Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Heart of the Beast ❯ Defile // Desolation ( Chapter 1 )

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Author's Note: This is a very dark story with lots of angst and stuff. The first chapter is pretty tame compared to what's to come. However, I don't want to mislead anybody … this is NOT going to be a traditional slave fic.

Warning: There are some parts of this chapter that may be disturbing. Contains a non-graphic depiction of rape, mild violence, and some strong language. That's about it for this chapter.

ACT I: CAPTIVE

Heart of the Beast

Act 1 Chapter 1: Defile // Desolation

He was going to rape her, and there was nothing she could do about it.

A thick, sturdy velvet rope bound her wrists together above her head. The other end of the rope was fastened to the headboard of the gigantic bed in such a way that no matter how hard she tugged, she could barely budge her arms. Her legs were in a similar position, only each ankle had been tied individually to a bedpost, leaving her naked, vulnerable body wide open to possible penetration. She was naught but a victim unable to do anything about her situation other than wait for her captor to come and defile her.

That thought really pissed her off.

She gritted her teeth and tugged harder at the restraints. Thankfully, none of her captor's men were currently in the large, richly furnished bedroom, so they couldn't see her helpless struggles. They had been on the verge of raping her earlier when a shout of distress from outside had pulled them reluctantly away from the room. They weren't watching her secretly, either; she'd know it if they were. The feeling of their slimy eyeballs caressing her body made her feel as though she were bathing in a vile mixture of dirt and blood. Not that she hadn't involuntarily bathed in such a mixture before, but she certainly hadn't enjoyed it.

"Fuck it!" she cursed. Even though she had been physically and intellectually stronger than most of the other humans she'd known in her short life, she still wasn't strong enough to break free of her restraints. They felt to the touch like smooth velvet, but their firm grip held her like iron shackles. Since technically she was a prisoner on this godforsaken spaceship out in who-knows-what-galaxy, the idea of velvet covered iron shackles wasn't too farfetched.

That idea pissed her off even more.

"Goddamn it, I'm not going to just give up, there's gotta be a way out somehow," she growled under her breath. Hot tears of frustration stung her pale, red-tinged eyeballs, but she refused to let them fall. In her current mental state, a single show of weakness could make her crumble entirely. And if she crumbled into victim mode, the next thing she knew a tiny tyrant with a big dick and an even bigger ego would be on top of her, raping her.

She'd kill him before she'd let him rape her.

"That fucking …" she tugged on her wrists violently, causing the bed frame to rock a little. Good, she was finally making some process. "That fucking Frieza!" she hissed beneath her breath as she put the weight of her entire body into the next powerful heave. Her arms screamed with pain as she pulled them towards her, consumed by the feeling that they would pop right out of their sockets if she continued. Her legs fared little better, the muscles bunching and straining, trying to help her but failing miserably in the end. With a small groan of pain she allowed her body to go slack, giving her muscles a few precious moments of rest.

Even in a dangerous situation such as this, her mind did its best to remain rational. If she injured herself trying to escape, she reasoned, she would make escape even more impossible than it already seemed. And if Frieza caught her while going through with the escape then-

She would be as good as dead.

She had only seen the little lizard-like creature once, when they had first brought her here. The guards-she assumed they were guards, since they seemed to be dressed in some form of armor-had grabbed a hold of her in an attempt to bring her from the tiny spaceship where they'd forced her earlier onto the large mothership where they had just docked. She'd fought her captors with all her might, even though she knew it was a futile effort. By that point, they'd already brought her halfway across the universe-nothing she did now could change the fact that there was no way she'd ever be able to see her home again. In spite of such thoughts, she'd done her best to fight off the men that tried to drag her from her cold, grey cell, kicking and screaming until one of them had given her a swift blow on the head and knocked her into a blessed state of unconsciousness, from which she would have at least the comfort of unawareness to mask her anger and fear.

She had no idea how long she remained unconscious, but when she came to she was in a darkened room with a blue-skinned, six-armed humanoid in a white lab coat hovering over her. She didn't even allow herself time to let her eyes adjust to the relative darkness of the room-upon regaining the memories of her capture she instantly attempted to jump up and past the hovering alien. They had tied her arms together behind her back while she was still unconscious, but even with such restrictions, she knew how to fight. She'd been forced into situations where fighting had been a necessity her entire life.

She stood on the soft bed where she had just woken up, attempting to keep her balance even as the mattress gave way under her feet. The blue-skinned alien stepped back in surprise at her actions, but she refused to let him get away. Even though her arms were out of commission, taking a hostage in this situation would surely give her leverage over her captors-unless they were the kind that care nothing for one of their own, in which case she was screwed anyway. She balanced herself on her left foot and shot out her right leg in a swift kick that caught the alien in the head, knocking him backwards. He managed a cry of surprise before she tackled him with her body. She shot at him point blank "Where am I? What were you planning to do to me? Answer me!" Even more than she wanted a hostage, she wanted answers. The reason for her initial capture still remained a complete mystery to her. He started babbling in some foreign language-the same ones the guards had used earlier, she noted-and flailed all six of his arms wildly, managing to hit her in the side with one of her limbs and destroy her precarious balance, knocking her off of him.

Before she even had time to right herself or fight back, the door to the darkened room crashed open and several armored men-not the same guards from earlier, unfortunately-rushed in. They quickly subdued her struggling body, and the humanoid in the white lab coat pulled a syringe from a pocket on the inside of his coat and without hesitation plunged it into the left side of her neck. She felt a sharp sting, and then an almost unbearable heat began to consume her body.

"W-What the hell are you doing? What did you just do to me?" The question came out in a rush, but none of them understood. She asked again, and then a third time, even as the heat that had suddenly consumed her body began to subside into a numb coldness. "What was that stuff that you injected into me? Tell me!" The bastards just laughed at her.

"I have an idea," said one of the five men holding her down, a tiny man with red skin, long white hair and an odd-sounding accent. "Why don't we have a little fun with her before we hand her over to Lord Frieza?" Some of the other men grunted with approval, while another one, a short, squat green alien, warned him that "Lord Frieza doesn't like them soiled."

"Don't you dare touch me!" she cried out, furious at not only the way they talked about her in such a lewd manner, but also the way she felt so damn helpless as she lay in their merciless grasp, and the way they acted like she couldn't even understand what they were saying-

A moment later she realized in shock that she had just understood and spoken their language, which had seemed like gibberish to her just moments before. The serum they had injected into her … could that have done this? They obviously weren't speaking English, and the words she had just spoken were those of a language completely alien to her-but she understood them perfectly. This meant that the serum they had injected into her must have given her a sudden understanding of this foreign language. What kind of culture were they, that they could make a person learn a completely new and different language just by injecting it into their blood?

Before she could further ponder this startling change in events, loud gasps of "Lord Frieza!" surrounded her. She looked towards the open doorway and saw a menacingly dark yet incredibly short figure standing there. Since the only light spilling into the room came from behind him, she could make out little more than his smooth silhouette and the outline of what appeared to be a long, lizard-like tail swishing behind him.

But even though she couldn't see his face, she could hear the cruelty and eagerness in his voice as he hissed, "Bring her to me …" She had felt the lust in his gaze burning through the meager rags that she called clothing. It didn't take a genius to figure out that he planned to rape her. But what did he plan to do with her afterwards?

She felt a sharp sting on the other side of her neck and realized that she had just been injected with a needle again. Did these guys never stop? This time, though, the serum knocked her out cold within seconds. She didn't even have a chance to protest.

When she woke up she found herself lying here, exactly as she was now. Naked and bound to a large bed which undoubtedly belonged to Frieza, with several of his henchmen surrounding her and making lewd comments about her person. She had also heard some of them discussing Frieza's exploits … none of which seemed to bode well for her. He had a nasty habit of killing the women he raped. Even the ones he chose to keep as his concubines died with startling frequency. He was not a man to take years of loyal, faithful service into account when he was in a killing mood.

All that information gleaned from his henchmen-who obviously weren't aware that she could understand them perfectly-made her all the more determined to escape from his clutches before he managed to get his greedy claws on-or even worse yet, in-her virginal body.

She shuddered at the thought of having him violate her. Just the thought of that vile being invading her body made her stomach churn. Nothing could possibly disgust her more.

These thoughts roused her ire once more, and she began again her attempt to escape, this time taking a different tactic. Since using brute force to free herself from her constraints obviously wouldn't work, she'd have to use a cleverer method. Working her nimble fingers, she began attacking the tight knot in the rope that bound her wrists together. With any luck she would be able to undo it, free her hands, and then make quick work of the ropes around her ankles.

The amount of time she had to accomplish such tasks, however, was minimal. She heard loud, rambunctious voices from outside the half-closed door of the bedroom. From the sound of it Frieza's men were drunk and coming closer. She heard one voice, louder than the others, talking about the `blue haired wench' that they'd captured from Chikyuusei, which she assumed to be their name for the Earth. Hearing such louts talk about her home planet in such a disrespectful way made her burn with anger. Not only had these very same men slaughtered her friends and family, but now they had the indecency to act as though they'd done nothing wrong. They had no right to speak in such a way of the innocent people they had so recklessly killed. Hot tears stung her eyes once more as memories of her last days on Earth began to invade her consciousness.

She'd watched them rape her mother.

Her mother was a kind, gentle woman who always had a smile on her face and nothing but air in her head. She would have done anything for her one and only child, and indeed, she had. When she saw her beautiful young daughter cornered against a wall of rock, defiantly attempting to quell her fearful trembling, she had stepped forward. She had volunteered to allow the soldiers to rape her in her daughter's stead. Frieza's men had cheerfully complied-after all, one whore was just the same as another to them.

To her daughter, who had stood there in horror, it had been a different story. She had to watch the first one, a short man with red skin and white hair-the same one that would later want to do the same to her-push down the lower half of his suit to reveal his disgustingly large member. Her mother just laid there, legs spread, as the chortling man had thrust himself inside her. She gave a small moan of pain, but other than that there were no signs that anything untoward was happening to her. Silent tears of pain spilled from her cheeks, but she had turned her head away from her daughter, so that the girl would not intervene.

Her daughter had known, however. Answering tears glittered on her own cheeks as she watched those tight red-fleshed buttocks pumping in and out, in and out. And then he had pulled out and spilled his semen on her mother's stomach. On the brand new flower-patterned dress her mother had sewn for herself just days before. She turned away, unable to take anymore, but one of the men called out something to his buddy, who laughed. A hulking beast with purple skin and bug-like eyes held her against him, his erection prodding against her buttocks through the thin cotton of her dress, and forced her to watch as his friends raped her mother. His hands didn't stay still though; they wandered across her body, eventually finding their way to her ripe, supple breasts.

He gave up the job of holding and fondling her when his turn came, handing her over to one of his friends. She could only recall, as the last one brutally attacked her mother as he plunged into her, his intent to kill, wondering why they hadn't raped her. Her brain, numb from the horror of what she had witnessed, turned to rational thought as it always did when she encountered a distressing situation. In the beginning, they had planned to rape her. Even after her mother came along, they could have still raped her, with her mother as an additional prize. So why had they just attacked her mother, and left her intact?

With her current knowledge of their language, she was able to answer her own questions from back then. After her mother had appeared on the scene, one of them had suggested that Lord Frieza might enjoy her-he had a fondness for women with blue hair. The others had agreed. Since Lord Frieza preferred his women to be virgins the first time they came to his bed, they decided to keep their hands off of her, in hopes of the great reward that would come from their leader should he find her to his liking.

Apparently greed overrode lust in their barbaric thinking processes.

As far as she knew, she was the only remaining human being. Frieza's soldiers had killed all the others. Although a part of her mourned for them, another part acknowledged that it might have been a blessing. Compared to the days of her youth, in recent years the handful of surviving humans-they could have numbered no more than a thousand at most-had lived no better than animals, using caves for shelter and hunting as their ancestors had long ago. Life in a post-apocalyptic society had been no picnic, and in addition to all the naturally occurring deaths among the remainder of the human population, many had chosen to take their own lives instead of living under such painful conditions. She found she could not fault them for their choice; at times she had also wondered if her life were truly worth living under such circumstances. But she had always made the choice that it would be better for her to continue on than to give up and move on to the afterlife.

Frieza had taken that choice away from her people. He had sentenced them to death without a thought as to their own wishes. The strong wills of the people that had allowed them to survive past a nuclear disaster that had come close to destroying their world, crushed by invaders from outer space. Men who bore a single intent: to conquer, to kill.

She heard a soft click and looked up to see Frieza standing in front of the closed door, his tail swishing back and forth with excitement. The time had come. She had been unable to escape, and now she had to face the man who had ordered the deaths of her people, the man who wanted to defile her body just as he had defiled her planet and her people.

She looked straight into the tyrant's eyes and challenged him with her gaze.

Come, her blue eyes sparkled with rage, Come here and try it. Rape me if you can. But we will see which of us is left standing in the end.

Do your worst, Frieza. For no matter what you throw at me, I will defeat you.

I will have my revenge.

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A/N: Please, please, PLEASE send constructive criticism! I really need it! All comments (constructive or not) are invited and appreciated, including flames! This is a very experimental piece, I've never written anything like this before, so please let me know how I'm doing on it, even if it's just to say that I suck! ^_^

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