Chapter Fifteen
Humiliation
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My eyes slowly opened. They were crusted with dried tears. I could faintly see Vegeta standing across the room within the darkness. I noticed that we weren't in our room. I remembered we weren't there. We were in some sort of stone and metal room filled with chains, braces, cuffs, ropes and bondage like concoctions all hanging from the ceiling around me. I was in the center of the room with one single light aimed down on me. Vegeta had his arms crossed as he slowly walked towards me from out of the shadows. He was in his finest Royal armor. He must have changed out of his suit and gone to that stupid meeting or something. How long had I been out?
Probably a few hours at least…
He knew how much I liked that look on him, though. He was trying to break me. At his waist was attached a long, wrapped up black leather whip, the silver remote to my collar and a silk cloth that wisped as he adjusted his stance.
I couldn't move. My wrists were tied together and chained up above my head to the ceiling. There was a ball gag tied in my mouth, so I couldn't speak or protest. Damn human inventions… or maybe, Saiyans just had the same shit. I don't fucking know! I was wearing nothing more than my small black laced and strapless bra and little black laced thong that I had been wearing under my dress from dinner. That bastard! He was just getting back at me for… for… what the fuck did I do?! Oh, no… it couldn't be… was it… for me staring at Kakarot?!
Are you fucking serious?! That's what all THIS shit is about?! What the fuck?!
Vegeta showed no expression on his face. He paced around me slowly; carefully watching me. His eyes were intense. I felt his gloved hand graze the side of my neck and moved his fingers through my hair gently. I became extremely nervous; every time Vegeta seemed and acted gentle, he's really plotting the most terrifyingly horrible or painful punishment.
Vegeta, in all his proud glory, mocked me, taunted me. He knew I was beginning to like him; even though he was a sadist, pretentious, prick! He came around full circle and stood in front of me. He stepped forward and took hold of my jaw.
"Look at you… Who the fuck do you think you are?!"
His voice was hard and rough; dry and disturbed. I felt a strong twisted, sick feeling in the bottom of my gut. I was hung up high enough so my tippy toes just barely touched the ground. My ankles were also bound, so, yeah, I was beyond fucked at this point.
"You're going to regret what you did to me! Oh… you are going to regret it for the rest of your days, woman! I tried being nice, I tried giving you the comfort of a home, a wardrobe, a bed… a mate… now, that's all gone! You are no longer my mate… You are my slave, and nothing more! A worthless slave; just as you were intended to be in the first place!"
His words were stern and dark. Evil swept through his eyes; dark and black as the deepest corners of space. The air became very cold as I held my breath. He pulled the whip from his belt and began to walk behind me. His hand curled under the back of my bra, using his brute strength and ripping it from my body. The pain stung as it ripped over my skin, making it red and leaving a few cuts. I moaned loudly from the intensity, and then the same pain shot through me again as he did the same thing to my thong. He chuckled under his low, hoarse voice. I heard him step further away behind me; him still chuckling manically. I whimpered, trying to speak through the gag in my mouth, but it was no use.
"Nhim th-thsdorreh…!"
I whimpered more and more, praying he understood my apology to him.
"What was that? Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you? Did you just say that you were 'sorry'?!"
"Nghhsh, Nghesh!"
I tried saying 'yes, yes' and I nodded repeatedly, praying he wouldn't do anything too harsh to me. I wasn't a Saiyan, as much as his father wanted me to be, but sadly, I was only human.
"He-he; well… I don't accept apologies from slaves!"
His voice dropped very low and became very cold. He was angry, and he was about to take that anger out on me. I closed my eyes tight, praying for it to be over soon. I heard the whip uncurl and hit of ground. Tears began to form in the corners of my eyes. My whole body tensed as a cold essence went up my spine. I whimpered uncontrollably.
"I always enjoyed you humans and your ways of torment and torture. It fascinated me that you all became so weak over time, so pathetic and miserably, little beings… I find 'this' method a lot more effective…"
I let out a small whimper as he continued talking.
"You shouldn't have looked at him… no, not looked, STARED!"
Holy fuck, he's pissed!
"Everyone in the room saw. Like you staring at me when you first saw me, you stared at that man, and everyone saw, and everyone LAUGHED!"
I clenched my hands and bit down hard. I…I wasn't… did I really stare at him that long?! No, I couldn't have! He was just exaggerating it! I couldn't help it! I couldn't get him out of my head! Why was a seeing him?! Why was I thinking about him?!
Stop it, stop it! He's my friend.
Vegeta chuckled out loud again, frightening me back into the dark and cruel reality. He licked his lips with envy.
"…and I know you already knew him before dinner tonight… I heard you… your thoughts while I was fucking you when I got back from my last mission. You said his name in your thoughts…"
I went numb.
What?! That's… That's impossible!
"Your blood runs hot for someone other than me… and you'll be severely punished for that, my dear…"
Tears ran down my cheeks as he spoke the cruel, dark words. I cringed and another whimper slipped.
"He was the one I smelt on you… I won't punish him, though… that way, he'll just know how badly he fucked up for getting a little too friendly with my mate… You'll be taking twice the punishment that he won't be receiving…"
He chuckled at my weak, pathetic cries.
"He-he; just relax… the less you move around and scream, the easier I'll go on you!"
He loved every fraction of this! He wanted to see me get cut down, to beg at his feet; I wasn't going to fall that low, I couldn't, I wouldn't let myself. He raised his arm very slowly over his head, preparing his first strike. I wasn't going to fall… I… I wasn't going to…
"I'll give you five lashes…"
His voice scared me so much. I kept my breath held and prepared for the first striking pain. He grinned at my weak, defenseless figure, loving the power he had over me.
"…If you disobey me again, though, I'll double that… for each… and every… TIME…!"
The whip cracked through the air and pierced a line, streaking down my back. My whole body tensed and my back arched forward in agonizing pain. I screamed into the gag unconsciously, forgetting Vegeta's rule. He growled behind me and cracked the whip again. Striking over the same spot as before, tripling the pain. I was screaming uncontrollably at the piercing pain.
"I told you… if you don't scream, I'll… go… EASIER!"
He smiled wickedly at my back at the third whip lash. I whimpered, shaking uncontrollably to the pain, holding in all of my heart-wrenching screams. I bit down on the ball hard, clenching my fists above me until I heard the knuckles crack.
"He-he… good girl…"
His voice was low and like a whisper. I inhaled and exhaled deeply, but rapidly, trying to calm my screaming, aching nerves. The fourth lash seemed lighter. It was light enough to not pierce through my skin, but still made me flinch. Maybe it did break the skin, and I just couldn't feel it from my whole body being numb. Tears ran down my cheeks, waiting for the final blow.
"He-he, one more… You're doing very well for your first punishment, my little slave."
Wait… this was… m-my FIRST PUNISHMENT?! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?! SO, ALL THAT OTHER SHIT HE DID TO ME BEFORE ON THE SHIP WASN'T OR EVEN WHEN WE ARRIVED?! THAT WASN'T EITHER?! WHAT THE FUCK?! That son of a bitch is going to do this to me again?! Fuck… no…
He lifted the whip, and then as hard and he possibly could, whipped it down and stuck the length of my back, ripping open the skin. I clenched and bit so hard that my teeth pierced into the rubber of the ball. Blood slowly ran down my back, rear and legs; forming a small puddle at my feet. Vegeta slowly came back around to see my face, wrapping the whip back up like a lasso and hooking it back onto his belt. Blood droplets sprayed a small stream up the left side of his face. He grinned darkly, licking the corner of his mouth where blood sprayed and gently grabbed my chin, holding me still. I breathed heavily and wept as he stared upon me. He darkly spoke,
"Good… good girl… Now, we can begin.
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I walked back up the stairs slowly, round and round the narrow stairwell. Black swelling skin and blood blinded my eyes. Vegeta had beaten me to a pulp. He threatened me to get back upstairs to the bedroom and that I will not be allowed to leave the room for three days. He unlocked the door and pointed out, directing me to leave. Once I began going up the first few steps, he slammed the door angrily. I opened the door and saw the bedroom door across the hallway. I stepped out and saw the Five Elites; including Nathan who all paused and gasped when they saw me.
"T-Taylor…?"
I kept walking. Nathan tried to come towards me, but Kakarot quickly grabbed his arm, stopping him. When Nathan glared back at him, Kakarot just shook his head and Nathan knew. I didn't care that I was naked; I was in so much pain. They were all standing about twenty feet down the hall from me, just staring. Bardock looked the least horrified; if anything, the bastard looked turned on. I got to the door and quickly glanced over at them. They were all staring, disgusted and horrified; even Vegito and Gogeta were a little horrified at how bad I looked. I stepped into the room and closed the door. I slowly walked to the bathroom, weak and bleeding still. A small trickle of blood led all the way from the dungeon right to where I was.
Nathan held back the urge to cry when his new and close friend placed a hand on his shoulder. Kakarot watched as he slowly turned away, rubbing his face and the side of his head. Nathan was falling slowly, into a depressing abyss, until he glanced up and saw someone, down the hallway. He stopped dead in his tracks as did the others. His eyes were wide with disbelief.
No… it can't… be… I… I thought she was…
He immediately sprinted towards the woman he was hoping wasn't a mirage. The others chased after him.
"Nathan, wait… Where are you going?"
Kakarot called as he was slowly catching up to him Nathan ignored him and immediately began to smile. The woman's head turned as did two other guards. She gasped.
Nathan…?
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Nathan threw his arms around her and hugged her as tight as he could, practically knocking the wind right out of her.
"Nathan…! St-Stop, I can't breathe!"
Nathan laughed as he let her go.
"Oh, my God, I can't believe you're alive! What happened? Where's Regan?"
Her smile quickly vanished when Regan's name was mentioned.
"Regan… didn't make it…"
Nathan looked down, regretting asking about it.
"Soldier, what is the meaning of this…?"
Kakarot stepped in behind Nathan, blocking him from the guards.
"Back down. He is an Elite soldier…"
The guards gave them all very dark looks before turning away.
"Take her up to the second floor… She has been requested by another soldier."
Kakarot nodded, knowing that they wouldn't do it. Kakarot had a feeling that Nathan was close with this other woman.
"Taylor… how long have you been here? How'd you get here?"
Kakarot flinched, spinning to not see me, but just Nathan and the other woman.
Is her name…'Taylor' as well…?
"Easy, Nathan, I'll answer all your questions later… Why don't we go talk somewhere else…? I'd like to know what all 'this' is about…"
She spoke, teasingly hitting his chest plate of his armor. The other Saiyans watched curiously, wondering who she was.
"Kakarot, you and the others can leave… I'll take her upstairs…"
Kakarot was surprised to hear Nathan obeying these asshole guards' orders.
Is he actually going to take her there…?
He thought to himself, grinning slightly. Kakarot snapped his fingers, getting Vegito's, Gogeta's and Bardock's attentions. They left to go train or do other things while Nathan began walking with Taylor the other way. Nathan noticed the collar around her neck wasn't armed like the one I wore, but it was still there. The only reason why he didn't have one was because they forced him to train right off the bat without it. Because of that, he was already used to the gravity difference. He stopped and stopped Taylor before reaching the stairs by placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Taylor…"
She looked at him confused.
"Yeah…?"
Nathan immediately pulled her in and hugged her. Not nearly as vigorous as before, but the affectation for his close friend was there. She hugged back.
"Okay, big guy, don't get all weepy on me!"
Nathan chuckled; his eyes glistening, but not allowing any tears to escape.
"He-he; okay… I missed you…"
Taylor smiled against his shoulder.
"I missed you, too…"
They backed away slightly, looking at one another, smiling. It felt so good to see someone from home again. Especially one Nathan had very deep, emotional feelings towards.
As soon as their arms dropped from one another, the silence was broken by a stern, irritating voice.
"Nathan…!"
Nathan's faced soured slightly as his head tilted to the left, seeing Vegeta approaching them at a rather quick pace. Taylor's eyes burned and her face showed off nothing, but pure anger.
Has she met Vegeta already?
Vegeta came up to the two of them and looked Taylor straight in the eyes.
"Who's this wench you're wasting your time with, Elite?"
Taylor's brow furrowed in with anger; her nostrils flared at his shitty attitude towards her. Nathan stepped between them, not wanting anything to hit the fan too quickly.
"She's just another one of the women requested by one of the soldiers. I'm escorting her there now."
Vegeta grunted, uninterested and displeased for Nathan being absent from his sparring session with the others. Vegeta had checked on them before heading back to his room to see me and found that Nathan wasn't there.
"Well, hurry up and get your ass back down to the throne room to spar. I'm not holding my breath on you, are we clear, soldier?"
Nathan smirked a very distasteful look at the Prince and replied,
"Crystal…"
Vegeta turned on his heel and stalked back to his room where I was awaiting the inevitable; him. Nathan stormed up the stairs, not even waiting for Taylor. She followed quickly,
"Nathan, what the fuck was all that about? Why is that asshole bossing you around?"
Nathan sighed with his hand over his eyes.
"The Prince made me an Elite soldier to torment me and Taylor…"
Taylor gasped,
"Oh, my God, Taylor; where is she?! What happened to you two?"
Nathan let a few tears slip, but struggled to keep calm and keep his composer.
"He took her away from me and made her his mate…"
Taylor gasped again, but looked even more angry than shocked. She hated the Prince with a passion. She wanted him dead.
"Nathan, what was on his hands?"
She spoke aggressively, through her teeth. Nathan immediately thought back to the few seconds the Prince was there, talking to them; his hands were painted with blood, most definitely mine, he thought.
"Blood… He… He hurt Taylor… I saw her walking to his room from the dungeon. She was covered head to toe in blood and wounds… That fucking bastard beat her for probably no good reason at all… He's done it before! He's… He… He…"
Nathan's words were beginning to break apart from his tears becoming heavier. Taylor was fuming now.
"I'll kill that fucking bastard!"
"No…!"
Nathan grabbed Taylor and pulled her to him, using quite a bit of strength to actually hold her back from running after that bastard Prince.
"Nathan! Stop! Let me go!"
"NO!"
Nathans voice echoed the halls and then all was silent. Taylor stayed frozen against him, feeling his against and hate, his fear and depression flowing through him like blood. She felt so sorry for her friend; for both her friends actually. Taylor and I were fairly close, too, and had history; all three of us for that matter, but that's another story for a better time.
They hugged for a few minutes before Taylor pushed away from Nathan.
"I know where to go… I'll see you again soon… I have an idea… I'll let you know what it is next time we see each other; okay…?"
Nathan wiped his eyes and nodded.
"Stay safe…"
Taylor nodded; beginning to walk to the room she was assigned.
"You, too…"
Nathan smiled slightly, turning back down the stairs to head to where Kakarot and the others were sparring; the throne room.
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I began to slowly turn the water on. I went back to the counter and just leaned forward, starring at the door and then the mirror, and then the door and then back at the mirror. I was afraid he would either walk in or just flat out appear behind me like fucking Bloody Mary. I soon stepped into the shower and began to gently wash my sore and sensitive skin. I scrubbed my hair and rubbed every inch of my body gently, wincing from the wounds with the freezing cold water. No hot water today, too much pain.
I turned the water off and squeezed the rest of the water out of my hair before getting out. Then, right when I grabbed the handle to get out, the door knob creaked and the bathroom door opened. I held my breath when I saw Vegeta's figure behind the blurred clouded glass door. I swallowed hard before asking like I didn't know who it was,
"Is that you Veg-uh… 'P-Prince' Vegeta…?"
Whew… that was close.
I need to remember that this isn't any little anime series anymore, it's the real deal. Vegeta wasn't joking around with our little 'games' anymore. He hurt me so badly and I was covered in cuts and bruises. I needed to be careful. I was too afraid of everything now. I couldn't trust him; or perhaps anyone. I wanted to trust, though. I wanted Kakarot, I wanted Nathan, and I wanted to go home.
Why, why me?
"Of course, it's me! Who the hell did you think it was? No one else is aloud in mine and my slave's room without my consent!"
His slave, can he fuck off with that shit already?!
I slowly pushed the door open, just an inch to see what he was doing. Vegeta ignored my thoughts for the moment. I didn't want him to see me naked… again! It's not like he hasn't a million times already.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, just come out!"
He said, not even looking back at me in the shower. Wow, his hearing was really good! I could tell he was still mad at me. I slowly opened it wider and then stepped out; quickly grabbing the towel hanging next to the shower. I wrapped it tightly around myself and then went for the door to head back into the bedroom. I stopped as he stepped in front of me and opened the door.
"I'll let you get dressed… but don't keep me waiting… I'll give you five minutes."
He turned around and walked out. The door closed and I quickly got my clothes to get dressed. He had brought a stack of nicely folded cloths into the bathroom and placed them on the counter. Before I could get dressed though, I became distracted by the cupboard door that was slightly left open under the sink. I went to open it to find a bunch of weird objects and bathing materials. There were lots of scented candles and of course my stupid girly brain forgot about Vegeta waiting for me and focused on nothing, but the wonderfully scented candles. I imaged being at home, I imagined Nathan preparing me bubble baths whenever I was upset and sick; he'd light candles and usually sit in the bathroom with me as I bathed and relaxed. He was so wonderful. God, I missed him. A tear started to form, but I quickly wiped it away. It was bless to finally smell something nice and to remind me of home in so long! It had been well over a week or so now since I had left Earth, but it felt like a year.
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Twelve minutes went by as a rummaged around through the drawers and cupboards before realizing what was actually important.
Oh, shit! Vegeta! He's probably still waiting!
I quickly put everything back where I had found everything and went to the door. I waited and pretended that I was actually busy or something. I had little to no excuse and I was probably going to be in a lot of trouble.
Should I just stay in here? It's already too late…
I gritted my teeth and opened the door and stepped into the bedroom. Vegeta was sitting on the side of the bed with his arms crossed and his foot tapping the floor impatiently. He had a frown on his face, but what I was focused on was all the empty bottles on the night stand next to him. I was still in my towel. I took two small steps towards him before I stopped. He looked very angry, but it also stunk of strong, strong alcohol in the room. Was Vegeta drinking?! Are you kidding me?
"Vegeta, I'm sorry… I-I just got distracted by the…"
"No."
"I'm sorry, I… I meant Prince Veg…"
"NO!"
I flinched.
"N-No, what…?"
He shook his head slightly.
"No. No excuses."
He looked up at me with that sour frown on his face.
"I told you five minutes! You disobeyed me… again!"
He stood and began to slightly grin, but I could tell he was still angry,
"And my name is 'Prince' Vegeta to you!"
I froze and nodded,
"I-I understand… I'm sorry… I… I tried saying…"
I was, I truly was, but this asshole was going to be too heartless and stubborn to believe me. He chuckled slightly, interrupting my sentence to himself and looked back up at me licking and biting his lower lip.
"You didn't even get dressed… That is why I gave you those five minutes, is it not?"
My whole core twisted nervously and clenched tightly.
"I…I'm…"
"I like you… but you are a very… very bad girl!"
I tried my hardest to frown, to glare, but ended up blushing nervously.
Oh, God, damn it. Why do I always blush when he says shit like that?!
It was the same fucking way with Nathan, only he was never this fucking scary! I felt my teeth begin to chatter nervously. I was so frightened. He stepped forward and I stepped back slightly. I tightened my grip on the towel around me, embarrassed.
"Drop it."
I looked back up at him, shocked and nervous.
Wh-What did he say?!
"Wh-What?"
His grinned widened,
"I said…"
He stepped right up to me, not touching me, but too close to even breathe practically.
"Drop… it… SLAVE!"
His voice raised to a loud, low and angry pitch as his fist clenched at the top of the towel wrapped around my body and pull it down and away. I almost screamed, but his hand clench around my mouth and grasped hard. My hands automatically went up to the hand that was over my mouth to try and move it. His strength was impossibly powerful; he pulled me away from the wall and stood me next to the bed. He didn't push me done on it… yet; he just held me there.
It didn't matter what I did. My strength was so insignificant to his. His muscles pulsed and his grip tightened. He was breathing hard; his breath was hot and heavy and smelt of that wrenched alcohol; strong, strong, STRONG alcohol. He smiled wickedly at me; his eyes studying every curve and inch of my body. He let go of my mouth only to push me down unto the bed. Before I could react, he was over me, hovering there like a tiger about to kill its prey; me. He pulled my arms above my head and held them in one hand while the other began to feel; starting at my neck, then my shoulder, and then my breast. He squeezed it and pulled the skin so hard, it made me whimper. He thought it was pleasure, but it was really pain. He licked and nipped at my neck, going up and down, from my ear to the base of my neck. His hand on my breast eventually fell slowly, dragging his nails down my stomach, and then gasping hard at my hip. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, and I wanted to run as far away as I possibly could. I was surprised at myself for thinking this way about someone I worshiped and loved so much back on Earth. This was still all too real for me to comprehend.
"You will do as I ask and as I say, woman? You are my property, my slave! Do you have a 'problem' with that?!"
That sadistic, sarcastic fuck was enjoying himself far too much! What should I say? What should I do? I shut my eyes tight; trying to believe none of this was real. Clenching my teeth hard, I prepared myself for something bad to happen. He glared at me and then threw me at the head board of the bed. I backed as far back as I could go, trying to hide myself and my body away from him. He looked down at me, grinned and laughing,
"Look at you… so weak… so helpless… No one is going to help you!"
Tears began to run slowly down my cheeks, so I hid my face away, shivering from the cold air in the room and the fear, too. He walked around to the other side of the room and opened what looked like a closet. I was curled in a ball, holding my knees, praying that whatever was going to happen would all end and I'll wake up in my bed at home like everything was fine. I peeked from under my arm to see what he was doing. He grabbed a black box and brought it over. I stayed frozen where I was while he set it on the bed and opened and then began to pull things out. He began talking while doing this,
"When a pet's master, a slave's master, a whore's master, asks her a question, she WILL answer it! Because of your ignorance towards me, you will be punished for it. Nothing too severe since you already received your severe punishment earlier, but don't cross me again or else you'll…"
I couldn't take it anymore. My fear turned into pure anger and I accidentally let it get the best of me at that one moment. I jumped off the bed and stood, not caring that I was naked and began to say what I'm sure many others have wanted to, to his Royal ass,
"OH, SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU ARE A SELF CENTERED; FUCKING ASSHOLE AND I COULDN'T CARE LESS WHAT YOU FUCKING DO TO ME! SLAVE THIS, WHORE THAT! FUCK YOU AND YOUR STUPID FUCKING NAMES FOR ME! I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU CALL ME OR WHAT EVEN HAPPENS ANYMORE! YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN SPOILED, CHILDISH, LITTLE FUCKING TWAT OF A MAN WHO WILL NEVER KNOW TRUE LOVE AND YOU CAN JUST ROYALLY GO FUCK THOUSELF!"
The room went silent, and even colder it seemed. He stared at me for what seemed like an eternity, but was only about thirty seconds. No smiles, no grins, no frowns, nothing; he gave no expression. I was breathing heavily from my explosion of hatred towards the idiot. He slowly put done what he was holding, which I never noticed until he moved. He was holding rope and what looked like silk wraps. I held my breath for a long time, but kept glaring at him. He began to slowly, very slowly take small steps towards me. I backed to the wall nervously.
"I'm sorry… could you repeat that for me? This time… a little slower…"
His voice was low and dark. Evil was rushing through his veins. His hands started twitching as he got closer. Only a few feet away… getting closer, closer, closer… what do I do? His tail unwound from his waist and began thrashing as a grin began to twitch at the corners of his mouth. I stayed silent, though; frozen in place, as my glare quickly disappeared and turned into a look of horror and fear.
"He-he… No woman has ever dared spoken to me in such a manner before. I gave you a chance to accept only a light punishment; perhaps, even a fun one… but now…"
He paused, focusing his eyes, and then continued speaking,
"You just blew it!"
The next moment, he was right in front of me. He backhanded me across the face and I fell to the floor. The rest was a blur. I just remember seeing blood and hearing a high pitched ring from him hitting the side of my head. I felt my body being dragged across the floor and then lifted up by strong, groping hands. Pain; pain and misery were all I seemed to know now.
v
When I awoke, I lay under him on the bed naked. His eyes looked dangerous and his smile looked deadly. He was more than ready to fuck.
"He-he; you're awake? Good, I was waiting patiently for you… You were a very bad girl, a very bad slave."
He paused and gently grabbed my throat, squeezing it ever so slightly.
"Whatever shall I do to you?!"
What do I do? I don't want to; especially not after my little outburst. What do I do?! Wait… WAIT… HIS TAIL! THAT'S IT!
Oh, please God, let this work!
I purposely leaned to the side, falling off the bed, scurrying backwards into a corner. His tail was still relaxed and unwound from his waist. He really wasn't expecting anything from me. Vegeta stared down at me with dark, looming eyes. He let me fall off the bed. This was all still just a game, no matter how many times he said it wasn't, it was. I looked away shyly and relaxed my muscles, appearing as submissive as possible, showing off the side of my neck and chest; his grin widened, as evil as ever, biting his lower lip as he crawled off the bed and across the floor like an animal towards me. Once he was about an inch away, I slowly leaned in closer, still showing myself off, and whispered in his ear,
"Do whatever you want to me, Master…"
I sensed his body tense, his tail puffed up slightly at my words. I glanced in the corner of my eye to see his fangs bare.
"He-he; now, that's a good, little slave…"
He pushed me back into the wall corner slowly and began kissing my neck while gently feeling my body. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held onto him like a koala bear. I kept hugging him and feeling his gently touches until I felt him completely relax, and then, I went for it. As much as I was actually beginning to enjoy his gentle touches, the bastard had to pay for what he did. I quickly reached out and grabbed his tail as hard as possible. His body tensed immediately and he screamed. He stopped kissing me and arched back until he fell to his side. I stood quickly and stepped to the side not letting go of his tail. He tried getting to his hands and knees, but I kicked him as hard as I could in the stomach, forcing him to cringe up and fall to his face; grasping at his lower gut, he groaned and yelled out in pain. It felt great to finally be in control again. I couldn't believe what I just did. I, a lowly human, put the Prince of all Saiyans down on his hands and knees like the mutt he was!
"W-WOMAN, WH-WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE D-DOING?! AHH! AHHHH!"
"NOW YOU CAN KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE, YOU SADISTIC FUCK!"
He cried out in what almost sounded like pain and pleasure. Their tails in the show where sensitive and made them weak. I slowly loosened my grip, but not enough for him to pull away. I grinned mischievously to myself, being in control of him. I knelt down next to him and talked mockingly of him more, in a babyish, sarcastic kind of voice,
"Oh, what's the matter? Is the little Prince all helpless?! You can't even move, can you?"
I could feel his anger. He attempted trying to reach out to my arm holding tail behind him, so I squeezed it hard in one quick grip, making him whimper and fall to his elbows. He was breathing hard and short bursts.
"Woman… y-you better let me go… right n-now!"
"Or what, you'll be helpless forever?! Oh, poor Vegeta, poor and helpless forever! You're the weak one, not me, you FUCKER!"
He growled a low, dark growl at the back of his throat. He was beyond pissed. Being humiliated by a female, a female human too at that! I kept a firm grip on his tail for about two more minutes, tugging slightly once in a while and twisting it in my hands. He whimpered and his arms and legs gave out as he fell flat to the floor. I smiled greedily at his defeat.
Why, poor old Vegeta… lying helpless at the hands of a woman… How pathetic!
"I'll never have sex with you if you're going to be nothing, but a monster you stupid fuck! I hate you! I hate you so fucking much!"
Then, the glow, his energy began to rise; his aura began to show. It began to burn my hands. I winced at the striking pain of what felt like fire burning me. I couldn't let go… I… I couldn't… then… I let go. He rapidly pulled away and spun around, his body crouched down and all four like an animal ready to kill. His eyes were burning hotter than ever. At that moment, I was sure he was going to kill me. He started crawling towards me, slowly, evilly; like he was going through a primitive state of instincts. His fangs were bared and the hair on his tail puffed up like a scared or pissed off cat. I took one shaky step back, whimpering quietly in fear, before he stopped, then slowly stood. I was confused. What was he going to do?
He looked blankly at me, thinking, thinking hard! Searching for the best possible punishment for degrading him in embarrassment ten times worse than what happened at the dinner. He was breathing very heavily, as was I, but from fear, not anger. Finally, about two minutes later of nothing, but stares, a terrifying smile drew across his face. He turned to the box on the bed and grabbed a silk cloth and a syringe with something light blue inside. I shook in fear.
No, what… what is he…?
Before I even knew what was happening, he was an inch form my face, with the syringe in my neck. I winced at a sharp, piercing pain shooting through my neck. The cool liquid began slowly flowing into my body. He didn't take his eyes from mine for one second. I began seeing two of him, and then four, and then I fell to the floor and saw nothing, but blackness.
"Serves you right, you little bitch."
Vegeta angrily spit at my unconscious being on the ground before reaching down and pulling me up by my damp hair. Vegeta carried me to the bed. He placed me in the middle of the bed and grabbed the ropes he was holding earlier. He threw them on the nightstand. He knew the perfect way to humiliate me, but he was going to need some help with doing it… just like those Saiyans back on Earth, the only difference being that shit was about to go down. He stormed out, leaving me unconscious.