A People's Plight

Chapter 8

Susan

The fogginess faded from Susan once again, as she became aware of her surroundings.  She was laid on the bed like she expected, but something was pressing down on her stonach.  She felt someone's hot breath on her cheek and panic rose in her chest.

She tried to move her arms and legs, but once again they didn't even twitch.  She did manage to open her eyes though and turning her head towards the peraon laid beside her, she found herself staring at the Jace's face, a relaxed face full of pleasure.  It wasn’t him, was it?  It couldn’t be, Jace wouldn't do this, would he?

She look again, it wasn't Jace, it was someone who looked a lot like him, but there were subtle differences.  This man had a broken nose, his eyes darker and had less laughter lines around them.  There was also a scar on his chin. Moving her gaze downwards she noticed that his muscles were less well defined than Jace's, with a touch of flab.

A hint a relief flushed through her at this realisation, relief that it wasn't Jace doing this to her. But she also felt panic, if it wasn’t Jace, who was it?

The man smiled at her, and started stroking her stomach with his hand. "You are finally awake, I have been waiting ages!" he exclaimed. "I was wondering, would you be up for some pleasure?" he asked, raising his eyebrow.

Tingling had started up in her fingers and toes, she tried once again to wriggle them, but nothing happened.  She did manage to speak, her voice raspy, "What!"

"Oh, sorry. you can't understand me, can you? Let me demonstrate." and with that his hand came to rest on her right breast, his thumb caressing her n****e through her bra.

She cursed inwardly at her body, as her n****e stood erect as a result of his ministrations. she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, getting ready to speak but his whisper in her ear made her catch her breath, "I can tell you like this, do you want more?"

His hand left her breast and started stroking its way down her stomach and to the waist of her trousers. Just as she felt his fingers start to slide under her waistband, she found her voice, shouting "No! I don't want mire, get off me! Now!"

He withdrew his hand and rolled away from her. "What the f**k!" he exclaimed as he sat up on the edge of the bed.  "How can you understand me?' he asked, looking over his shoulder at her.

"Jace gave me a translator. Now, who are you and what are you doing here?" she demanded.

"I'm Jace's brother. I...I.....I'm sorry, I just thought.....um.... never mind.  It wouldn't be good if he caught me here, especially like this!"  With that he reached down and then stood up, pulling on his trousers and walking to the door.

Her arms suddenly came free from behind her head and by the time he reached the door, she had managed to pull her blouse over her bare torso.  He paused with his hand on the handle of the door and look back at her, "I'm sorry, its just that I've never seen a woman before and I....." his expression full of remorse. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, his face was blank, "As far as Jace is concerned, I was never here.  Understood?"

She managed to croak out a "yes", and then he was gone.  She felt warms tears streak down her cheeks as she sat up and started to button up her blouse.