Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ Pleasure Principle ( Chapter 16 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Vegeta-Sugar-Sweet 
Very MFM Lemon situation here. Frieza receives a gift and someone new to play with.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.28.2010 | Updated On: 12.28.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Very MFM Lemon situation here. Frieza receives a gift and someone new to play with.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.28.2010 | Updated On: 12.28.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
I don't own blah blah blah and if you've been reading this you know I can't pass up a sultry engagement between Zarbon and Frieza so under 18 or those who would prefer not to see this should shooooo!
“Such impatience, Zarbon,” he pouted. “Could you not wait for me?”
Zarbon dropped the head of his sexual prey onto the bed and hungrily eyed his lord and master who seemed to be rather turned on by the havoc in which his servant was currently engaged.
“Forgive me, my Lord.” Zarbon lowered his head and dropped to his knees. “I needed some stimulation whilst you were away on business. Forgive my weakness.” Slowly and lazily he crawled to his keeper. He could see that his total submission was having the desired effect on Frieza.
Coming to a stop in front of his master, Zarbon rose to his knees and then laid back. He displayed his throbbing member that was begging for attention.
“Have you a question, my pet?”
Straining, Zarbon desperately tried not to touch his cock until given permission.
“May I stroke myself, my Lord?” Eying the glistening organ, Frieza granted permission with a nod. “Slowly, I want to enjoy the show.”
Circling the head of his member with his soft thumb, Zarbon groaned. He had been waiting all day for this moment. He wanted to perform his best erotic moments for his one and only master. With his free hand, he caressed his sensitive sacs. Zarbon rolled his hips into his waiting hands, stroking is turgid member, holding back on thrusting wildly into his fist and bursting into ecstasy. That type of behavior was frowned upon. It was selfish to please yourself before your Lord, any loyal concubine knew that.
Instead, Zarbon worked his cock-free hand into the dips and crevasses of his well defined torso. This tantalized his leader; whipping his head from side to side, stroking his sensitive nipples, and slowly pumping his very hard, luscious, straining muscle.
'Impressive,' thought the Iceling. He himself was having trouble keeping his hands steady. Frieza grabbed his package, thrusting just to relieve some of the pressure. He didn't think this would be something that could satisfy his lustful needs.
“Up, Zarbon. Your Emperor requires relief.” The concubine dutifully obeyed. He rubbed his tongued up and down Frieza's arousal. “Yes, Zarbon.” Frieza threw his head back into the wall, making it crumble some while he teased himself with his talented pet.
“Have you someone with whom we can play?”
Resting his head against the defined abodomen of the Ice-jin, Zarbon nodded. They both turned their attention to the bed. Restrained with leather straps, was a slave. The same slave that brought them the model. She was beautiful, even more so in fear. Her blue-green skin looked like the sea after a violent storm and complimented the shock of white hair the flowed down her shoulders.. Here golden eyes were over bright with tears displaying utmost fright concerning the current situation.
Frieza grabbed Zarbon and thrust his rod against his chest. “Why Zarbon, she is absolutely scared to death. Where did you get that unique mouth device?”
“From Xi-sei. It is called a ball gag. I suppose the name is derived from its shape. The contraption allows for fastening straps around the head to simulate a bondage affect.”
“So I gather.” Frieza approached the prone female. She seemed to be trying to struggle against her restraints. Those lovely golden eyes were pleading for release. She tried to scream, but it came out as a moan, the gag muffling all such outbursts. She was a delicious treat. One he would share with his trusted sidekick.
Stroking the girl, he felt her fear intensify. Her breasts felt just right in his hands. An involuntary moan escaped around the gag as the Iceling marbled her nipples.
“For being such a good boy, I shall be kind Zarbon. Come to the bed and place yourself under this lovely little thing.”
her eyes got wide. She was not here for this. She was only to deliver the package and go back to her master. Her mind screamed 'NO' and she flexed against the straps binding her to the bed while the green alien made his way underneath her. Now she was laying on him, both of them face up, his cock pushing against her backside.
“Ahh Zarbon, this view is good enough eat.” Frieza removed his last bit of clothing revealing his ready, willing, and able cock. His eyes were glinting malevolently as he began to rub the head of his rod against the opening of the female. She shook her head and tried to scream, but that only served to heighten his pleasure.
Frieza knelt between the splayed legs of the slave and entered her fully. At the same time, Zarbon entered her rear. Frieza rolled his eyes back at the tight fit. The addition of the thin membrane separating him from Zarbon was nearly enough to drive him mad.
As they entered her, the girl managed to scream past the ball gag.
“Come now darling, be a good girl and you may live through this,” he cooed.
Not caring about her furiously shaking head, the two began to pump her. It was so much stimulation at once for all the participants. Frieza grasped one hand on the slave's breast and the other on her slim waist, dictating a cruel, unrelenting pace. Zarbon kept his end of the bargain up but knew he would not be able to finish without the touch of his skilled master. Ignoring the girl, Frieza grabbed Zarbon's hair and yanked him forward for a cruel, harsh kiss. He knew what Zarbon wanted—what he must have, and he needed to give it in order to get off himself.
“Take my place here, I want your tight ass in front of me,” he ordered.
Happiness broke over the slave as Zarbon removed himself from her poorly used area. He now bent over her, rubbing this head over her slit. “Go Zarbon,” he whispered, “enter her, fuck her hard. I want her screaming as much as possible.” kneeling on the bed, Zarbon entered the slave. Frieza untied her legs so he could bend her legs as much as he could. Her legs were doubled up inter her chest as he pounded away. The girl's torment was momentarily relieved, and tears streaming from her eyes, but she knew she still wasnt out of this. Tears stopped, as the pain began to turn into pleasure. She tried not to enjoy the rough treatment but Zarbon was skilled, and he was hitting her g-spot with every stroke. Sweat began to pour off his body onto hears while she viewed his tighly closed eyes. He wasn't thinking of her enjoyment, but his masters. The slave almost had time to be sad for this fact unit her orgasms hit, hard. Like crashing waves, one after another causing her to moan until her throat was raw.
Then there was another pressure altogether, a wonderful and welcome pressure. The alabaster one entered the green man. Zarbon let out a long and loud moan. Now the dynamic changed to a more cruel and hastened pace. Frieza pounded Zarbon's opening thereby pounding the girl into oblivion.
“My Lord, please I will cum. Harder I beg of you!”
Zarbon's head was yanked back and his ass was slapped. Frieza hissed in his ear “You will not finish until I tell you, do you hear me bitch?”
“I – do -not –cannot—please MAAASTER!”
Grasping his hips and indenting the flesh Frieza increased his pace tenfold. He pulled Zarbon out of the now unconscious slave and threw him to the floor without exiting. Covered in sweat, Zarbon howled as he tried to control his orgasm.
“Cum my pet,” Frieza panted as he grasped the base of Zabon's cock and began to stroke. “CUM FOR ME, NOW!” he command. Nearly in tears, the green teasing whore cried out in a near scream as he came thick loads upon his Lord's hand dripping down to the plush floor. It had been days since he was allowed release and to him it was well worth the wait.
Frieza was having his own delight in pounding his concubine. Just as Zarbon's orgasm had ebbed away, his cock became hard and hot again in Frieza's hand as he continued to slam himself into Zarbon from the backside. Frieza squeezed the appendage enough to mix the pain with the pleasure. Then Zarbon's head was pulled back roughly. He was bowed back by his master's hand who was now on the verge of his own final meltdown.
Raggedly he asked “Whom do you serve, whore?”
Zarbon's breath was coming in gasps. He was near cumming again as he rubbed his balls in time with Frieza's strokes. In a gasping tone he answered back “You, Master...only you...forever you.”
“Never forget to whom you belong.” Frieza spat as be punctuated each word with a viscous thrust he then released the hair of his partner pushing his face into the floor. He could feel his control slipping and increased his pace on the now raging hard-on belonging to Zarbon.
Throwing his head back Frieza screamed “I CUM!” At hearing those words, Zarbon gave his last and spurted the remains of his sacs again for his master, as he felt overflowing with the scalding seed of the beloved emperor.
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Smiling to himself, he thought was rather pleased with his efforts. The Saiyan Prince seemed to be in some sort of torrid triangle—tying up all involved, making them too busy to notice one training module missing. Why would they bother counting, aren’t they about to produce a hundred more? The figure chuckled. He was going to miss all the in-fighting that served as his amusement but the current leadership had to perish. He was the only one who could rule this planet properly. Maybe he would take Grace as his Queen? His guess was that time would tell the tale. Until then, these fools will be allowed to live…just for now.
“Such impatience, Zarbon,” he pouted. “Could you not wait for me?”
Zarbon dropped the head of his sexual prey onto the bed and hungrily eyed his lord and master who seemed to be rather turned on by the havoc in which his servant was currently engaged.
“Forgive me, my Lord.” Zarbon lowered his head and dropped to his knees. “I needed some stimulation whilst you were away on business. Forgive my weakness.” Slowly and lazily he crawled to his keeper. He could see that his total submission was having the desired effect on Frieza.
Coming to a stop in front of his master, Zarbon rose to his knees and then laid back. He displayed his throbbing member that was begging for attention.
“Have you a question, my pet?”
Straining, Zarbon desperately tried not to touch his cock until given permission.
“May I stroke myself, my Lord?” Eying the glistening organ, Frieza granted permission with a nod. “Slowly, I want to enjoy the show.”
Circling the head of his member with his soft thumb, Zarbon groaned. He had been waiting all day for this moment. He wanted to perform his best erotic moments for his one and only master. With his free hand, he caressed his sensitive sacs. Zarbon rolled his hips into his waiting hands, stroking is turgid member, holding back on thrusting wildly into his fist and bursting into ecstasy. That type of behavior was frowned upon. It was selfish to please yourself before your Lord, any loyal concubine knew that.
Instead, Zarbon worked his cock-free hand into the dips and crevasses of his well defined torso. This tantalized his leader; whipping his head from side to side, stroking his sensitive nipples, and slowly pumping his very hard, luscious, straining muscle.
'Impressive,' thought the Iceling. He himself was having trouble keeping his hands steady. Frieza grabbed his package, thrusting just to relieve some of the pressure. He didn't think this would be something that could satisfy his lustful needs.
“Up, Zarbon. Your Emperor requires relief.” The concubine dutifully obeyed. He rubbed his tongued up and down Frieza's arousal. “Yes, Zarbon.” Frieza threw his head back into the wall, making it crumble some while he teased himself with his talented pet.
“Have you someone with whom we can play?”
Resting his head against the defined abodomen of the Ice-jin, Zarbon nodded. They both turned their attention to the bed. Restrained with leather straps, was a slave. The same slave that brought them the model. She was beautiful, even more so in fear. Her blue-green skin looked like the sea after a violent storm and complimented the shock of white hair the flowed down her shoulders.. Here golden eyes were over bright with tears displaying utmost fright concerning the current situation.
Frieza grabbed Zarbon and thrust his rod against his chest. “Why Zarbon, she is absolutely scared to death. Where did you get that unique mouth device?”
“From Xi-sei. It is called a ball gag. I suppose the name is derived from its shape. The contraption allows for fastening straps around the head to simulate a bondage affect.”
“So I gather.” Frieza approached the prone female. She seemed to be trying to struggle against her restraints. Those lovely golden eyes were pleading for release. She tried to scream, but it came out as a moan, the gag muffling all such outbursts. She was a delicious treat. One he would share with his trusted sidekick.
Stroking the girl, he felt her fear intensify. Her breasts felt just right in his hands. An involuntary moan escaped around the gag as the Iceling marbled her nipples.
“For being such a good boy, I shall be kind Zarbon. Come to the bed and place yourself under this lovely little thing.”
her eyes got wide. She was not here for this. She was only to deliver the package and go back to her master. Her mind screamed 'NO' and she flexed against the straps binding her to the bed while the green alien made his way underneath her. Now she was laying on him, both of them face up, his cock pushing against her backside.
“Ahh Zarbon, this view is good enough eat.” Frieza removed his last bit of clothing revealing his ready, willing, and able cock. His eyes were glinting malevolently as he began to rub the head of his rod against the opening of the female. She shook her head and tried to scream, but that only served to heighten his pleasure.
Frieza knelt between the splayed legs of the slave and entered her fully. At the same time, Zarbon entered her rear. Frieza rolled his eyes back at the tight fit. The addition of the thin membrane separating him from Zarbon was nearly enough to drive him mad.
As they entered her, the girl managed to scream past the ball gag.
“Come now darling, be a good girl and you may live through this,” he cooed.
Not caring about her furiously shaking head, the two began to pump her. It was so much stimulation at once for all the participants. Frieza grasped one hand on the slave's breast and the other on her slim waist, dictating a cruel, unrelenting pace. Zarbon kept his end of the bargain up but knew he would not be able to finish without the touch of his skilled master. Ignoring the girl, Frieza grabbed Zarbon's hair and yanked him forward for a cruel, harsh kiss. He knew what Zarbon wanted—what he must have, and he needed to give it in order to get off himself.
“Take my place here, I want your tight ass in front of me,” he ordered.
Happiness broke over the slave as Zarbon removed himself from her poorly used area. He now bent over her, rubbing this head over her slit. “Go Zarbon,” he whispered, “enter her, fuck her hard. I want her screaming as much as possible.” kneeling on the bed, Zarbon entered the slave. Frieza untied her legs so he could bend her legs as much as he could. Her legs were doubled up inter her chest as he pounded away. The girl's torment was momentarily relieved, and tears streaming from her eyes, but she knew she still wasnt out of this. Tears stopped, as the pain began to turn into pleasure. She tried not to enjoy the rough treatment but Zarbon was skilled, and he was hitting her g-spot with every stroke. Sweat began to pour off his body onto hears while she viewed his tighly closed eyes. He wasn't thinking of her enjoyment, but his masters. The slave almost had time to be sad for this fact unit her orgasms hit, hard. Like crashing waves, one after another causing her to moan until her throat was raw.
Then there was another pressure altogether, a wonderful and welcome pressure. The alabaster one entered the green man. Zarbon let out a long and loud moan. Now the dynamic changed to a more cruel and hastened pace. Frieza pounded Zarbon's opening thereby pounding the girl into oblivion.
“My Lord, please I will cum. Harder I beg of you!”
Zarbon's head was yanked back and his ass was slapped. Frieza hissed in his ear “You will not finish until I tell you, do you hear me bitch?”
“I – do -not –cannot—please MAAASTER!”
Grasping his hips and indenting the flesh Frieza increased his pace tenfold. He pulled Zarbon out of the now unconscious slave and threw him to the floor without exiting. Covered in sweat, Zarbon howled as he tried to control his orgasm.
“Cum my pet,” Frieza panted as he grasped the base of Zabon's cock and began to stroke. “CUM FOR ME, NOW!” he command. Nearly in tears, the green teasing whore cried out in a near scream as he came thick loads upon his Lord's hand dripping down to the plush floor. It had been days since he was allowed release and to him it was well worth the wait.
Frieza was having his own delight in pounding his concubine. Just as Zarbon's orgasm had ebbed away, his cock became hard and hot again in Frieza's hand as he continued to slam himself into Zarbon from the backside. Frieza squeezed the appendage enough to mix the pain with the pleasure. Then Zarbon's head was pulled back roughly. He was bowed back by his master's hand who was now on the verge of his own final meltdown.
Raggedly he asked “Whom do you serve, whore?”
Zarbon's breath was coming in gasps. He was near cumming again as he rubbed his balls in time with Frieza's strokes. In a gasping tone he answered back “You, Master...only you...forever you.”
“Never forget to whom you belong.” Frieza spat as be punctuated each word with a viscous thrust he then released the hair of his partner pushing his face into the floor. He could feel his control slipping and increased his pace on the now raging hard-on belonging to Zarbon.
Throwing his head back Frieza screamed “I CUM!” At hearing those words, Zarbon gave his last and spurted the remains of his sacs again for his master, as he felt overflowing with the scalding seed of the beloved emperor.
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Smiling to himself, he thought was rather pleased with his efforts. The Saiyan Prince seemed to be in some sort of torrid triangle—tying up all involved, making them too busy to notice one training module missing. Why would they bother counting, aren’t they about to produce a hundred more? The figure chuckled. He was going to miss all the in-fighting that served as his amusement but the current leadership had to perish. He was the only one who could rule this planet properly. Maybe he would take Grace as his Queen? His guess was that time would tell the tale. Until then, these fools will be allowed to live…just for now.