AN: Due to time obligations, I cannot make this a one shot, really the setting makes this story a one shot so I devised a backstory to this. This isn't for the faint hearted and its a challenge on my behalf because Tenchi is to face a scenario with a range of emotions that frankly will make him in character or out of character (not that he has much character personally) Anyway this is for mature readers, ie: 18 and not under.

Frailty

Chapter I

By Dean Sharpeson

She couldn't breathe almost, the sheer weight of the bastard that was on top of her who was grinning, breathing down on her neck, he began kissing her slowly, he promised to be gentle once she agreed, Ayeka was beginning to learn (and on his bed of all things) that men rarely mean what they say, no matter how much one like herself would wish for it.

Please

It was a plea to listen, a beg to stop but this man had his bulk on top of her, they were naked and she was lying down looking up at him, eyes cannot draw away from what was on her, it was long too late to stop him once her tira was removed and once he started peeling away robe after robe of her dress. His kisses were smudged by his tongue sticking out in-between, the cold drool on her skin made her shudder and he shoved her onto the white quilt, but it was hardly a purity of consent yet not rape, technically, because she had agreed to his demands. The man was of every nightmare yet twisting fantasy what perhaps other men wished off, but not Tenchi thought Ayeka to a last dying belief. Certainly not him, she knew Tenchi wouldn't think like that, because he would never expect...the realisation added tears to her face. What had she done? Offering herself...to a monster?! A monster that prided itself in a fat and deformed physique. A sweaty bag of sickness, winkled in skin that had aged by his lack of refusal to do anything but kill others by a gun and possibly raped other women on this bed that was the only clean thing in his 'throne room'. He was a cruel pirate, Ayeka knew her grandmother would never forgive her, somehow she wondered, how would she keep all of this shame quiet, would Tenchi not talk about it, would he even dare ask how she 'saved' them.

He could hear her grunt, feel him push himself and that thing into her, the thing that made her scream as his hands were brusising her wrists by his grip, his face smearing over her breasts and his hips thrusting into her deeply. This was his Triumph. This was her Torment.

Stopstopstopstopstop

This wasn't her anymore, not the who spoke of herself and of her heritage Ayeka but an ayeka, one now timid and hurt, defeated and was now begging, begging to back on her word, even for what was at stake, all that she didn't care anymore. She just wanted it to stop. It was all apart, her pride, her future, her love and the ideal of it, he was ontop of her, never relenting, letting her know that she made a terrible mistake and that he would not care about anything else after this, only this.

He groaned, thrusted, Ayeka jerked and sobbed.

It was over.

Perhaps for him but not for her, she was left utterly exhausted, and her eyes swollen and dried to the point that she was unable to cry but 'he' refused to get off her for quite some time.

He then leaned to her and whispered in a mocking tone, reminding her to what she contracted herself to..

"When I get my breath, we'll continue and then you can tell your Tenchi what you did for him, once its morning of course."

Ayeka said nothing of course, what was there to say only to look back and wonder how it came to this...