. Not water, stronger. Liquor...or ammonia. Either one would do. Brian smiled and began to unlatch her cuffs. She had lost feeling in her hands awhile back and she almost forgot she had them. When they dropped from the bedposts the painful tingling reminded her that yes, they were in fact still there. Alex emerged from the bathroom now. His anger had vanished, all that remained was a very deep sense of guilt. He saw Brian smiling and his dick looked like it had undergone some fresh use. Oh well, Alex supposed. Guess he had to get his money's worth. "I think we're ready to leave," Alex said in a tone that left no room for argument. Brian smiled at him. "Sure, let's just give Chelsea a minute to gather herself then I'll take you guys home. Alex can we have a word in the car?" "Alright," Alex said, his eyes narrowing suspiciously at Chelsea. She understood what that look meant...don't fucking think about running off. Brian sensed the tension, and he chuckled as he put his khakis back on. "Don't worry about her," Brian said reassuringly, so convinced was he that he had given Chelsea a powerful orgasm. "I'll be along in a minute," Chelsea said somewhat wearily. "There's a good girl!" Brian beamed and caressed one of her breasts. Chelsea smiled at him weakly and rose to find her dress. "Come on then Alex, let's give the lady some privacy." Alex only sneered at her and headed out of the room, Brian trailing behind him. The door closed behind them and Chelsea felt pulled in so many directions. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream, she wanted to break the mirror and slash her wrists, but more than anything, she wanted to lay down on the bed and use that vibrator to finally release the tension that had been building since Alex had teased her in the privacy of their bathroom. She sank to her knees, completely at a loss. In, then out. One, two, three... The Saga of Chelsea Hart Ch. 03 Note We meet Chelsea as she deals with her unexpected circumstance. ***** In Brian's Jeep, Alex shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Brian's proposal made sense, it made too much sense. They needed money, and Brian was offering a substantial amount, with the promise of more. Still, Alex didn't feel comfortable with it. Today hadn't gone as expected, he doubted Chelsea ever wanted to see Brian again. Hell, she might just decide to leave. "Okay," Alex finally decided. "Five hundred dollars a week. She doesn't see anyone else except for me, and I always use a condom." Brian grinned, clearly satisfied that Alex had made the right decision. "What about Chelsea? Do you think she'll go along with this?" Brian asked. "I'll make sure she does," Alex said cryptically. At that moment, the rear left door of the jeep opened and Chelsea took her seat behind Brian. Without a word, she buckled in and folded her hands across her lap. Her face was still red from Alex's slaps, but it was fading rapidly. Chelsea looked subdued, her gaze focused on a squirrel that skittered around the hotel's side lawn. Despite her calm demeanor, Alex could still smell the pungent sent of her arousal. He felt rage stirring inside him, mixed with bewilderment. Didn't she ever get enough? "Well, there's that beautiful lady," Brian said with a smile. "Here I am," Chelsea echoed, not meeting Brian's eyes in the mirror, not sensing Alex's anger. She just continued her demure stare out the window. "Alex and I have reached an agreement," Brian started. "Oh, is that right?" His statement captured her attention, and she finally met his stare. "Yes," Brian continued, "You and I will be meeting once a week. Just us. I'll take you out, we'll have some fun, and you'll go home with five hundred dollars. There are some rules, though." "Okay," Chelsea's gaze dropped to her feet. "What are the rules?" "You have to promise me you'll never sell yourself to anyone else. Chelsea, look at me. Look directly into my eyes." Chelsea looked at Brian, who was straining to turn around in his seat and face her, but not quite managing since he'd left himself buckled. To compensate, he had his head twisted at an awkward angle. She would have smirked if Brian didn't look so deadly serious. So she kept her face blank and obediently looked at his bulging eyes. "I will never sell myself to anyone else," she pledged. "You will not sleep with anyone else except for Alex. Not for money, not for fun. When you do fuck Alex, you make sure he wears a condom. You got it?" "Okay," she replied uneasily. "No one except for you and Alex. Alex always wears a condom. I can do that." Alex had the worst migraine of his life. He felt sick to his stomach. The blood rushing behind his ears made the exchange between Chelsea and Brian hard to hear, but somehow he followed. Chelsea had agreed. She was going along with Brian's plan. His head swam. He hadn't expected Chelsea to accept this so readily. Could she be lying? Nothing in her face betrayed her, she looked calm, but maybe a little confused. "Okay then!" Brian turned in his seat and shifted the Jeep into drive. As before, they rode out the drive from the hotel to the apartment complex in silence. When the Jeep finally pulled up, Chelsea and Alex jumped out hastily. Brian immediately rolled down his window and called for Chelsea to come back. Alex didn't even look back. Chelsea saw Alex's long strides toward their building and she let out a small sigh before returning to Brian's window. "I just wanted you to know, I'm sorry he was so rough with you. Is he always like that?" Brian asked. "No," Chelsea said immediately. "I've never seen him behave that way." "Well, don't you worry love." Brian reached out and stroked her face. Chelsea leaned in to his caress, desperate for comfort as she was. "Things will get real easy for you, real soon. I'll pick you up Wednesday at two. Okay?" "Okay," Chelsea said with a small smile. "Wednesday at two." Brian leaned in then and kissed her lips, poking his tongue into her mouth and exploring it. She returned his kiss with a passion that surprised both of them. "Mmmm," Brian moaned when they broke apart. "You're a good kisser, I like that!" Chelsea found herself giggling as she turned away. She made sure to sway her hips a little as she walked to her front door. Brian didn't pull away, he just took in the sight of Chelsea's rear end bouncing with each step. He was very pleased with the view, and he prayed he would get to drink it in time and time again. Inside the apartment, Alex was in a frenzied state. He had watched Chelsea and Brian's exchange from the window and it infuriated him. That's it, he thought. Brian's going to steal her away from me because he thinks he's a fucking big shot. Well, you still have to pay for it buddy. I don't. I can get it for free you stupid fuck. The front door opened and Alex broke from his pacing. He turned to the door, trying to urge the fire into his eyes. He was going to put Chelsea in her place. He would make her see that he owned her, Brian just rented her. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Chelsea whirled and screamed at him as soon as she had locked the door. Alex was too shocked to answer. "That's your idea of a romantic surprise? You are insane. You do know what today was don't you?" Her pitch had raised higher and higher, it sounded like she was screeching in his ears. "Of course I fucking know!" He shouted back at her, automatically responding to her anger and intensity. "Then tell me," she deadpanned him. "What was so important about today?" Alex sighed and his voice broke as he responded. "It's our anniversary. One year today." Chelsea just shook her head in anger. He knew...he fucking knew what this day was. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. She saw the anger burning in his eyes, and she didn't care. She had the right to be angry after what he had put her through. "Exactly. So when we woke up this morning and you told me you had a romantic surprise..." Her voice broke as tears sprang to her eyes. "My God Alex, what the hell were you thinking?" Alex didn't answer, he just glowered and felt the twitch in his jaw. "No," Chelsea said. "You don't get to stand there and close your lips. What the fuck were you thinking? Was I supposed to enjoy that? What he did to me, what you did to me? Tell me." Silence permeated the room like bad cologne. The air was dense, and the tension between Alex and Chelsea was so permeable you could have cut it with a spork. "I-I just can't do this right now," Alex said. "I'm leaving." Alex walked toward the door, but Chelsea didn't move. "Where are you going?" Chelsea asked. "I don't know," Alex said exasperated, the pounding in his head growing stronger every second. "You're not going anywhere," Chelsea demanded, throwing her body against the door with a thump. "Yes, I'm going," Alex said moving towards Chelsea. His idea was to pick her up and move her out of the way, but Chelsea managed to surprise him. When Alex reached out to lift her out of the way, Chelsea jumped into his arms and threw her weight into his upper body. Off balance, Alex stumbled into the wall. Their combined weight broke the sheet rock and made a hole, roughly three feet in diameter. Chelsea landed on top of Alex, pressing him down into the wall. "Fuck!" Alex screamed. He stood up despite Chelsea's weight bearing down on him, and wrapped his hands around her throat. "Calm the fuck down!" Alex screamed, squeezing tighter and blocking Chelsea's air flow. It took a minute and a half for Chelsea to lose consciousness. Alex laid her down, maintaining pressure until he had her laid out flat. Once she was on the ground, he removed his hands and slipped out the door. He knew he hadn't killed her, just gave her an involuntary nap. He realized he had to leave, if he stayed and she woke up angry, he might kill her. Two minutes later, Chelsea awoke with a start, dazed. She was on the floor, there was a hole in the wall, her throat hurt...Then after seeing the hole and feeling the oxygen returning to her brain, she recalled the events leading up to her predicament. Alex had left, she knew. Despite everything that had transpired she felt scared. She hated being alone. It weighed on her heavily. She managed to stand up, but fell again as she put her hand into the hole that had once been the wall. The doorbell rang and Chelsea froze, splayed out on the floor. "Chelsea?" she heard a man's voice call. "It's me, it's Dom." Chelsea breathed a sigh of relief. Dom lived on the floor above their apartment, technically the apartment directly above theirs. He was a nice guy, he had been over for visits many times, but constantly complained about how loud they were during sex. Chelsea had been frightened that someone had called the cops during the exchange. Opening the door, Chelsea started to say, "I'm sorry for the noise-" Dom cut her off with a hug. "Shut up Chelsea." He said affectionately. "I heard everything." Chelsea breathed a sigh of relief and rested her head on Dom's shoulder. Dom had been her pseudo-older brother ever since she and Alex had moved in. He was a larger than any average man, at two hundred pounds for his five feet five inch frame. He was always warm and empathetic. the latter of which Chelsea was grateful for in that moment. "Dom," She cried. "I fucked up, I fucked up bad." "No, no honey," Dom said as he pulled her in tightly. He examined the hole in the wall, it explained the loud thud then crash he had heard. He reluctantly unwrapped Chelsea's arms from his shoulders and glanced with meaning at the wall. "Did he do that?" He looked deeply into her eyes. "N-No," Chelsea stammered, not dropping his gaze. "I did that." She was so serious he couldn't help but laugh. She stomped her foot indignantly. "What's so funny about that?" She huffed. "Nothing," Dom said, chuckling. "I just wish I could have seen that smug bastards face when you put him through a wall." She smacked his arm playfully, but her eyes remained serious. "He left you know." She looked at him imploringly. "Where do you think he went?" "In words spoken by a greater man than I. 'Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.'" He waited for Chelsea's giggles to die down before gathering her in his arms again. "I'm just happy you're okay sweetheart." She shook in his arms at that statement. "You are okay aren't you?" He whispered against her hair, that gorgeous hair that looked like it had been kissed by strawberries. He felt his hands running circles over her shoulder blades, and he willed himself not to pop a boner against her. He knew she needed comfort, but he was very attracted to her, yet he wasn't going to take advantage of the poor girl. "I'm okay." She said convincingly. He wasn't sure if she was trying to convince him or herself. She broke away then and wiped the tears from her eyes. He hated how beautiful she looked when she cried. "So," she started, "Would you like a drink? I have a few beers, some vodka in the freezer." "No, I have something for you, just give me a minute to go grab it, okay?" CHelsea nodded and smiled. "Guess I'm going to put on something a little more...comfortable." Dom smiled. "Aw, but you look great how you are." Chelsea swatted his arm. "Shut up." With that she turned and headed to her bedroom to change. He noted the briskness of her pace, the methodic way she walked away from him. It was clear to him that she didn't consider him in a romantic sense. He accepted that, she was so beautiful and kind he was happy just to be in her presence. She made him laugh and smile, she was smart to boot. He never got bored with Chelsea around. Finally he turned to the door and headed up the stairs to his apartment. He had been saving this bottle for a special occasion, but he couldn't think of anything more special then having Chelsea to himself for an evening. Smiling, he released his prized possession from the fridge. Johnnie Walker Black, full litre, never opened. It had been his graduation present from college. He had never tasted it. He bought handles of Johnnie Red on the regular, but the black felt special. He couldn't wait to share it with Chelsea. She was so fascinating, so innocent and worldly at the same time. He hastily returned to her apartment. He rang the bell and the door opened automatically, since she was waiting for him. He was mildly disappointed to find her in shorts and a tee shirt, he thought by more comfortable she meant more sexy. Not that he was complaining. She always looked fantastic. "Johnnie!" He exclaimed. "Hmm," she said, pressing a finger to her lips. "I have a password now?" "Um, no...I just was showing you..." "Too late!" she exclaimed. "Johnnie is the password. You may enter, this time." She shifted her eyes from side to side for emphasis. Dom just laughed. It was going to be a great night. Chelsea grabbed two glasses and put ice cubes in each. Dom poured his Johnnie over the two cups, filling them about three quarters of the way. They talked and talked, Chelsea laughing and smiling, contributing her own jokes now and then. Inevitably, when the conversation stilled, she would look down to her feet then take a sip. After an hour and two glasses, it was apparent she was becoming very intoxicated. "He's just such a bastard!" She cried. "Who does that on their anniversary?" Dom just shook his head. He knew how drunk Chelsea was, but he knew she wasn't wrong about Alex. The guy was a straight up loser. Irritable, condescending, mean..he really didn't know what she saw in him. Chelsea sighed suddenly, and stretched out on the couch. While she stretched, her shorts inched higher and higher up her thighs. Alex drank in the sight of those creamy thighs, imagining the bounty that lay just north of them. "You want me don't you?" Chelsea said suddenly. "I'm not going to lie to you Chelsea," Dom breathed in deeply. "You are extremely attractive and you have the most amazing personality. Of course I want you." He exhaled, steadying himself. "I don't want to take advantage of you," he continued emphatically. "I can see how vulnerable you are right now. I don't want to do something that you'll end up regretting." Chelsea sat up straight at that, and look over at Dom. "How could I regret something that I want so very much?" Dom's jaw dropped, shocked at what Chelsea had said, Could it be, she really wanted him too? Chelsea crossed the short distance from the couch to the chair where Dom was sitting. Even in a plain tee and shorts, she oozed sensuality. She sat in his lap facing away from him, then reached back to caress his neck and shoulders, giving him a spectacular view of her slim body and large breasts. He didn't touch her, he was afraid. Until she reached back and moved his hands to her ample breasts. "Mmm.." She moaned with pleasure as she felt his hands cup them, then reach underneath her shirt and bra. "I'm not vulnerable," she breathed into his ear, with a confidence she didn't know she possessed. "I need this, I need you. You look out for me, you take care of me. I want you-oh!" Chelsea exclaimed as Dom leaned around her body. Chelsea stripped her bra and shirt, giving Dom easy access to suck in one of her gorgeous nipples. They're perfect, Dom thought as he pulled the tiny pink bud into his mouth. Two perfectly even C cups, with medium sized pink nipples at the tips. These are the breasts mean dream about. Chelsea writhed under Dom's lips and tongue. She had been horribly aroused all day and now, with a man she knew she could trust, she allowed her barriers to break down. Dom's tongue flicked the tip of her nipple as he sucked the skin around it into his mouth. Her nipple engorged, the blood rushing to the site where Dom's lips had attached themselves. Chelsea was in heaven and hell. She wanted more. "Oh," she cried as she felt Dom's free hand caressing her other breast. "Let's do something else." Dom groaned audibly when she pulled away from him. Then Dom groaned for a different reason when he saw Chelsea kneel down and put her hands to his zipper. She freed his cock in seconds, but it refused to grow hard. It just lay there, limply, despite the arousal Dom felt and the sight of Chelsea's spectacular breasts heaving up and down while she stroked his cock. "Mmm," Chelsea licked her lips and groaned, undeterred by the state of him. "Looks like you want me to work for it, don't you?" Dom was torn. He couldn't fathom the reason for his softness. Yeah, it had been awhile, but in front of him was the most beautiful girl he had ever pictured. He should be raging! "Don't stress babe," Chelsea said. "I've wanted this for so long now, I'll make sure we both get what we want." At that, she lowered her head down to his balls. Dom could feel her breath heating him. After his balls had been warmed sufficiently, Chelsea traced a line with the tip of her tongue from the seam of his balls to the tip of his dick,never stopping, just keeping her tongue soft yet stiff at the same time. Dom moaned, he had never experienced anything like this. He had experienced a few hasty blow jobs, but it seemed Chelsea truly enjoyed what she was doing to him. When her tongue reached his tip, she made circles around his head, taking care to flick his sensitive spot just underneath where it began. Dom was lost in pleasure and he didn't care. Chelsea's tongue and lips were caressing him to heights of pleasure he didn't know existed. He was tempted to bury his cock in her throat with one deep thrust but somehow he managed to hold back. He was enjoying her exploration and he got the sense she was enjoying it too. Chelsea pulled back after a moment. She was completely naked. Dom breathed in and out deeply, his eyes glazed over as he watched the beautiful woman in front of him stand and reveal her bare pussy. He was greeted by the sight of her bald pussy, no hair at all, even lips meeting between the center of her legs. His cock finally grew to full hardness. "Chelsea," Dom breathed in and out. "You're so damned beautiful." CHelsea started to giggle, but it was quickly stifled by Dom's lips over hers. Chelsea returned his kiss, as it was full of passion and warmth. She relished this moment, it was so different from what she had experienced earlier in her day. Dom's arms circled her back and pulled her closer to him. Chelsea moaned into Dom's mouth. She even went so far as to press her tongue between his lips and explore him further. She was extremely turned on, his kiss was warm, supple, in a way that she hadn't experienced from Brian or Alex. As much as Chelsea enjoyed Dom's kiss, she broke away and lowered herself to the ground, turning her body to face him as she unsheathed his cock. She was hungry to please him, Dom had never been crude to her, always kind and warm. She wanted to show him how kind and warm her mouth could be. Dom could only sit back and groan when Chelsea enveloped his cock between her lips. She was so eager as she swallowed his entire length, then sucked in her cheeks and dragged her lips up to the tip of his cock. Dom was in heaven, writhing as Chelsea repeated her process. Eventually, Dom put his hands over the back of Chelsea's head, but he didn't force her head down. Instead he eased her off his cock. "Did I do something wrong?" Chelsea implored, her eyes full of questions. "No," Dom smiled. "You are amazing." Chelsea looked even more confused. "Just let me give you a little of what you gave me," Dom said, encouraging Chelsea up off her feet and laying her back onto the couch. Chelsea laid back completely naked, legs splayed and her bare pussy exposed. Dom had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life. Her right leg hooked over the edge of the sofa, and her left hung down to the ground, her knee almost pressing into the ground. He couldn't believe her flexibility. She seemed fully relaxed. Dom couldn't restrain himself. The Saga of Chelsea Hart Ch. 04 We last left Chelsea after an encounter with her neighbor Dom. The next part of her story involves an extraterrestrial encounter. The chapter ended somewhat early, but there will be plenty to make up for it! ***** Chelsea's blue eyes fluttered open, and her eyelids continued to move with the pounding in her head. She lay on the sofa for awhile, her mind becoming awake as she took in her surroundings. It hurt to force her lids open; after the crying and drinking she had done earlier in the evening she was dangerously dehydrated. She lurched her body up into a sitting position and felt the ooze of liquid sluice out of her pussy. Dom, she thought. Her stomach roiled as she stood up and stumbled to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in time. When she had finished releasing the contents of her stomach, she started up a cold shower. She disrobed, then stood in front of the mirror as she had in the morning, back when her day had been full of promise. Back when she had been so completely infatuated with Alex, so trusting when he had said there would be a romantic surprise for her. She looked at her reflection and almost threw up again. She was a mess to say the least. Her hair was stuck to one side of her head from when she had cried herself to sleep on the sofa. Black streaks of mascara marred her cheeks, which were flush bright red. They were nothing compared to her eyes though, it looked as if bright red marbles had been pushed deeply into her eye sockets. There were marks all over her breasts, her nipples were still red at the tips after the punishing attention they had seen throughout the day. She felt dirty. The shower would help. She took her time performing her ablutions, caressing the tender skin of her thighs, then reaching up higher with her soap covered fingers to cleanse her most intimate parts. She kept the water cool until the final five minutes, when she cranked the heat as high as it would go. She winced at first at the temperature change, then sighed deeply as the water warmed her skin. When she could no longer take the pounding of her pulse in her temples, she turned off the water and grabbed a towel from the rack. Wrapped in the towel, Chelsea made her way into the bedroom she and Alex shared. She stopped suddenly in the doorway as a flash of red caught her eyes. There on the bedside table, next to the alarm clock was a dozen red roses arranged in a bouquet with baby's breath and ferns. A card was placed in front of the floral arrangement, and next to the card was a small box, wrapped in red paper and tied with a white satin bow. Chelsea felt her heart skip a beat and she moved toward the table. She plucked a rose from the bouquet and inhaled deeply. It smelled musky yet sweet, and the petals tickled her nose as she inhaled. She loved the smell of roses, and this one did not disappoint. She felt calmed instantly, and picked up the box with her left hand, letting the towel fall to the floor, as her right was still clutching the sweet smelling rose. Chelsea sat down on the bed and placed the box and rose across her lap. With trembling fingers, she slowly worked the ribbon out of its place and tore into the paper. The box looked like it might contain a bracelet or piece of jewelry; it was small enough to fit in the palm of her hand. But when she lifted the lid she was surprised by what she found. A clunky piece of metal in the shape of a rectangle. Curious, she picked it up in her hand and discovered it was a lighter. Turning it over she spotted the engraving. "Our love can never be extinguished." She flipped the lighter over. "C and A forever." Alex, she thought as she sighed. Just when she thought she would hate the bastard forever, with a small token of love and a corny line, she was ready to forgive him. Then suddenly, her back stiffened straight as if she had been struck by a burst of electricity. The lighter dropped to the floor as her palm opened automatically. She was frozen, unable to move. Panic seized her mind then. She tried to stand but it was as if she had no control over her body. Then suddenly she was moved upwards, her back end was lifted until it was level with her shoulders, leaving her suspended in mid air. She felt a breeze then, blowing across her still damp skin. Then she felt herself being moved, or carried, toward the window that overlooked the bed. How is this possible, Chelsea wondered, her fear forcing goosebumps to appear up and down her arms. To her shock and horror, her naked body continued its movements through the window and out into the night air. Her eyes remained wide open and she was shocked to see that the window had in fact remained closed. Chelsea had never felt a terror like this. She was moved past the window and her building, her head stuck looking down at her feet. Then she felt herself being pulled upward, higher and higher, past the second story windows, then the third, then over the top of the building. Her head was reclined then, though not of her own volition. She was staring up into the brightest white light she had ever seen. It felt oddly pure, as if the beams of light shining down on her were cleansing her skin. Oh God, Chelsea's mind screamed. What is happening? Then the light intensified, and she felt as though her body was rushing through the stars. Time ceased for Chelsea and she had no idea how long she was suspended like that. Despite her terror, despite this new journey into the unknown, Chelsea fell into a deep and blissful sleep. ***** "Subject Gamma-Epsilon-Sigma. Sex Female. Age nineteen Earth Years, five Earth months, six earth days. Blood pressure one hundred four over sixty five as subject is in a deep R.E.M cycle. Subject has recently engaged in sexual activity, evinced by swollen labia and clitoral hood. Permission to begin scan, Doctor Malki?" Ari's tone was all business, but her emotions ran rampant. It should have been a normal day for her. She was an apprentice to the doctor aboard ship Ethereal. This was her fourth Earth month under Dr. Malki's tutelage. Her home planet, one the Earthlings referred to as Kepler-296f, would always be dear to her heart, but from the time she was in introductory school she had dreamed of traveling to Earth, to study these strange misguided beings that called themselves humans. The reality of that dream had left her feeling quite unfulfilled. From her eyes, humanity was a sad lot. Self-indulgent, narcissistic, murderous, convinced of their superiority, wasteful...the list went on and on. She thought that studying the humans would bring her to a greater understanding of her own race, but these creatures were so far removed from her own physiology and biology she had started to rethink her choice in joining Ethereal's crew. Subject Gamma-Epsilon-Sigma was different. Ari recalled the time she first spotted her favorite subject, at the age of eight earth years, four earth months and nine days. The girl had been walking in earth's twilight as she stepped on the form of a dead frog. The creature had been smashed to bits by other earth children just moments before the girl had reached it. Ari remembered observing the scene, as was part of her training before entering her internship. She had anticipated the girl would act as any Earth girl, wipe the slime from the creatures innards on the grass and continue her walk. Gamma-Epsilon-Sigma did not act as an ordinary Earth girl. She stepped back from the amphibian, sank to her knees, and sobbed, loudly and openly. Then she turned her piercing aqua eyes upward, directly to Ari's, and exclaimed. "Why? It's not fair. He didn't hurt anybody, he was just being a frog! Why would anyone do this?!" Ari immediately felt a pull toward the Earth girl. Most Earthlings gave no regard for any survival but their own. Sure, some kept animals as pets, and some even regarded other humans as "property" or "subjects" and gave no thought to their survival. The girl wept over the frog for approximately nine minutes, then sat quietly. Ari continued her observation, curious as to what the young girl had planned. The girl picked up the dead form of the frog, then carried the corpse to the bank of the river, a good half mile away. She placed the frog on the waters edge and spoke quietly to it. "I'm sorry this happened to you," She began. "You are dead, and there's nothing I can do to save you. Even though you're dead, you have a purpose. Some living creature may eat you. Flies might use you to lay their eggs. But you won't feel it, you can't feel anything now..." With a heaving sob, the girl pushed the frog into the water, and watched as the corpse bobbed and floated. Tears streaked her face, but she didn't leave until the frog was safely out into the current, swept down river. Ari was hooked then. For a young earthling to show such compassion for life, not even a human life, Ari was amazed. She continued to observe her subject through the rest of her training, whenever time would allow. Ari worked hard in her studies and labs, just hoping that with enough work and dedication, she would one day be able to meet this earthling who was capable of such compassion and understanding. Her time with humans had been disappointing thus far. Ethereal mainly claimed male subjects, and they were always left unconscious. If a situation arose when they did awake prematurely, the mantra was always the same. "Be at peace. We mean you no harm. Be at peace." Before the subject could say anything, Ari was there with a needle, paralyzing the subject then using her hands to collect his "specimen." When it was finished, the poor man would be returned to his bed, unharmed except for the stolen sample. The scientists and doctors aboard were obsessed with unlocking the secrets of human life. Female abductions were rare. When they did occur it was generally a reproduction experiment, the women themselves were boring, heavy, unattractive things, but were fertile. Virgins were the most common. Women who were unattractive to the Earth males, but highly useful to their studies. The truth was, Kepler-296f was suffering from a population crisis. Women had stopped conceiving. After the year of Ari's birth, children had ceased to be produced. Their scientists had studied everything in those early years, from the possibility of contaminants in the ground to a possible increase in radiation from their star. All research had resulted in nothing. Ari refused to give up though. From her observation of the earthlings, she had witnessed conception, birth, love. She desperately wanted, in a secret part of her, to hold her newborn babe to her chest and cradle him as he fell asleep. To watch him grow and change, from his first steps to his first days in introductory school, from his first love to his first child. The humans had to be the solution. They reproduced so rapidly, in such numbers. Their science had tied it to certain events within their subcultures. There was a factor at work there that was crucial for her race to unlock. Ari knew it to be true. "You may begin the scan Ari." Dr. Malki replied finally. Ari moved to the foot of her subject and began. In her palm she held a device that emitted a blue ray of light in front. The beams of light reflected harmlessly off the human's cells and picked up data as to the human's temperature, blood pressure, viral or bacterial infection, and any concentration of white cells, or swelling. If any foreign substances or objects were present, the device would also alert her. "Subject Gamma-Epsilon-Sigma scan beginning. Subject has sub dermal swelling on left and right thighs, visible welts on the dermal layer. Subject has engaged in recent sexual activity, though swelling in the labia has decreased by approximately twenty percent since initial inspection. Blood pressure has increased slightly, one hundred fifteen over seventy five. Subject is dehydrated, recommend IV infusion before continuing in further examinations." "Ari, are you proposing to tell me what to do?" Dr. Malki's tone was even and light, but Ari still felt a pang of fear. Dr. Malki was the most respected scientist on her planet, did he really believe she was giving him an order? "No doctor, I was just stating-" "Facts, Ari," Doctor Malki replied amiably. "You used your data to give a recommendation based on facts. Don't shy away when your observations are correct, dear." Ari breathed a sigh of relief. The young nursing student approached with the IV bag. Ari noticed something amiss. "No!" She exclaimed. "That's not the right bag, the yellow one." "I'm sorry Ari," the slightly younger female replied. She was a first year nursing student, one Ari had protested joining Ethereal a month ago. Half the time she was convinced her superiors hired the half-wit to keep Ari on her toes. "Just get the correct bag please," Ari snapped, the harshness in her tone causing Dr. Malki to raise his forehead to her. Their race did not have body hair, so raising one's forehead would be the earth equivalent of raising an eyebrow. "I apologize, Dr. Malki," Ari stated. "Subject Gamma-Epsilon-Sigma is in dire need of fluids." "Continue Ari," Malki said, his tone revealing nothing. Ari sighed as the student brought the correct IV bag and with surprising finesse, hooked the needle and tube into the subjects body. Chelsea moaned audibly after five minutes, the infusion clearly aiding her recovery. Ari turned her sensor back on. "Subject is reaching appropriate hydration levels. Despite sexual activity, subject has not conceived. Probable cause, sperm penetration did not reach cervix. Additional notes, subject used spermicidal agent or soap on affected area within one hour of deposit. Subject has not been bred." Ari noticed how her voice sounded relieved at the end of her speech, and it gave her a start. She had been so careful up to that point. "Kalaki," Dr. Malki called to the nursing student. "You are relieved." "Y-Yes Doctor," Kalki replied. She exited the room hurriedly. Nobody denied Dr. Malki's orders. Dr. Malki stood and stretched his full six foot five inch frame. He was short for his race, but his head still bulged with the enormous brain that operated inside his skeletal structure. His race was tall, lean, and intelligent. These earth creatures were short, slow, and bulbous by comparison, especially this particular subject. At five feet and two inches, children of his race would be taller than this full grown woman. In his early days, he would have looked on that pale skin with wonder, desperately curious on how such thin skin could survive its daily rigors. His own race had a pale grey covering, thick with regenerative cells that could heal a cut or burn within minutes. Humans however, their skin took days, weeks even when cut. It had boggled his mind how this race was continuing to advance as his was dying out. "Ari," Dr. Malki started kindly. "For the sake of your career, it is vastly important you tell the truth right now. What are your feelings toward Gamma-Epsilon-Sigma?" "I-" Ari started. "I guess I'm not able to answer. My feeling are confused. As to my data, I can state she is a healthy human woman, though a young one. She is a good candidate for breeding although she has not yet conceived. As to her personality, she shows compassion and wisdom beyond her status as a human. She is capable of wrath when she feels injustice, yet capable of mercy if the offender repents. She is..." "What Ari?" Dr. Malki probed. Ari breathed a deep sigh, one full of lust and longing. "She's just incredible." Ari finally admitted. "I see," Dr. Malki finished. He regarded the young woman in front of him. At six feet even, Ari was considered among his race to be a medium stature woman. Her facial structure was nothing short of a beautiful status. As their race did not grow hair, Ari's skull pushed against her scalp, the artistic structure of her bones accenting her wide eyes and impossibly high cheek bones. Unlike most of their kind, Ari's lips were plump and slightly ruddy. They offset her skin and eyes in the most compelling way. Dr. Malki often wondered why she had chosen to study humans, of all things. Their form, short, round, peachy, it was all so alien to Ari's form. Slender, grey, firm...he had never understood Ari's choice. That was, until he discovered her obsession with Gamma-Epsilon-Sigma. Ari was not privy to his knowledge of Gamma-Epsilon-Sigma, Earth name Chelsea. She was in truth a product of an earlier breeding program, one performed before even his time. Chelsea's DNA went back three generations. This project was the reason ship Ethereal existed. They had hoped she would breed on earth and they would be able to transport her back to their home planet to serve as the mother of a new generation. But with her inability to conceive as of yet, Malki was certain her program would be ceased. Malki stood over Chelsea's head, tilting it left then right, observing her skin down to its cells. She was beautiful by Earth standards. He had grown found of her as well. Like Ari, Gamma-Epsilon-Sigma was one of his first observation studies. When she had not been conceived, it was his job to monitor her maternal grandmother, then her mother, then Chelsea up to her thirteenth earth year. It was by chance that Ari had discovered her earlier, and even his superiors took note as to how Ari regarded this particular subject. Her promotion on Ethereal was necessary, his superiors believed she was the one, the only one who could save their race. "What do you know of human sexuality Ari?" Dr. Malki asked. "Well," Ari started. "I know how they perform their reproductive acts. But I am still confused as to why. The females don't seem to enjoy it much. They scream or cry, they seem in pain. But the men, they smile, some even laugh. They appear to take great pleasure in the reactions they illicit in the females, whether positive or negative." Ari inhaled sharply. "Have I stepped too far sir?" "Not at all," Dr. Malki murmured. His hands had ventured to Chelsea's shoulders, stimulating the soft skin above her bones. Chelsea responded to his touch, arching her back to allow her shoulders to sink deeper into the doctor's hands. Even though she was unconscious, Dr. Malki knew that Chelsea was highly receptive to intimate touch. It was how they had built her. "Dr. Malki," Ari said. "What is going on here?" "Ari, there are some duties we have not yet introduced you to." Dr. Malki said as his hands ventured lower on Chelsea's ample breasts, caressing and squeezing the tender flesh. Chelsea writhed under his touch, arching her back in an attempt to press her nipples closer to the stimulation. Dr. Malki chuckled at the motions of his subject. "Dr. Malki!" Ari gasped. She had observed Chelsea all day, had seen the actions of human males upon her slender form. Now Doctor Malki was acting no better than they had. Her head was swimming, though her face betrayed nothing. It was a talent of their race, to reveal nothing of intent or desire through the eyes. At that time, Chelsea's eyes fluttered open, and Dr. Malki removed his hands from Chelsea's body. As soon as Chelsea's eyes opened, Ari began the mantra that was so deeply intoned within her. "Be at peace. We mean you no harm-" "Save it string bean," Chelsea immediately responded. She strained, but could not sit up fully, only raised her neck up a few inches. "Dr. Malki, do you mind?" Malki chuckled. "Sorry, love." In two steps, he reached the control panel and lowered the forcefield. Chelsea was instantly able to sit up and stretch her arms out wide. "Who's the new girl?" Chelsea was regarding Ari like a predator ready to pounce. She even crossed her thighs together and began rubbing them ever so slightly.