This chapter is one of the reasons for the rating – if you don't like violence and lemons you should skip this. Careful – this chapter is full of mature content.
Her first night was the worse. After she got cleaned and after they brought her dinner, she waited unsure of what was going to happen. She walked around the room impatiently, she wanted to hit something, kick something or just run like hell. After many hours nothing happened. So she decided to go to sleep and try to relax. She was woken by the sound of the door opening, it had been dark and there was no light in the room. She sat up to see who was coming in, but she could only notice a person covered in darkness. It wasn't the bald man that brought her to the palace. This person was much shorter, with flame shaped hair. She clenched her fists, with anger and fear at the same time. He didn't say anything to her, he just kept moving towards the bed at a slow pace. He could see her just perfectly in the dark, her blue hair and the milky white skin shone in the dark. His guard was right, she wasn't broken. Not yet, he thought and smirked.
He suddenly grabbed her by her hands and made her stand up. She was just a bit shorter than him, she shook with fear, and he could smell it coming off her. He leaned towards her and inhaled her natural smell. Fear mixed with some addicting, intoxicating female smell. He wanted her just from looking at her in slave house, but now that smell was driving him insane with lust. He rarely felt such feelings towards females, and was a bit surprised with the rise of pressure in his body. She tried pushing him away, resisted him, pushed him to let her go. But her feeble strength was not enough to even make him notice her resistance. He just couldn't wait to make her smell like him, and he briefly wondered what their mixed scent would smell like. Pushing her down on the bed and ripping her clothes he only thought about the immense lust he left for this new toy of his.
She felt his hands everywhere on her body. She prayed she had her voice back to yell at him, to tell him something to make him stop. To tell him how much he was hurting her, with those steel hands squeezing tightly on her body. She wanted to scream, not with pleasure but with pain. His touch hurt, his body violating her body hurt so much that she just wanted to die. She felt like dying, tears came to her eyes, her body still resisting and trying to fight him. When he finished clearly satisfied, she just wanted to die. She felt hurt, wet, and comfortable. She felt broken. She prayed that he left her alone, but instead he spent the entire night in her bed, taking her as many times as he wished. She stopped counting those times; she just prayed it would hurt less. And each time she was awoken from slumber to be raped again she prayed to die.
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Days passed and his hunger for her could not be satiated. He spent every night with her, not interested in any other female in the palace. Rejecting all those Saiyan whores running around him like bitches in heat. Every night she tried fighting him off, and with every night he tried to control his temper and not to spoil her body too much with his strength. She was refreshing, her beauty alluring, and his lust for her growing. Sometimes he would wonder what it would be like to actually take her willingly. If she would find his sexual appetite attractive if he were more gently with her. But he enjoyed the fight more, the tears, and the smell of fear. He was addicted to the smell of his seed on her, the scent of her hair and skin. Spending the night next to her he did not suffer from his usual nightmares of the past. If he awoke he could just reach out and take her again and again, until he would tire and fall back to sleep.
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After many days of constant abuse she felt tired. Tired of living. Her days were peaceful but boring as hell. She could bathe, wait for meals and stare at the walls. She mostly slept trying to ignore the pain of her bruised and damaged body. She kept wondering if she could get out. She considered taking off the bracelet, and devised plans of leaving this planet. But she knew she had few places to go to, and few things to hope for. She tried focusing on her current situation and if there was anything that could make her nights less painful. Every time she fought with him, it seemed to make him more aroused. All she knew about sex was from her terrifying experiences with him; however she did remember that on her planet both women and men considered sex as fun. She had watched so many romantic films, and usually people who had sex had lots of fun. Her mother always suggested it was one of the most pleasant things in the world. And considering her owners eagerness it was pleasant for him for sure. Now if there only was a way to make it less painful and more fun for her...
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As soon as he entered the room he noticed the change in the smell. It was still addicting and alluring, however there was a tone missing. She wasn't in the bedroom; he heard the shower in the bathroom. He smirked, now that was something new for him. Usually she would wait for him shaking in the bed. He did not hesitate one bit, he dropped his clothes to the floor and followed the sound of the running water. The light was on, contrary to what he usually preferred with her. She was standing behind the glass door her bare back towards him.
She wasn't surprised that he joined her; she was a bit scared her crazy plan won't work, but he followed the bait easily. She felt his strong hands turn her around and push her into the cold wall. Instead of fighting with him, she gently touched his arms feeling the powerful muscles under her fingers. She was tortured and used so much she had nothing to fear anymore.
He leaned in to sniff her, growling when he couldn't smell her fear. His eyes locked with her, he pushed her harder into the wall with his body. He could feel her shake as he lifted her up with his strong arms, with a slight surprised he noticed that her legs instantly went around his waist. She kept her eyes locked with his as he entered her and started pushing her into the wall with each trust. He felt the need to make her close her eyes. He wanted her to tear her eyes away from his; he would never let her win the silent battle. If he couldn't make her close her eyes in fear, pain or to cry, he decided he would do it with pleasure. He slowed down, taking his time to gently rock her against the shower wall. After some time he felt her loosen up more, and more, and she kept receiving his trusts without resistance. Soon he felt it, the tension building up in her, her inner wall clenching him. And then it came, she closed her eyes, shaking leaned into his shoulder as her first orgasm overtook her. He couldn't help but smile and push harder into her to find his own satisfaction.