Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chizzari-Raditz ❯ Six Months Later ( Chapter 2 )

I can't count the number of places that my body hurts. Well, yes, I can. One place, and that place being its entirety. I force myself from my bed, into the kitchen. It is no longer well-stocked, and the servant boy only enters my quarters once a week now instead of daily. I fix myself something from what is left on the shelves, knowing that it doesn't really matter because it won't stay down long. For the past three months, nothing has stayed down long.

I go to the mirror, brush out my hair. And then my tail. I have to force myself to do both. Nappa has broken more than one bone in my tail, none of them have healed, and I have not been allowed to go to a regeneration tank. I am still fighting him every time he has a training session. My hair is lackluster, and my tail… I can barely stand to touch myself, but I brush the dry, brittle fur. My tail has thinned so much it looks like it may have been partly skinned. I don't look much better. I've lost too much weight, sick as I've been.

I can hold out. Vegeta is due back sometime this month, and I know Nappa will send me to the tanks for healing before he comes. No chizzari should be seen in the condition I'm in. I have not given up, not yet. I don't remember how many times I have been abused until I'm unconscious, and I don't remember how many times I've roused to find the abuse continuing. Nappa despises me. I don't think my father is very happy with me, either, but he doesn't set out to hurt me the way Nappa does. What he does is almost worse, in a way. He takes the lessons Nappa demonstrates so roughly on me, and then performs them to the very best of his ability. Nappa makes me scream with pain. For my father, I scream with pleasure.

I walk to the closet, pull out the last clean robe I have. Today is the day the boy is supposed to come to my room, but Nappa… well… I don't know. I think last night he said he won't allow the boy back for a month. Fed, dressed, and as tidy as I can manage, I walk into the commons room, making myself comfortable in a chair, a book held loosely before my nose. I can't read it, I've never seen this language before. But, as long as I keep turning the pages at regular intervals, I can get at least an hour before Nappa decides that it's time to train me some more.

I don't know how my father can stand him. He will go up and kiss the man, stroking him through the nearly sheer robes we wear. And Nappa refuses to ever be submissive, so my father submits to him. Lets him… ugh. I can't stand to think about it. I turn the page, puzzling over the strange symbols in the book. My father comes out of his room, takes one look at me, and comes over. He takes the book from my hand, turns it over, and hands it back.

"Th… thank you?" I say, uncertainly.

"I thought you really were reading, until I saw that you were holding that upside down and trying to make sense of it." His tail strokes across my thigh, I shiver and recoil. I can't help it. I hate being touched now. A slight frown mars his face, but he withdraws.

Nappa chooses that moment to enter the room. He is wearing nothing at all. My book is sent flying, my father called over. Today's lesson is group sex, and I am the unwilling recipient. Nappa has grown tired of my fighting though. He grabs my arms, fastening them behind my back with some form of bond that I can't break. I struggle to do so and he shoves my arms up, wrenching them badly.

He holds me up by my arms, demanding my father demonstrate what he has learned. Every time I begin to enjoy what he's doing, Nappa hoists my arms a bit, and the pain cuts through everything else. He sends my father for the box of toys, and proceeds to have my father use me to demonstrate how each and every one of them is used. I am literally slobbering over myself by the time he finishes with me. But Nappa hasn't. He drops my arms, shoves my face into the carpet.

I don't know which of those toys he used, but he doesn't have my father's touch with it. I howl with pain, whimper with relief when whatever it was is finally removed. I can barely maintain my balance when he yanks me back up on my knees and motions for my father to start sucking me. He shoves himself into my body, making sure to be as rough as he can be. I hear what he tells my father, but I can't believe he means it, until I am pulled backward. My thighs scream against the motion, my arms. I scream as well, deciding that it doesn't matter if I do or not.

My father kneels between my legs. Pushes my thighs further apart. And then the pain truly begins, as he forces himself into my body with Nappa. I feel like I am being torn apart. I can hear myself crying, begging my father to stop. I know I am writhing, trying to escape from a position in which I can barely move. My tail loosens as my concentration goes, and Nappa grabs it, pulling harshly.

Another scream rips through the air. My father pauses, looking down at me, and then thrusts. My body arcs in agony, my scream captured by his mouth. He lies still on top of me for only a moment before Nappa demands that he move. He does, short, jerky thrusts that hurt tremendously. He keeps his mouth sealed to mine, muffling each scream. I feel agony, then the blood that makes my father's thrusts longer and smoother.

I hurt too much to scream now, but I do. Nappa pushes against my father's chest, and he pulls me upright as Nappa sits up behind me. The counter rhythm they employ drives me to the brink of insanity. I feel a tail enwrap mine, feel it pulled along with the other to enter my father. I feel his tail brush against mine as he presses his way into Nappa.

My breakfast roils in my stomach, I choke as I begin to gag. Behind me, Nappa shoves me aside just enough so that my retching does not interfere with his pleasure. My father pulls me against his chest when I have finished, his fingers running through my hair. Nappa releases my tail, shoves his into my mouth and demands that I suck on it. I have just enough contrariness left in me to bite him instead.

The snapping noise is expected, the horrible rush of pain. I sag against my father, gasping for breath. The new broken bone in my tail takes my mind momentarily from what they are doing, until Nappa tells my father to follow his lead. Then it is awful again. The pain washes over me in waves. I can feel my father's hand on me, stroking, but I know my body is not responding to him.

His arm slips around my back, supporting me so that I do not fall. He pulls me to rest against him, though he doesn't stop thrusting into me. My tail is still inside him, hanging limply without Nappa to force it to move. There are too many injuries in it for me to move it now, not even my will can rewrap it around my waist. Eventually, his thrusting causes it to fall limply to the floor. Nappa snaps another bone. I scream. My father kisses the side of my mouth, pulls my head to his shoulder for a moment. Nappa hisses something at him, he releases his grip and reaches again for my sex.

I can no longer hold myself in place. My head lolls. I know my eyes are open, but I am no longer sure what I see. Something is out of place in the room, and for only a moment, I can focus on the potential danger. But it is not a danger. My lips try to form the word I have no ability to say. And then the darkness takes me again.