Bol's End and a New Beginning
Part One
by Tanya Nonsutoppo
Tanya, the almost five-foot tall thirteen year-old fox girl with long blue hair and a surprisingly attractive body to most men who saw her, was in her room. Humming as she got dressed, she was in her underwear and was just putting her pants on. She didn't know it, but she was being watched.
Bol, the normally eighteen and a half foot tall giant of a saiyin with wild purple hair and red eyes that could seem to penetrate into anybody's soul, was watching her through the window. He was staying at the height of seven feet tall and was grinning as Tanya dressed herself. She was getting her bra on now, he wanted her to take all of her clothes off but had to settle for stalking her every day.
Tanya sensed Bol as he looked at her and gasped, her eyes wide. She turned around and covered herself, then realized her mistake as she watched Bol climb in through the window, grinning and walking up to her. Tanya tried to back away but Bol only came closer until his body was touching hers. He had his arms up on either side of her, preventing her from escaping. He grinned more as he looked her over, then grabbed her chest and started massaging her nipples aggressively.
"Argh! That hurts! Stop it!" Tanya cried, trying to move away from him or to slap him, she soon found she couldn't though. Bol smiled more at her efforts to get away, he rubbed her nipples more through her bra then he pulled her close while still rubbing. Tanya frowned and tried harder to get away, "Let me go! Stop it!" she shrieked as she struggled more against his rock-hard grip.
Bol just smiled, his grip holding her where she was as he used one hand to hold her and one to get a nearby rope. He tied her up crudely but tightly, so tightly in fact that Tanya began getting rope burn from the smooth rope, which was now not so smooth due to it's being used roughly. Bol grinned at Tanya, "My new sex slave…" he muttered as he licked his lips and stared at her hungrily. Tanya's eyes widened and she tried harder to get away, she couldn't though and had her clothes brutally ripped off her, Bol didn't notice that he had snapped her bra against her chest and didn't care that it was bleeding heavily from her old injury. In fact, he enjoyed the bloodbath he was getting from her bleeding.
He turned Tanya and himself so that they faced the bed, then with a huge, malice-filled grin pasted on his face, pushed her rudely onto the bed. He then walked to the edge and, putting his giant hands on it, began to crawl onto the bed. He was directly over her and he made a fist, he then laid on top of Tanya and placed his fist near her entry, when she refused to spread her legs out of the way, he forced her to spread them. He began to viciously push his fist in and pull it out just as viciously. Tanya screamed from the pain as he did it, but he paid her pain no heed as he continued, more roughly and viciously until he forced Tanya to cum. He pulled his fist out of her and licked the blood and what she had cummed off of it, then looked at her.
Tanya was laying there on the bed, her head tilted back and to the side with her neck showing. Her eyes were closed with tears streaming from them down the sides of her face. Her open mouth and her gasping for breath revealed that she was already exhausted from the ordeal so far. Her chest, which had been forced up, was bleeding heavily and her breathing was ragged. Her entry was also bleeding heavily. If she wasn't healed soon she would die.
Bol just smiled, enjoying the feel of her body touching his. He held her legs and pulled them up and out, respreading them, he then ripped them off so she couldn't move her lower body, he smiled more and entered her with his manhood, Tanya was so weak and in too much pain to move, protest, or react at all. This made Bol frown, and he thrust himself into her farther and harder, so forceful in fact it would make her react.
Tanya moaned slightly from the new pain it caused her, Bol frowned, he wanted more reaction from her, he pulled out and thrust himself into her harder and farther, causing her to gasp and moan louder. He laid himself onto her heavily and his mouth found her neck as his hands found her nipples, he began to bite her neck and rub her nipples crudely until they were raw and bled, but he kept rubbing. Tanya was breathing heavily and gasping for air now, as well as moaning from the pain he caused her. Bol grinned as he bit, rubbed her raw, and thrust himself in and out of her cruelly.
Tanya moaned louder from the pain and her breathing became shallower as she struggled to breath from her heavily damaged chest. Bol frowned when he saw she wasn't reacting as much and hadn't cummed to him yet. He looked at her half dead, naked body and frowned, slamming himself into her and giving her nipples a final rub that caused the skin to peel off her and biting down hard on her neck. Tanya gasped for breath from the sudden powerful sexual attack and passed out from the combination.
Bol looked down at her and saw the fear of him in her face as well as the relief she felt that she couldn't feel, see, or hear what he did to her next, as well as another expression mixed in. It was an expression that Bol didn't know much anything about but he could tell that she was longing for something, and he was not that something. It was then that he snapped, tears appeared in his eyes as he stared at her face.
"Oh my God… What have I done?" he questioned himself as he lifted himself off and out of her. He looked her over and saw the damage he had caused to her physically, he couldn't even imagine the psychological damage he had caused her, he frowned and shook his head at himself, "Why did I do that to her? She was so innocent, and I shattered that innocence… I don't even know why I did it…" he sighed and looked at her, he found her legs thrown into a wall and picked them up, then walked to the bed and healed them back into place. He healed the rest of her body the best he could and found some clean clothes and dressed her after untying her and making her forget about what he had done to her. He disposed of the rope and began cleaning her room silently, every blood splatter was cleaned and every thing he had destroyed was restored to it's original state.
After a while, Bol saw the room was quite clean, he began picking up her things and putting them into their proper places. He came upon a stuffed horse near the bed and picked it up. Looking it and the rest of the room over, "This must be her favorite stuffed animal, she probably sleeps with it." He said as he went over to the bed and saw Tanya was asleep on her side and smiled. he lifted her arm and placed the horse gently under it then placed her arm over it. He looked at her a second then lifted the sheets and blankets he had cleaned over her, tucking her in. He looked around the room and smiled at his handiwork, "That looks about right…" he whispered before disappearing.
Tanya smiled in her sleep at feeling her stuffed horse nearby, she couldn't remember and never would remember what Bol had done to her two hours before. Her thoughts were those of the young child she had never truly been. She enjoyed the innocence of her thoughts and smiled
Bol read her thoughts from the shadows and smiled, "That's the way it should be… I just hope nothing else so horrible as what I did happens to her again…" he muttered as he hid farther in the shadows.
