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© 2008, Sultry Summers Reviews For PLANET OF THE VEILS by Sultry Summers No reviews posted yet. Sample Chapter For PLANET OF THE VEILS by Sultry Summers Jenous 3547 Prince Blains stealthily made his way into the Holy Temple of Jenous. With his sword drawn, he prepared to slay his brother, King Belous, who stood between him and the throne. If his plan went well, his brother would soon be dead and he would no longer be prince, but King Blains. Being the younger and more ruthless of the brothers, he had learned to take what he wanted. He paused a few paces behind his brother, apparently deep in prayer. Blains scoffed. He would go through the same premarital ritual, but such ritual would be for show. Silently Blains drew closer, preparing to spill his brother’s innocent blood while he knelt, unarmed, and unsuspecting on the Holy Altar, or so the prince thought. Actually, Belous had been deep in prayer, alerted to impending danger by an inner sense. “Blains, why have you come here, to this holy place to challenge me?” Belous’ voice was quiet and calm, but demanding, causing Blains to hesitate, surprised his presence was detected. Belous glanced at Blains’ drawn weapon. “Could we take this to the courtyard and not foul this holy place?” “This is as good a place as any to die,” Blains smirked, recovering quickly. “And, you are defenseless.” He watched Belous glance to the ancient wooden hassock in the foyer, where his royal arms lay sheathed. “You would slay your king, your brother, unarmed in the Holy Temple before the Altar of the One!” Belous knew his brother hated him, however, he never suspected him of such treachery. Blains smiled, evilly. “Yes, I would.” He took an aggressive step toward Belous who stood and their eyes locked, each watching the other’s moves. Belous and Blains, both taught to fight as warriors, moved quickly. Blains lunged, Belous managed to avoid the thrust of his brother’s sword and gain his own weapon. Now he faced his brother equally armed, but not equally as treacherous. Their swords met. The sound of tempered, highly dense metal echoed throughout the hallowed and sacred temple. Parries met with blocks and shoves, thrusts returned and deflected. Hearing the disturbance, the priest and priestess came running, but could do nothing to stop their king and his brother from fighting. Belous’ fiancée, Cassintra, also came from her prayer vigil, hearing the fray. The three stood watching the vicious battle in horror, appalled that it should occur in such a holy place. Cassintra and Belous were beginning their marriage ritual with a vigil in the temple where their ceremony would take place in two days. Blains knew his brother would be here, unguarded, and planned to take him unarmed. Now he would have to fight for the throne and there would be witnesses to his treachery. The two dueled heedless of their audience. Blains determined to slay his brother, and take his throne and his future wife. Belous determined to defend what was his by birth. Belous was clearly the superior fighter and should triumph. However, his treacherous brother had sequestered a short blade in his left hand, and when their swords clashed at the blade’s hilts, Blains stabbed his brother through the heart. At the same time, he shoved the king away and ran him through with his sword where the short blade had been, to cover his treachery. Only Cassintra saw what had truly happened. She screamed and ran to cradle Belous’ head against her breasts. The priest and priestess skilled in the healing arts, both medical and mystical, tried to save their king, but their efforts were futile. Cassintra’s tears fell softly on Belous’ cheek. With his hand he reached up to touch her face, managing a smile for his bride. “Kiss me, my love. Let me go to paradise with your kiss on my lips. There I will wait for you.” Belous felt her lips gently touch his before he died. Cassintra’s heart ached with pain so intense, she was sure it was broken. Belous’ blood stained her pale rose gown and the floor tiles at the foot of the altar. Cassintra’s grief was overwhelming, and she did not feel it when Blains’ hand brutally closed around her wrist until he tried to pull her to her feet. She looked up into his eyes, too shocked to mask her hate for him. “Touch me not, murderer!” Cassintra hissed, trying to pull free of his grasp. “You would address your king in such a way?” Blains growled. “You have murdered your brother, and the king, in the Holy Temple and you presume that the priest will anoint you in his place?” Cassintra asked incredulous, her voice full of hate. Blains glared into the priest’s hate-filled eyes. “He will! There is no one else and I am next in line. Belous attacked me, and I defended myself. And you, Cassintra, will wed me in two days instead of Belous.” “You are mad!” Cassintra said, shaking her head. She looked back at the face of her once future husband, her now dead king, her beloved. The priestess came to her, gently helping her up, leading her away from the cruel grasp of the usurper, and taking her to cleanse off Belous’ blood. “In two days, Cassintra,” Blains reminded her as the priestess led her away. She stopped and turned, but did not speak. The priestess spoke for her. “Your Highness, have you no compassion in your soul? Our Lady Cassintra loved King Belous.” “She will have to learn to love me now. Have her prepared for me in two days, Priestess. I will not wait another day for her,” Blains said without any compassion. “Blains, I swear I will wear the gown I now wear as my ceremonial dress!” Cassintra glared at him. He quickly covered the paces between them to stand before her, and glare down into her round, blue eyes. He took the neckline of her gown in each hand and ripped the garment from her. “No, my Lady, you will not. Now go and prepare yourself, as is expected of a royal bride. What belonged to my brother is now mine, and that includes you, Cassintra. Two days, my dear.” He smiled triumphantly, turned and left the temple. The priests could clean up the mess he left behind. * * * * Cassintra was a free-spirited young woman, who grew to symbolize all the attributes of the Jenous mythological nymph her mother named her after. Loyalty, beauty and high intelligence, she was the only daughter of an Ein-sti-ri, a scientist-warrior. As was the right of the King of Jenous, Belous chose to marry her. He happened by her home one evening to speak with her father, and fell in love upon seeing her dancing in her garden, unobserved. Upon their meeting, the attraction between them proved magnetic, and Belous had soon taken her on a private holiday so they could to get to know each other better, a few days before their wedding. As the king, he stationed his royal bodyguards far enough away to allow them total privacy. Cassintra’s long, white-blonde hair flowed down around her while she lounged under a striped pavilion Belous ordered constructed to protect her fair complexion. She wore a deep blue satin gown, simple in its lines with gold braided trim. Around her throat, she wore the Sapfforb pendant Belous gave her, telling her it matched the color of her eyes when he kissed her. King Belous lounged next to his future queen on a thick comforter of rich golden-ticked linen spread beneath the pavilion for their comfort. Belous slipped a hand through her hair behind her neck, and drew Cassintra to him to taste her luscious, sweet lips. In deference to her innocence, he was gentle and meant only to tease her with a short kiss but Cassintra kept her lips close to his. Her arms went around his neck, her body leaning close to his. Belous’ arms went around her slender, but muscular, frame. Cassintra, a trained warrior herself, kept her body as fit as any of his militia. He eased her beneath him and caressed her body over her clothing. “Only four more days, my beloved,” Belous said in a hoarse whisper. “Then I will make sweet love to you.” “Must we wait, milord? I trust in your honor to me,” Cassintra admitted breathlessly. She had no reservations in her mind that he would carry through with their marriage contract. Belous drew away to stare down into her blue-white eyes, her passion for him turning them more blue than white. “You are sure?” “I want you, Belous. It does not take a priest to tell me we are meant to be man and wife.” Cassintra blushed. Her nipples were hard and strained against the material of the gown she wore. Belous massaged them with the palm of his hand. She purred in her innocence. Cassintra knew the biological way her body performed, but the emotional impact was devastating. Belous considered her seriously. Their culture had no taboos on a couple having sex before their wedding. However, as the leader of his people he tried to set a chaste example. He had no doubts he would wed Cassintra. They had signed the contracts, and only the ceremony remained. He wanted her, his cock already hard and demanding demonstrated his arousal. Slowly he leaned forward to kiss her. This time he held nothing back releasing his passion into his embrace. His lips parted hers, his tongue boldly stroked hers and though she responded shyly, she gave herself over to her need for him. Her innocence inflamed him even more, and in her eagerness, her arms, already resting around his neck, drew him closer. Her hands slowly moved over his back, lower to caress his buttocks. Belous’ hand slipped inside the low-cut neck of her gown to caress the warm, firm flesh of her breasts. Cassintra gasped, and moaned. Though the leader of their planet, Belous was gratified his touch brought her such ecstasy. Gently he pinched her nipples between his forefinger and thumb, feeling her graceful body tremble with innocent passion. He chuckled low and throaty, knowing she was ready, and truly wanted him. His hand followed the line of her leg up and over the length, raising her skirt. Her breathing quickened. She jumped when his fingers ran through the tight curls of her pubic hairs, and smoothed over her belly. While looking into her eyes, he drew the gown over her head, leaving her clad in only silken underwear. “Cassintra, you are beautiful!” Belous told her in a low, husky voice. His mouth covered one of her nipples while his hand explored the vulnerable, wet flesh between her legs. Cassintra’s rapture was so intense she gripped the pillows of their love nest tight in both hands, no longer able to stand the tortuous intensity his fingers produced between her trembling legs. “Oh, Belous, my lord, please!” Cassintra begged. “Not yet, my queen, this is only the beginning.” He laughed, moving lower to kiss her belly, then even lower. When he parted her labia lips and the cool air caressed her heated sex, she climaxed. He chuckled at her innocent arousal then touched her clit with the tip of his tongue. Belous saw her cover her own mouth to keep from screaming and drawing the attention of their guards. His tongue slid between the lips of her cunt, her tremor bringing another climax closer, passing through her and into him. “No more please, I am dying,” Cassintra pleaded. “Yes, much more, beloved.” Belous slowly guided his tongue into her slick canal to taste her body’s first innocent cum. He pushed her even further on her first journey of love, until she again climaxed, leaving her weeping from the intensity of sensations he brought her. He moved to look down into her dark blue eyes. “Now, my queen, you will know what it is to become my wife.” Cassintra’s world glowed brighter than the sun. The ground seemed to have shaken. Her body was weak with rapture from her orgasm and in its demand for his body. She could see his magnificent, enormous cock poised to enter her hot, waiting canal, and suddenly she feared his size. Trepidation of the unknown and of her inexperience showed uncertainty in Cassintra’s eyes. Belous’ face was so close, his smile so tender. She wanted him, to feel him inside her, she trusted him to be gentle with her, and gently she touched his face. His mouth covered hers and she felt his tongue teasing hers as he positioned his cock to enter her. Without conscious action she lifted her hips to meet him, so great was her need for him. Cassintra felt him restrain his cock from entering her too quickly. Feeling the touch of his cock and the size when he began to enter her body, she tensed. “I want you,” Cassintra whispered, “but…” “My love, relax, your body will do what it wishes and has tried to already.” He kissed her lips, her neck and pushed into her body a little further. Cassintra groaned. “Only for a moment…” Belous whispered, and knowing her body was ready, he swiftly pushed past the barrier and glided into her hot, fevered body. Pain radiated through the ecstasy. Belous stopped to kiss her and ease her discomfort. He pushed a little more, Cassintra whimpered. All the rapture of heaven and now this pain. Belous’ fingers gently massaged her clit. A flood of bliss swept through her and she found her body was no longer under her control. Her hips bucked to meet his, and she impaled herself on his engorged cock. A cry escaped her, and Belous’ fierce eyes glowered down into her enlarged ones. He eased her down to the comforter holding her close for a while. Cassintra could feel his cock buried inside her, throbbing and alive, filling her with his life. He began to move and drive away any remembrance of discomfort or pain. Cassintra groaned a low, throaty animal sound with each thrust into her body. Never had she experienced such sensations of extreme fulfillment and wonder. “Belous, my husband,” she gasped, “is it always this, ah,” she groaned again, “intense?” Belous laughed, low and passionately. “More so, my wife. When you have experienced more, the contentment will increase.” He became lost in their joint paradise that seemed to go on forever, when at last he felt her body grip his penis so tightly he knew she would come to orgasm with him. He gave in to the joy and they climaxed together. His life-seed spilled into her heated body, a seemingly inexhaustible supply. At last, both were complete and lay together wrapped in each other’s arms, basking in the warmth of the afternoon. Cassintra secretly rejoiced for that day, secretly guarding it in her memory and her heart. Jenousian women knew the moment they conceived and Cassintra told Belous the next day. When he died, his queen’s sweet lips on his, he knew his son would sit on his throne. * * * * Forced by Jenous law to marry the new king, Cassintra wore a black gown with a heavy black veil. Only her warrior’s discipline kept her from publicly weeping, and her warrior’s honor from slaying him where he had his brother. The priest, as Blains predicted, was forced to anoint him king. Blains was next in line and there was no other heir. To her relief, several days after their wedding, Cassintra announced she was pregnant, after successfully convincing her hated husband she was a virgin on their wedding night. Claiming fear for the unborn child’s health due to Blains’ rough sexual preferences, she refused his attentions. Cassintra made it clear she did not care if he took other women to his bed, as long as that duty was not required of her. Blains, however, lusted after Cassintra but she knew she was safe from his attentions while she carried the heir. When she delivered, she would again be required to fulfill her wifely duties, regardless of the other women he took to his bed. In celebration of his heir’s first birthday, King Blains invited rulers and dignitaries from the allied planets, political officials and religious leaders of note to a feast. Attended by the high priest, a seer from the holy planet of Ashwar, the holy man first noticed a birthmark on the child’s chest in the shape of a sword through a crown. He had known at once what the mark heralded, and in a trance declared an ominous prophecy. “Behold the mark of a royal warrior!” the priest proclaimed in a loud and mystical voice. “Take heed, he who has become the evil usurper.” The priest’s eyes glowed luminous blue and he stared at the king. “The prince shall rule, a true and just lord. He shall avenge his father, the true king, and marry the despot’s untouched queen.” Without another word to the mammoth room filled with the aristocracy from the nearby worlds, the priest turned and appeared to float from the enormous hall, his feet inches above the floor. Silence fell over the elite assembly, as some of the lords and ladies discreetly left. What the priest had seen was the future and unchangeable, though the holy man knew King Blains would try. Queen Cassintra heard the priest’s prediction and cringed at the peril in which it put her son, the rightful heir to the throne of Jenous. Why hadn’t the old man kept his mouh shut? Cassintra watched King Blains look down at the innocent face of the sleeping prince and saw the change of expression on the king’s face. Knowing the Ashwar Priest confirmed a nagging suspicion Blains harbored about the infant, Cassintra knew the king was now convinced the prince was his brother’s son. She saw death in his evil eyes when he looked at her child. She felt his eyes suspiciously on her. Cassintra already distrusted her husband and watched him with well-masked mistrust. Her face presented a lovely vision of an adoring wife. Prince Norquar’s birth had made bearable the appalling nights spent in King Blains’ bed. She would never allow him to harm the rightful royal heir. Each time she went to his bed, she took precautions not to conceive another child. In that manner, Norquar’s heritage would remain unthreatened. She lived in fear of Blains, and that he might harm the prince. With a plan to secure her son’s life already formed in her mind, she quickly prepared what had to be done. Tonight would have to suffice as enough time to put her plan into action. She would call on her many connections before going to her lord’s couch one last, horrible time. “My lord,” she said in a sultry smooth voice to her king and husband. “Pay no heed to that old fool,” she purred persuasively with a dismissive gesture of her hand that signaled her maids to summon her private guards. “His age has clouded his mind. Your son will grow to be thy loyal worshiper. What son would not love a father such as you?” She laid her head on his knee to look up with desire at her husband. “Our son needs a sister as a playmate or perhaps a brother to secure thy lineage. Let us adjourn to our chambers and see if we can add to our family.” She smiled seductively into his eyes. King Blains knew now what he had suspected to be true. The prince was not his son but the child of his dead brother. His son would soon join him. Not the mother though, he still wanted her. Beautiful, intelligent, and a fearless warrior, he would not dispose of either of them easily. Instead, he would place his queen in an impotent position, kept only to sire other heirs on, and to serve as revenge on his dead brother. When he was finished with her, she would not be such a fine warrior. Soon he would rid himself of his brother’s son. After all, the prince was but an infant, and there was plenty of time. If he did anything to the child too quickly, it would look suspicious, and the child would be priceless to hold over Cassintra’s head in exchange for her cooperation in bed. Looking into his queen’s blue-white eyes, he became lost in their arctic depths. Their color disguised a level of sexual fervor none of his other women could match, though he had to coerce it from her. His gaze followed the flow of her white-blonde hair as it fell over her ample breasts, which were hardly contained in the pale azure gown she wore. Without regard to her modesty or the decorum of those who remained of his court, Blains slid his hand down between the two soft globes of flesh and pinched each nipple, causing his queen to blush red. Blains remembered well the pleasures found in her body. Her sumptuous body pleased him, and what had been Belous’ was now his. That was a pleasure in itself. Cassintra appeared to be enthusiastic, but still she had to be somewhat coerced. Her sexual abilities, not always eager, were an issue not easily forgotten when aroused. Blains watched her face redden in embarrassment at his public display of control over her, and he enjoyed the stimulation of her humiliation. He felt the need for her in the rise of his large, rapidly hardening rod. Smiling lustfully down into her face, he licked his thick lips and covered Cassintra’s. Blains’ tongue teased hers with a promise of what would come. Yes, the child’s death can wait. I will have that taken care of by another’s hand, but I can hold it over her head. I will have her watched, when I can’t be with her. For now I’ll take her to my chambers. He stood to address his court. Cassintra knew from experience what he would require of her this night, and she did not look forward to it. She hated him and always had, although she had convinced him differently since their marriage. Cassintra came from one of the noblest Ein-sti-ri families on the planet and was duty-bound to marry the king, once he had made his desire for her known. She grieved for the true king she was to have married. In her mind, the father of the prince was her true husband even though the ceremony was never preformed. Now their son’s life was in danger and she would do what she must to protect him, and provide safety for his precious life. Cassintra knew Blains was not a popular king. Given just a little more time, the revolt she had in preparation would have put her on the throne as regent until her son was of age, but not now. After the way Blains had become king and the atrocities he had committed since, she would have become regent in a bloodless takeover. Bloodless, except for Blains’ execution. She stifled the laugh that threatened to ruin her act. Now, however, her time had run out, but Cassintra had many contacts she could depend on. Even before the priest’s prediction, Cassintra had begun to arrange a place of safety for herself and her son, fearing the king’s wrath, his temper well known, if her first plan didn’t work. As early as tomorrow she could possibly escape to safety. Tonight Cassintra would use his lust for her until she was sure those contacts had arranged to get her son and herself to safety. Blains would believe them dead and she would raise her son to one day reclaim his birthright. He took her hand and, leaving the prince in the care of his nurse, led his wife to his bedchamber. Before she left the luxury and high position as queen of her beloved home on Jenous and took her noble born son, Norquar into obscurity, she would wreak her revenge on the one responsible for ruining her life—King Blains. She would give Blains a drug that would sterilize him. He would never sire a child. Her son by Belous, the true king, would rule Jenous. Cassintra would make sure the priest’s prophecy came true. With a winsome smile on her full sensuous lips, she entered her lord’s bedchamber happily for the first time in her marriage. He would abuse her body sexually, as he usually did, but this night would be his last. “Give me a few minutes, my lord, to bathe,” Cassintra said smiling into the king’s face when they reached his chambers. “I have a new cologne I wish to wear for you. I had it designed just for us, to enhance our, uh, pleasure.” She smiled seductively. Blains could not resist her. He drew her into a heated kiss, his mouth covering hers, his tongue filling her mouth. Visions of the delicate tortures he would inflict on her perfect body filled his imagination, and he wondered how much she would tolerate. Thoughts of restraints filled his mind. Because she was his queen, he treated her with some decorum and respect that he did not reserve for the others of his harem. After the elimination of the prince, he would treat her much as the others. Restraining his glee, he looked forward to that first day and the shock it would cause her. Until then, he would contain himself as decorum dictated. Cassintra’s stomach rebelled at his embrace, so loathsome and slobbery. His fat hands roughly pulled the top of her perfect gown from her shoulders. The seams gave under the pressure of his strength, her breasts spilled out and filled his hands. He pinched her nipples again, mercilessly, until she cried out and pleaded for him to stop. Laughing at her, he slapped each flawless breast with the hand that held it, to leave a red handprint. He quickly masked his thoughts, but not fast enough; Cassintra saw plenty of his thoughts mirrored in his eyes and it struck terror in her. “I love to mark my territory!” Blains boasted and wrapping his arm around her waist, he sucked on each breast, pulling the nipples further erect, at the last biting down hard, causing Cassintra to cry out. “Please, milord,” she gasped. “Allow me to bathe then we can continue our love play.” She smiled as though she enjoyed his rough treatment. “Of course, my queen,” Blaine smiled gallantly. “But first, my dear, bend over and pull up your lovely azure gown so I may admire my playground.” Cassintra tensed her body against the unknown abuse he would mete out to gain his satisfaction from her. With no other choice, she complied with his wishes. She shivered as he drew the silken fabric of the wide skirt slowly over her butt, barely covered in the thin strap undergarment, the only type he allowed her to wear. Smooth, fat hands gently caressed her exposed cheeks. Cassintra had learned Blains was never gentle, such tenderness preceded his cruelty. Suddenly and painfully, she felt the strap of her undergarment jerked between the cheeks of her butt, her reaction predictable, she spread her legs and hated Blains even more for laughing. Two of his chubby fingers were unexpectedly and forcibly inserted into her vagina, which was not ready for such an assault. She heard him laugh at her inescapable cry of pain. “Oh, Cassintra, you act like you want to play but it would seem you don’t. I shall punish you for that.” Blains sighed remorsefully and she could hear the malicious merriment in his voice, enjoying the seconds before he barbarically struck her buttocks with a pin-spiked paddle. “Not wet enough, but go take your bath. Perhaps this new perfume will help your body get more into the mood. Do bring it with you before you put it on, I wish that amusement.” He laughed. Trying to cover the pain from his blows and convince him she enjoyed his rough play, Cassintra laughed too, and flounced off to the bath. Only her plan to escape him and save her son kept her from killing him. Trained from childhood as an Ein-sti-ri, and as such, a capable warrior, she was more than competent to do so. Her maids awaited her with a bath. She dispatched her most trusted maid to her agents, to advise them to prepare for the escape of the prince and herself as instructed. Cassintra returned from her toilette dressed in a long, sheer, black gown, and as requested, brought the new intoxicating perfume with her on a tray with two mugs of warm wine. She sauntered slowly and seductively toward the king. Each graceful step of her perfectly shaped body affected the flow of the transparent fabric enhancing her allure. A light breeze from the open balcony doors lifted the light curls of her long, white-blonde hair. In her eyes was the promise of an evening of stimulating enchantment in her arms. He took the bottle of highly erotic smelling perfume from the tray and his mug of wine. Setting down the tray, he drew what appeared to be a long draught from her mug of wine. Again, he instructed her to position herself as she had before. Cassintra hated this humiliation. Slowly he worked one of his fingers inside her, unknown to Cassintra he had poured a few drops of the perfume on his fat digit. Fire spread through the delicate tissues of her sex. Her gasp drowned out by his malicious chuckle as he worked his finger in and out of her body and her canal grew wet. “That is more like it,” he commented, his voice thick with lust. She started to rise. “Oh no, my dear, stay put.” Cassintra braced herself as he slapped her backside twice more on each cheek with the spiked paddle. “Oh, let me soothe those reddened cheeks!” Blains exclaimed seconds before he smacked a small amount of the perfume hard on each cheek where the paddle had struck. Her legs trembled and with a sob Cassintra dropped to her knees. Burning pain radiated through her body from the sting of the perfume he had splashed on the broken skin caused by the pins of his paddle. Cassintra didn’t know if the warm droplets that trickled down her legs were blood or the perfume. He stood before her, his erection level with her lips. “Take my cock into your mouth, my queen, and love it.” Cassintra licked his cock. It wasn’t that she objected to such an act, she had loved Belous’ penis, wrapping her tongue around his long, heavy cock with loving care. However, she hated Blains for what he had done to his brother, the rightful king. Cassintra opened her mouth wide enough to encompass his thick member. Her mind envisioning what the drug in his wine was doing to his ability to reproduce as he stood over her and gulped down the tainted wine. She contracted the muscles of her throat and he belched, then groaned from the waves of ecstasy she gave him. His hands entwined in her long, white-blonde hair and twisted it painfully, taking more delight from her pain. Cassintra masked her hatred for Blains and did as he commanded, only the realization of what the drug in his wine was doing to him kept her from succumbing to the temptation to bite down hard on his penis. A sudden yank on her long hair told her he was done with her mouth for now. “Perform for me, Cassintra!” Blains eyes were lustful, glassy beads of black marbles. “I wish to watch your body orgasm by your own hand, but first remove your gown.” He reclined on the bed with a smirk on his pudgy face. If he felt in the mood, and it appeared he did, he would insert his plump fingers inside her body while she performed. With Blains, there was no deceit, she must cum for him or risk further punishment. Cassintra knew how he enjoyed punishing her body. He pulled a small cat-of-nine-tails over her now naked body as she massaged her clit, striking her with it across her already tender breasts, leaving reddening welts. Trying to appease him, Cassintra inserted her own finger deep inside her cunt and began frigging herself, groaning as she did, in a show of convincing arousal. She longed to withdraw her fingers, but to do so would invite another lash from his whip. As if he had read her thoughts, the whip struck her inner thighs twice on each side. She watched his eyes gleam as the welts raised ugly red marks, bleeding, scarring her smooth, white flesh. Forcing his own fat finger deep inside her, next to her own, then withdrawing it from her wet cunt, he worked it deep up her pouting anal mouth. “Withdraw your fingers, Cassintra, and hold open your wet cunt lips. I know you are on the edge of orgasm and I want you to remember this one well. I intend to lash it from your hot body.” Cassintra knew it was useless to beg, but she did. “Please, my lord, no…I will gladly take your whole cock into my mouth and satisfy you in that manner.” “Oh, my sweet queen, you will do that this night too,” he laughed, “while I beat your cum from your body. Now do as I have told you or it will go worse for you.” Cassintra was shaking. Oh what a price he would pay for what he was doing to her. She removed her fingers and pulled her tender labia lips open tight as he had instructed. This night brought back memories of their wedding night. He had cruelly taken her that night too. Had he been gentle, she could never have convinced him of her innocence. That had been a fearful night for Cassintra, for she knew she already carried the true king’s son, but a few days old in her womb, and feared Blains would rob her of his life and the planet of the true heir to the throne. Cassintra watched him finish his wine then toss back her cup. A smile came to her lips. He would regret what he was doing to her. She almost wished she would be in the palace to watch, but nothing was worth her son’s life. “Now, I wish to explain a few things to you, my queen,” he said sarcastically. “After our little throne usurper has been done away with,” he belched loudly and leered at her, “by your hand, I might add.” He laughed. “Yes! I will tell our people you loved me so much you slew the little bastard to save my throne. Out of your love for me.” He laughed again. “I will allow you to live, and,” another belch, “to give me another heir. Our heir. But you will be treated as one of my slaves, at least in my bed, and you will share my bed with the others in my harem when I am of that mood.” Blains laughed at the look on Cassintra’s face, misinterpreting it as fear. Blains positioned his cock above her face. “Now, my dear, you will pleasure me in the manner you promised,” he commanded and lowered his inflamed penis deep into her mouth. “Hold your nether lips tighter,” he instructed impatiently, and the first lashes fell hard on both her labia and her hands as he pounded her mouth. Cassintra tried, but her body was so close to climax she began to explode to the mocking laughter of her king’s voice buzzing in her ears as he expertly struck where the blows would bring her to climax. His lashes fell not on only her sex, but also her legs, stomach, and breasts. She was repulsed by the culmination of his arousal. He nearly drowned her in his last expulsion of potent sperm his body would produce. Finished with her for the moment, he withdrew his member to stare down at her, gasping and gagging for air. “You’ll have your precious son for another few months, before I contrive his demise, Cassintra. Something you will be forced to do, as I explained.” He laughed at the outrage he saw in her face. “You see, Cassintra, I’ve suspected the little brat was my brother’s son not mine,” he said. “So I haven’t any feelings toward disposing of him or of using you in anyway I please. That’s right, my queen, I am not yet done with you this evening.” He presented her with his flaccid cock. “You will arouse it again, now!” he growled. Cassintra began to lick then suck. It did not take long before his cock was a horrible monster again. Blains spread her butt cheeks. “No, sire, please!” she begged. He had never dared that with her. She tried to move away, but Blains grabbed her hair, stopping her escape, bringing smarting tears to her eyes from the fire that spread through her scalp. With a dizzying jerk, he pulled her over to plunge into her cunt several times while holding her tightly by her hair. To Cassintra’s relief, the drugged wine finally took effect. Slowly he fell back on the bed, snoring before he hit the mattress. Cassintra stole from the bed and dressed. Only hatred filled her eyes when she left his apartments, the urge to kill him was strong, and she left hastily. Dazed, she returned to her own chambers, cradled her beloved son close for a stolen moment of treasured motherly love, knowing time was an element she did not have. She refused to let her tears fall, and allowed her maids to assist her while she bathed and quickly dressed. As gentle as their efforts were, Cassintra winced at the sting of the soap and cried out when the silk-covered sponge cleansed one of severe marks left by Blains’ whip. “Sorry, milady,” her maid apologized, knowing where the mark had originated. All her maids knew about their king and avoided him when possible, but no one was safe from him. “Not your fault,” Cassintra absolved the girl, then looked her in the eyes. “Leave the palace tonight,” she looked at the other two girls, only in their teens. “All of you. I will sign the papers releasing you from palace service myself. Go to your homes and stay there.” “Milady, we cannot leave you…” one said shyly, “with him.” “You will do as your queen commands!” she said sharply, anxiety for their safety causing her to respond more harshly than she intended. “While I can still command it, do you understand me?” Cassintra said firmly but more softly, and touching the girl’s cheek with a gentle hand, stood up from her bath. Her beautiful body scarred by the red welts of Blains’ beating. “Fetch my Official Electronic Document Pad.” When the document pad was brought, Cassintra reclined on a massage table while a soothing balm was rubbed into her skin. Speaking into the recorder of the pad, she officially recorded her orders freeing her maids from palace service, returning them to their lives as citizens of Jenous. Wrapped in a warm robe, yet still in obvious discomfort, she knew some of the reminders from the blows their king had delivered would mark her perfect form for long years to follow. She arranged for each girl to have a year’s wages paid in advance and each a letter of high reference. Cassintra then hugged each of them, though it caused her pain both emotionally and physically. “Now, one last thing before you go, dress Prince Norquar warmly. I am going to my parents for a few days and as you all know it is winter on their side of the planet.” Cassintra, with tears in her eyes bid her departing maids goodbye. They knew it was a final farewell. Without delay she dressed herself, trying not to look in the mirrors of her dressing area that surrounded her not wanting to look at the marks on her body. Sadly, her only memory of true love, and tender, loving sex was the one afternoon of heaven in Belous’ arms, the day of the prince’s conception, the day before Blains killed Belous, the true king. Now she was leaving for an uncertain future. The wine she had given Blains, filled with a sterilization compound, was her ultimate revenge. She had known he would toss down her cup also, so she had filled it with a time-action drug that would keep him heavily drugged for at least eight hours. Had it not been for her son’s life, she would have plunged a dagger deep into Blains chest, and that night relieved her people of the monster that ruled Jenous. Even on Jenous, murder was a crime, and she did not want her son to grow to manhood with his only parent in detainment for murder. She commanded her hurdler car readied and left word for her lord that she was going to visit her family’s home with their son. She left the palace before King Blains could awaken and issue orders to restrict her movements. As she had planned, just outside the city another vehicle waited to take them to safety and well outside the reach of the vile King Blains and his plans to murder the prince. Several hours later, Blains’ servants awakened him with the news of the queen’s hurdler car crash, and of her and their son’s deaths. He could not have been more pleased, though he did not show it. On his orders, the planet would be in mourning for six months. In that time, Blains devised plans to wage wars and conquer worlds he wished to rule. He wanted to amass more slaves for the menial chores and his bedroom requirements, which became more perverse as he aged. Power had become more of an aphrodisiac to Blains than any sexual act enticed of him by a woman or the occasional boy. Jenous, a highly scientific and technical world boasted a people of remarkable intelligence. However, they were also a warrior people, escpecially the lower class, who were brutal in war having a more base intellect but also having one highly redeeming quality. They were loyal and without question considered the Ein-sti-ri class of scientist/warriors the governing authority of their world. King Belous, Blains’ brother had been revered as something short of a god. The people accepted Blains only because he was next in line and the truth of Belous’ death was kept quiet. Most Jenousians waited for the prophecy mady by the holy man to be fulfilled by the return of Belous’ true heir, Prince Norquar. |