Part 3
by Marie S.
Ashley lies back in bed. She feels languid in her post-coital bliss, her body still tingling from the orgasms SID gave her, his blue tinged semen between her legs. He is lying by her side, playing with her nipple and very pleased with himself.
She closes her eyes. Cort is very far away now. So are all the people in her life that she loves and who love her. They must be wondering where she is by now. She’s been gone for over three weeks. Has she been reported missing to the police?
She’s been alone here with SID since returning from Redemption. She is constantly vigilant for a way to be free, but she’s also learning to live with him. She has affection for him though she knows she shouldn’t. He isn’t a human man. But she sees flashes of humanity in him. In how he treats her and cares for her. Yet he can’t love her…can he? She mustn’t confuse her feelings for him with love.
She smiles at him. He grins back at her. How did he find her in Redemption? Not the time and general location. He told her he used his computers to calculate exactly when and where she landed after falling through the doorway. He walked directly into Cort’s house, tracking her to the exact spot where she was. No hesitation. He knew.
******
SID leans over and captures her nipple between his lips. He sucks strongly on it. He smiles as her eyes slip shut again. Things are back on his schedule. And he has enjoyed playing catch up with his beautiful butterfly. He runs his fingers over her shoulder where the bite mark has faded from her sensitive skin. She tasted good. And it provided the perfect distraction. She will always be within his reach. He is so clever.
He runs his finger through his semen on her thigh. She is completely his now. There will never be another man between her legs. He will soon ask her about the goal they have enjoyed working so diligently to achieve. Are the changes happening to her body yet? Does his perfect seed grow with her egg? She hasn’t bled yet.
He bought the pregnancy tests and let her know they’re under the sink in the bathroom when it is time. He’s checked there every day this week, but she hasn’t used one yet. He’s eager for this to happen. He knows it may take more than a month. He has greatly enjoyed each time he’s fucked her in their baby making. If it takes another month or two he’ll enjoy that just as much.
His Ash-lee has become restless although she enjoys their fucking each time. He’s sensed and observed it in her. She’s always watching. He’s given her more freedom on the estate. She spends much of her time in the pool and exercise room. The first time he let her be away from his direct observation she was suddenly running down the driveway toward the gate. She seemed not to care about her nakedness. He thought withholding her clothes would keep her from running. Most humans seem to have a foolish sense of modesty.
He easily caught her with his perfectly toned body. She stumbled when she cut her foot on a rock. He carried her back as she sobbed. She’s not tried to flee since. He doesn’t understand why she ran. He provides everything she needs. Himself. Perfect sex. Luxury surroundings. Gourmet food. Himself.
She’s lost some weight. He sucks on her other nipple. He likes her breasts as they are. He doesn’t want them smaller. He wants her healthy for him. For his baby. Their baby. No, she does not matter. She is just a vessel for his seed and pleasure. Yet he wants her happy. SID does not analyze how his feelings have changed for her. He does not believe in feelings. That is a human frailty he does not possess.
What he does possess is his Ash-lee. She’s his to use as he pleases for as long as he desires. And his desire for her grows. It hasn’t waned in any way. His long tongue licks her nipple and sucks it again into his mouth. She pushes her breast against his mouth as he ruins her for any other man in the future with his mastery of her body.
SID parts her legs again as his cock grows in his desire for her.
“Again, Ash-lee.”
Her legs part wider for him. He smiles. His. There can be no further doubt. His possession is complete.
He bathes his cock in her wetness and pushes inside her. She grips him. Together they groan in satisfaction. He pushes further into her hot body. Each time is better than the last. He whispers into her ear as he invades her fully. “Ash-lee.”
“SID,” she answers and wraps her legs around him. For a second she truly despises herself. How can she be so weak and want him so much? She is his captive, not his lover. He hikes her legs higher and hilts as deep inside her as he can plunge. Again she pushes her doubts away and gives into the pleasure the two of them find in each other. She arches her body against his.
“How many times can SID make his little butterfly come this time,” he purrs in her ear.
“Show me, SID.” Her head falls back, exposing her neck to him.
SID looks down on her. Her long red hair fans across the pillow in flaming tendrils. She is beautiful. Again he knows he made the perfect choice for him. His lips find the soft tender flesh of her neck. He kisses, licks, and nibbles on her. She writhes beneath him. Her tits crush against his chest.
He roars in triumph and moves inside her. Slowly, tantalizing her to call out to him. She urges him on. She comes hard as he pushes her into her first orgasm of this session. He doesn’t give her a chance to recover before he moves her toward her second. Faster he moves. Deeper and harder.
She drives him on. Rubbing her legs against him. Her hands stroke his skin, massaging his back and arm muscles. Her hips move in perfect sync with his thrusts.
“Again, my Ash-lee. I want your sweet cunt gripping my cock.” He pushes his tongue into her mouth and tongue-fucks her in the same rhythm as his cock. She cries out as his mouth swallows her scream of ecstasy. He smiles as her body grips his again.
Soon he’s fucking her very hard and fast. He pistons in and out of her body, searching for his own release. But he pulls her along with him again. Refusing to come until she peaks with him again. He plays her body like a master violinist on his Stradivarius. Her head falls back and her eyes close. He growls his release as she grips him again. He empties his questing seed into her perfect medium.
In that moment he knows he has accomplished his goal. He kisses her gently, staying buried in her body. He feels her heart pounding against his chest in excitement and exertion. He kisses her face. “My pretty sweet Ash-lee.” She hugs in around him as he moves them to their sides and wraps his body around hers. He holds her until she falls asleep in his arms.
He grins. He has exhausted her, but perhaps she’ll tire easily in her condition. He needs to find out more about human pregnancy from an expert. He remembers the list he compiled. He wants to meet them face to face before he allows one of them to examine her. If they’re unworthy, he’ll take her to LA to be seen. He pulls his soft cock from her body and carefully covers her with the sheet. She hugs into the pillow and settles back to sleep. She smiles at him before her eyes close a second time.
SID reaches out to stroke her hair. She’s done all he’s asked. He has things to do, but is reluctant to leave their bed and her. Ridiculous. He eases off the bed so as not to disturb her again and goes to their bathroom to quickly shower. Finishing, he looks at his dripping body in the mirror. Is he not beautiful? He uses her comb in his hair, and then rinses it out and dries it. He’s found she’s fastidious as he is.
He steps from the bathroom and watches his mate sleep. He strides to the bedside and writes a note to let her know he’ll be gone for a few hours and she’ll be locked in the room. His little spitfire. The last time he locked her in the bedroom without telling her she slapped him across the face. He rather enjoyed it. He’s read enough about pregnancy to know he must be what was termed “considerate” of her, hence the note this time.
SID jogs down the stairs to the kitchen and fixes her a sandwich, glass of milk and a mixture of fresh berries with a dollop of whipped cream. He adds a fresh rose to the tray, carries it up to the bedroom and leaves it along with the note on the table. She remains asleep. His eyes sparkle as he looks at her. He closes the bedroom door behind him and locks the keypad. He hums his latest composition as he goes to his private dressing room to ready himself for the strange sounding OB/Gyn selection.
******
Ashley awakens in their bed. She
stretches. Feeling a bit sore. She yawns and rolls over to see if SID is in
the room. She doesn’t see him anywhere and calls out softly to him.
”SID?”
There’s no response. She sees the tray on the bedside table and grins. How sweet of him. She slips across the sheets to check it out. She takes the rose in her fingers, twirls it, and brushes the soft pink petals across her cheek.
The sandwich catches her eyes. It looks good. She leans over to take a whiff. As soon as the smell assaults her nose, she’s jumping out of bed and running toward the bathroom. She falls on her knees before the toilet and vomits in the porcelain bowl.
It finally stops. She wipes her mouth and flushes the toilet. She sits on the floor with her back to the wall and shakes. She pulls herself into a ball and hugs her arms around her body as tightly as she can. And then she begins to sob. There’s no more denying the truth she already suspected.
“God, help me, please. What am I going to do?” she pleads into the air. Her voice echoes inside the bathroom.
Once she’s under better control and feels as though she can move without throwing up, she eases across the floor to the cabinet to take out two of the pregnancy tests. SID went a little overboard and bought five of them.
She opens the first box with some difficulty because of her shaking fingers. She removes the instructions, opens the second box and does the same. After reading, she pees into the small collection container in the first kit and dips first one, then the other of the tests into her urine. Then she waits.
While waiting for something that’s really important, when the outcome can change the rest of your life, minutes pass like hours. She decides to brush her teeth, considering her mouth feels awful anyway. Sticking the toothbrush in her mouth makes her stomach lurch, but there isn’t anything there to come up any longer.
She’d like to go crawl back in bed the way she’s feeling, but she has to know for sure. This is too important. She picks up the first test and compares it to the instructions, which isn’t really necessary. It’s changed color and there is a large + sign on the test. It’s positive. She checks the second and it is also confirms she’s pregnant. She sighs. “So the answer to my question is, I’m going to have a baby, God.”
She cleans up and throws everything away except the two positive test meters. Somehow she feels SID will want to revel in his virility at having impregnated her. He’s reached his goal and in the first month. He’ll be so pleased.
She feels so dirty. His semen seems to be on her everywhere. Ashley decides it may relax her if she takes a shower. The closed in claustrophobic cabin fever she’s been feeling lately returns, but it’s intensified over any of the prior times. She showers, but the feeling remains. She forces herself into the mundane activities of brushing her long hair and putting on some makeup. She feels steady when she finishes, but the feeling of having to escape has, if anything, increased.
Ashley rushes out into the bedroom, remembering that SID left a note with the tray of food. She picks up the note and glass of milk, hoping a few sips of the milk will help her stomach calm. She reads the note and the glass almost drops from her fingers.
She runs to the large solid oak bedroom door and yanks on the knob trying to open it. It’s firmly locked. She kicks at the door and pulls harder on the knob. She slams her shoulder painfully against it, finally dropping exhausted to the hardwood floor. She has an overwhelming desire to escape from this room.
She curses him. “Damn you, SID. How long are you going to be gone and leave me here? I need to speak to you.”
She looks down at her flat belly and strokes her hand over it. Again she prays. “Please, God. I have to talk to someone. I can’t take this solitude any longer. I’m afraid it’s going to drive me crazy if I’m shut up here for much longer. My baby deserves better than that. Please, help me.”
Whether God placed it there or the thought pops into her head on it’s own, Ashley remembers there’s one way out of this place. But the way out frightens her. That’s the way she met Cort. She could find him in Redemption again. It would give her someone to talk to, even if only for one day. The need to escape flares strongly in her. She has to get out of here. Rational exit or not.
She drinks down the milk to make sure she’s well hydrated, and fights off waves of nausea. She’d take a full glass of water if she thought it wouldn’t spill or break in the descent and injure her. She eats some of the crust off the bread. She still doesn’t think she could stomach the sandwich or fruit.
She’s already made the decision to go. She’s searched these rooms a hundred times and knows there’s nothing that will help with her journey. She pulls the top sheet off the bed again and wraps it around her. She’s not going completely naked. Especially not to Cort. She blushes for a moment as she thinks about how the two of them were so attracted to one another. What Ashley needs is his comfort, kindness, and companionship. No romance, she vows.
How angry will this make SID? And how jealous will he get? There was an awful lot of male posturing going between SID and Cort on the last trip she made to Redemption and that had been accidental. She will reassure SID that this is just a trip to visit. It will be fine. She will write him a note. She picks up a pen and turns over the sheet of paper he left her note on.
Dear, SID:
I have good news for you. I’m pregnant with our baby. The proof is in the bathroom. I know this will make you very happy. I’m happy about it too, but I can’t stay in this room any longer. I need to get away for a short time. I’m going to see Cort even though I’m scared to go through the doorway again. I have to talk to a friend.
Please try and understand. If you could give me a day or two to visit in Redemption before you come for me, I will gladly return. When I do we need to talk about more freedom for me. I know you have been trying to give me more access to the estate, but I also have to have contact with my friends and family, SID. I’m not a solitary person and I need to be around those I love. Please think about it and I’ll see you soon.
Ashley.
Ashley reads back over the note and adds Love, before her name. She can’t deny it. She cares deeply about SID although she shouldn’t. And now they will have a baby together. No matter what happens between them in the future, they’re now linked forever with the baby.
She puts the note on the table and sets her empty glass on the edge to keep it in place. She walks toward the closet. Opening the door she steps inside. She stands and looks at the door in the far wall she now knows leads to another world. She walks over and triggers the latch. The door opens to darkness and a rush of cool air. She sits down and swings her legs out into the abyss. She trembles as she remembers the terror of falling the first time. This time she won’t be so scared. She knows where she’s going.
Ashley gathers the sheet tightly around her body, takes a deep breath and eases out into the passageway to Cort’s world. She stays in a seated position as she descends in the controlled fall toward Redemption. The sheet flutters around her. She protects her abdomen with her hands. She feels free for the first time in nearly a month.
******
SID guns Ashley’s car up the driveway and into the garage. He giggles with glee as it stops perfectly without denting the bumper. He really enjoys driving her little toy. He’ll take her for a drive when they go to the doctor he chose. She will be pleased. He chose the best, of course. Nothing but the best for his Ashley and baby.
He grabs the irises for Ashley off the front seat. Considering the lack of sophistication in the small town, the florist has a diverse selection of type and color. He grins in anticipation of her reaction to the flowers and the gourmet meal he got for her. He code locks the garage door while juggling the bags, flowers and the newspaper.
The only wrinkle in his plans was seeing Ashley’s picture on the front page of the paper with the headlines:
Beautiful Heiress Missing. Where Can She Be?
SID glances up at their bedroom window with a grin. He knows. The only problem could be the doctor if she recognizes his Ashley before she’s ready to be returned to her society. He’s been thinking about that. SID isn’t sure he is ready to share her with anyone else yet. He’s enjoying her being his alone.
He hums as he enters the house and bounds up the stairs toward the bedroom. He sings out to her, “My Ash-lee, SID has some special presents for his beauty.”
He listens at the door, there are no sounds. She couldn’t possibly still be sleeping. His keen ears listen for the sound of water splashing as he unlocks the door. Perhaps she is in the bath. That would be a bonus.
There’s complete silence in the room.
“Ash-lee?” SID hurries toward the bathroom. She must have fallen asleep in the tub. She’s not in the bedroom. He opens the door and sweeps in with flourish. There’s still some moisture in the room from a recent shower. Her toothbrush is wet.
SID loses interest for a moment in those clues as he sees the pregnancy tests on the counter. Two of them. Both positive. He grins with delight. Now where is his little minx so he can congratulate her as only SID can? His cock stirs at just the thought.
“My Ash-lee? Where are you, my pretty? Your SID arrives bearing gifts and prodigious talents to give to you.” He giggles. Still no answer.
“Are you hiding in the closet? You did that once before. Stay away from that door.” He chuckles. Still no answer. She wouldn’t, or would she?
Urgently now, he calls for her. “Ash-lee!” He drops his presents on the floor and throws open the closet door. He immediately feels the breeze from the open doorway to his other worlds. The closet is empty and the small door remains ajar.
He hurries to the opening and calls out to her. He hears nothing. She has no idea of the possible danger she’s in. He rushes from the closet. The realization hits him. She really has no idea. He never told her. He thought she’d be too fearful to go through the doorway again. She’d been terrified after her first journey. He didn’t put a keypad lock on the passageway as he’d originally intended after she fell through.
SID sees the paper under her empty milk glass on the table. He reads her note. His face darkens. He reads it again. His temper boils to the surface as he crumples the note and throws it on the floor. His fist smashes down on the glass, shattering it. It cuts open the side of his hand. His blue tinged blood starts to drip onto the shards of glass. The glass rushes into his cut to seal his wound. He would have preferred the pain a bit longer. It would help him to ignore the uncomfortable feeling in his chest that her leaving produced.
SID doesn’t understand. If she needed someone to talk to, why wouldn’t she talk to him first? It doesn’t matter that he wasn’t here at the time and probably wouldn’t have listened anyway. She should have waited and tried. She is his.
He looks at the tray of food he left for her. Why didn’t she at least eat before she left? All that’s missing is the milk and a bite or two of bread crust. He shakes his head. His reactions are clouding his reason. He must work on finding her before any harm befalls her or the baby. There are several past worlds he hopes she hasn’t fallen into. All of them can hold unseen dangers. The odds of her landing back in Redemption with her “friend” are very slim.
The last time SID knew the exact moment she fell through the doorway. It had been simpler to calculate where she would land with his computers. He has no surveillance cameras in the closet. He won’t have an exact time to pinpoint now. Only an estimate. He may need to seek her out in two or three worlds, depending on how long the door was open to each world.
He descends the stairs to his room. His powerful little world that is set aside for security, exploration and voyeurism as he’s studied and watched his Ashley. His favorite places to watch her are in bed, the bathroom, and exercising in the gym or the pool. Although his cameras are all hidden and beyond detection, he is sure Ashley knows he’s been watching her.
Recently she was exercising on the spinner in the gym. He got hard watching her sex rubbing on the seat between her legs. The thin sheen of moisture on her body delighted him, as did the way her breasts jiggled from the fast motion. He stripped off his clothes, went to the gym with a full erection and pulled her off the machine and took her on the floor mat. Afterwards she grinned at him and said, “That really turned you on, SID.” She giggled that light musical sound that has a direct line to his cock. He gave her a sly grin, neither confirming nor denying. But she knew he’d been watching.
SID begins to review the images from the time he left. She was sleeping peacefully in their bed as he left her. His finger reaches out, wanting to stroke her hair. He speeds past the rest of her sleeping and notes the time when she awakens. She stretches. Her body moving is directly connected to his cock. Even now he can feel it stir as he watches her lithe movements. The first thing she does is call out to him. She smiles. She’s pleased with the tray of food. She doesn’t see the note, but instead gets an unpleasant look on her face.
SID watches fascinated as she runs to the bathroom. He switches to the bathroom camera as she drops to the floor and begins to spew into the toilet. His upper lip curls distastefully as he watches and listens to her. What was the cause of this? He focuses on something he learned recently. Morning sickness.
SID has the strong urge to gather her in his arms and hold her to him as she sobs. Again, this is something he doesn’t understand. This overwhelming need to protect her and keep her safe. He thinks it’s because of the baby, but he didn’t know about her pregnancy until today and he’s felt this before for her. She prays. She needed him. He chose the wrong time to leave her alone. He couldn’t know.
In the note she said that she’s happy about the baby. Is she? She also signed the note with love. What does this love mean? A purely human emotion. A strange emotional attachment to another person. He believes that emotions weaken humans. It would be beneath him to allow such a thing within himself.
He watches a transformation overtake Ashley on the images. Fear and uncertainty after her pregnancy is confirmed. The anger that overtakes her when she realizes that SID had locked her in the bedroom. She called out to him and her God again. He sees on her face the moment she decides to leave despite her fear. The resilience of steel that overtakes her.
As she wraps herself in the sheet and walks through the closet door, SID sees she won’t turn back. He moves the tape forward slowly. She shut the closet door behind her. His perfect vision sees the slight flutter of the carpet fibers below the door. Was it from the door opening or from her descending into the passageway? Either way it gives him a possible time of descent. He watches the tape slowly. He sees no further disturbance of the carpet over the next 10 minutes of the tape. Nothing for 20 minutes. She was gone.
He looks at the clock and matches the times. She’s been gone for 2 hours already. He decides to concentrate on the 10 minute time frame from after she shut the closet door until after the movement of the carpet. Sometime in there she descended into the passageway. He doesn’t believe she hesitated for very long once she opened the doorway. He must calculate where the passage was open to during those 10 minutes.
After several hours of work, SID narrows the possible places down to three, and probably more likely, two times and places she might have journeyed to. He decides to discount the last as it’s on the far end of the time frame.
One is a place she knows, yet doesn’t
know. The other gives him a chill down his spine to think of her in the
barbaric time. He will go there first. He prepares himself to search the
ancient time first. To rule out the greater danger. He dons the dress of a
senator of
He has to go into that place and time to search for her through the microchip implanted between her neck and shoulder. If she isn’t there, then he will have to return, change and go to the other place. More precious hours wasted. As much as he loathes thinking of her finding a connection to one of the others again, he hopes one of them will be looking after her and protecting her from harm until he arrives.
SID stands at the open passageway and opens it to the ancient time with his handheld device. He carefully tucks it in his clothing and steps into the darkness. His search for Ashley is on.
To be continued