PARALLEL LINES - Commence Entropy - Writing Sample

CHAPTER 3 IRRESISTIBLE OBJECT

She pulls an end of the ribbon. The bow unravels, and falls to the floor. The lid comes off, and inside is a tablet magazine, “Starland City”. The cover has a video clip of her, in a costume from the movie she’s filming. It’s a white form-fit gown which is almost falling off her. Next to her flashes the statement, “Retra Geal: Our New Goddess!” She notices the date is the next month. “Sart, what is this?”

            “It’s your first cover of ‘Starland’.” He kisses and nuzzles the side of her face.

            She is euphoric. “You mean… this is real?”

            “Yes. It’s an advance copy. This will be on sale the end of this month.” He pushes her down on the bed, and takes the magazine away from her.

            She wants to talk about her situation with Jahny, but, more than that, her body wants Sart. She can’t control it. His long tongue makes its way into her mouth, and she sucks on it, as if it’s some other part of his body. He laughs and pulls out.

            Everything about Jahny evaporates from her mind. The image of herself on that magazine forces her to smile. “How did you do it? How did you get them to do a cover story?”

            “Retra. All I did was give them the images of you. They did the rest.” He kisses her face, and neck and shoulders.

            She feels she is doing something horribly wrong, but she doesn’t care. She wants him.

            He reaches down, and worships her breasts, her perfect breasts. His lips kiss them gently. They taste good to him. His mouth makes its way down her soft, flat stomach. His face stops between her legs, as he breathes in deeply, his hands holding her beautiful bottom. His tongue gently runs along her inner thighs, and his lips gently kiss between her legs, as he would kiss the lips on her face.

            Retra moans, praying for some sort of reprieve from his domination. But, as his tongue explores her, she also prays that his complete control will continue. Her body begs him to take her beyond that. In her mind, a voice tells her to stop him, and to demand compassion and understanding. Her body doesn’t care. She fumbles for his hands, trying to pry them away, but she can’t. They find pleasure points, rendering her helpless.

            Without any warning, he slams himself inside her. He rams her too hard, as his fingers find spots between her legs that cause her to throw her head back, and grab at the air. Sex with him is pleasure beyond what any man has brought her, but also pain she has grown to enjoy, and find decadent.

            The power in his hips and legs cause her to undulate up and down on the bed. He growls, loudly, and screams out, then when he is about to explode, he becomes completely silent, and claws at her thighs.

            When he is done, he looks down on her, with heavy eyes, and slightly bared teeth. He lowers himself onto his back next to her. He pulls her on top of him, and holds her tight.

            They lay there for several minutes, him running his fingers through her hair.

            She remembers Jahny. Guilt settles down on her, like a mist from the sky. She thinks about talking to Sart about him. Then, her picture, on the cover of that magazine, heralded as a Goddess, flashes across the sky. Jahny could never accomplish that. Jahny also never scored her the lead in a movie, let alone three in a row. 

            She rubs Sart’s muscular, broad chest.

            He rolls out of bed, out from under her. She holds her head up for a moment, to see what he’s going to do.

            He goes into the bathroom, naked.

            She pulls a pillow to prop her head up, and looks toward the shower, expecting him back. She hears him start the whirlpool and shower.

            Her expression changes. More than anything, she knows she has abandoned Jahny. That thought brings her to tears. Jahny is her past, now.

CHAPTER 5 MINIMUM ENTROPY

            Blad & Sart.

            Retra wakes up in the bed she shares with Sart. His side is empty, again. She hears the muffled screams, slides out of bed completely naked, pulls on a robe, and walks to the bathroom. It’s empty.

            Again, a man yells out, in pain. She tries to deduce the location of the source. It seems to be coming from inside Sart’s closet. She opens the door, and walks in. One voice is loudly begging, while another is reprimanding, in a low but menacing tone. She recognizes both voices, but prays she’s wrong.

            She continues on. It is coming from behind a shelf-unit, which has been moved, just slightly. It had always been up against the wall, and now it’s pulled forward a bit. She imagines Sart with some kind of weapon in his hand, striking Blad.

            She pushes the shelf, and pulls it. It moves to one side, on a track. Behind the shelf, there is a door with a keyboard-combination lock, but it’s opened a crack. She peeks through the two-inch gap, and is horrified by what she sees.

            It’s a very bright, white room. Blad is strapped to the wall, about a foot off the ground, his arms outstretched. He is completely naked. He seems so much bigger, with no clothes to cover him up. His huge muscles glistening from sweat. They bounce, as he flexes against his restraints. Sart is standing just in front of him, obscuring Blad’s private region from Retra’s view, and is wearing some kind of black uniform with bright red stitching. Neither of them notice Retra.

            Blad is in a state of excruciating pleasure. Sart has Blad’s genitals in one hand, and is rubbing his chest and stomach with the other. “Say it. I don’t have to tell you what I want to hear. You should know. SAY IT!”

            Blad has an orgasmic spasm of pain from Sart’s hand movement.

            Retra is repulsed, shocked, and terrified.

            Blad is breathless, as he begs his master. “Please, PLEASE say it back. I need to hear it.” Sart does something with his hand and Blad grits his teeth. He grimaces, and can’t hold back. “ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT! I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU… I worship you.”

            Retra gasps, and Blad sees her eye through the crack. All the color drains from his face, and he tries to turn it away. Retra can barely stand.

            Sart does not turn around, but withdraws his hands from Blad. “You weakling. Don’t cry in front of Retra. That’s not appealing in the slightest.” He steps backwards, towards the door, and in a flash he has pulled it open.

            Blad is humiliated, but furious. He still keeps his face turned away as he flexes his muscles, trying to break free. His restraints bulge and threaten to snap. “I’m NOT crying!”

            Retra stands paralyzed in the doorway. She grabs at the shelf behind her, and turns to leave.

            Sart turns around. “Don’t leave. You wanted to see what occurs in this room. I’ll gladly show you. Blad is not partial to women watching, but I think it’s appropriate punishment.”

            Retra is beyond horror. She stammers. “I … don’t ...understand.”

            Sart approaches her. She panics, while trying not to let him see.

            He can’t miss it. “Oh, now, it’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s just a bit of fun.”

            Retra looks up at Blad. She feels sorry for him, but also disgusted. “I don’t think… I shouldn’t be here.” She turns to leave, again.

            Sart holds her shoulder, and this scares Retra even more. “Nonsense, I think we could find something to interest you.”

            She whimpers. “Please. I’ll just go.”

Sart smiles and pets Retra’s hair. She goes rigid, and her only thought, “This is it, he’s going to rape and kill me, now.”

            Sart just keeps smiling, and petting her hair. Each moment is excruciating. He hugs her, and rubs her back. “All right, then. We’ll be done with business shortly.”

            He releases her, and she hurries out of the closet.

            Sart slams the door shut, violently. He turns back to Blad, who won’t look up. “First, you bring her in here with your loud whining, then you make her feel unwelcome. This is all for you. What will you beg me to have done with you?”

            Blad doesn’t move, but glares down at Sart. “You left the doors open so she would find us.”

            Sart melts, and runs his hand up Blad’s stomach. “Yes, Blad. I do love you.”

            Blad’s teeth clench, and the muscles in his jaw and neck flex, holding back all his fury. His eyes water.

            "I'm sorry, Blad..." There is sincerity in Sart's words, for the first time, in a long time. "... I had to..."