Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lesser of Two Evils ❯ Conniving ( Chapter 7 )

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Lesser of Two Evils
By Pixelgoddess

Pairings – Radditz/Piccolo to start
Warning – Sex, smut, violence. You know – the usual.
BDSM, Torture. Cannibalism? Possible squick. Character death – but you might like it. Yaoi – as in M/M, with hints of non-con.
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Summary – The first person Radditz meets on Earth is Demon Lord Piccolo, resulting in a frenzy of violent sex and violent death as the pair submits to their darkest passions.

Chapter 7 - Conniving

I’ve lost all control. He gives me such perfect agonizing pain, and all I can do is let him. I’ve never been so close to breaking and submitting to anyone before. Even in my sire’s memories there is nothing this sharp and electrifying. I breathe because he allows it; I come because he says I can. There is nothing else in my tiny world right now but his word and his touch.

“Open your mouth, Piccolo,” he purrs. I’m too tired and sated to resist. He’s kept me tied to this table for hours, fucking and punishing me as he pleases. Each stroke has left me eager for more; I’ve never felt so alive – I’ve never felt so much. He’s brought out whips and paddles, beating and flogging me into bruised, bloody, screaming orgasms. I’ve come so many times I’ve lost count, each time surrendering to the blissful agony.

Every time the pain has become too much, leaving me delirious in my agony he becomes…tender… his touches soft and delicate as he carefully licks my wounds, tasting my blood, calming me so we can continue. I’ve learned to welcome his soothing touch, knowing this is only a much-anticipated prelude to even higher levels of rapture. He’s gentle this time, his dick sliding past my cut, swollen lips.

He’s been teaching me, telling me what he wants, even lowering himself once to demonstrate the art of giving head on my own aching cock. I had never felt anything like it before, swearing to myself to follow his orders if it meant he would continue tormenting my body like this. I use what I’ve learned, sucking and licking his heavy erection, enjoying the feel of his smooth flesh against my rough tongue, trying to return the pleasure he has given me. I remember hating him for making me do this, but I don’t understand why. It’s such a simple thing to give him – a reward for ecstasy I have never experienced before.

He groans and begins pumping slowly into my mouth, the head of his dick pushing against the back of my throat. He deliberately scrapes his dick against my fangs and I can taste the heavy copper against my tongue. I’m glad I can modify my body enough to take his entire length, and moan around him in bliss as he pushes in even deeper, until my face is pressed against the fur surrounding his dick and all I can breathe is his musk. His fingers are stroking and teasing my antennae in time with his lazy thrusts. I can only groan around him with pleasure when his tail loops around my cock, fur bristling and teasing. He comes with a shuddering growl, his heat filling my mouth and throat.

He slips from my mouth, remaining close, allowing me to finish cleaning him of his seed and blood. He chuckles, tail still stroking my aching cock, “Much better, green man. As a matter of fact, you did so well I’m going to let you come this time.”

I moan in grateful bliss at the words, my hips thrusting involuntarily as my swollen cock jerks, adding more of my come to the already cooled pool beneath me.

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When I come to again, I find myself stretched out over a bed, the sheets already stained with my blood. I wonder what he has planned for me this time, amazed that I am not tied up for the first time in over a day.

“How are you feeling?” Radditz asks.

I turn my head and glare at him, wincing as the vicious wounds pull open at the movement. The unrewarding pain makes it easier to forget how much I had enjoyed submitting to him. I need to get some control back. I’m angry with myself over how passive I became after hours of his ‘training’. “What in the hell do you care? You’re trying to kill me,” I growl, my throat raw from everything he has put me through.

He chuckles. “Don’t be stupid. If I were trying to kill you, you would be dead already: I’ve had plenty of opportunities. If it is any consolation, you are probably going to become Lord Frieza’s favorite since you respond even better than Zarbon. I can teach you things that will please Lord Frieza. It’s a perfect combination, especially since he seems to have this thing for green males.”

“Hooray,” I mutter. Great - destined to be a helpless punching bag or a fuck-toy for some sadistic alien. I have to find those damn dragonballs. “What’s in it for you?”

“I get credit for finding and training you,” he laughs. “Lord Frieza has no appreciation for untried, unskilled partners. The better you are the better for me. We should both be well rewarded.”

I scowl when I feel the bed move with his weight. I’m really in no condition to be fucked again, and too weak to resist. Now that the adrenaline is gone, my entire body aches. I can feel every cut and bruise pulsing with each heartbeat, making it easier to forget how much I enjoyed receiving them. I just want to sleep for days, giving my body time to recover. I can regenerate a lost limb faster than I can heal from the beating he gave me.

“You look like shit.”

“Whose fault is that?” I snap.

I hear him take a deep breath before answering, “Yeah… Sorry about that – I’ve never hurt a submissive like that before… It’s no excuse, but your limits are so much higher than anyone else I’ve been with. With your thresholds, it took a lot more effort and I went too far. I’ll be more careful in the future.”

I scowl at the back-handed compliment, angry at myself for accepting it. “I’m not submissive, you bastard,” I grumble in annoyance. I’ve never felt so split before – I don’t understand my cock’s twitching in reaction as the large hands move and rearrange my limbs as if what I want doesn’t matter. Why don’t I tell him this won’t happen again? Why does some part of me want it to happen again?

“There’s nothing wrong with it; I don’t see why you fight it so much. If you hadn’t been so into it, I would have just killed you the first time and been done with you. I was going to – but your smart ass comment for me to try to fuck you to death saved your life.” He chuckles at my annoyed growl. “Hey – I’m glad I didn’t. You’re entertaining.”

“That’s the only reason you didn’t kill me?” I snap, “Because you weren’t fucking me hard enough?”

He shakes his head, apparently amused at my reaction. “You don’t get it, do you Piccolo? Subs aren’t slaves, and good ones are hard to find. They have a lot of power – if they aren’t enjoying the game, they don’t let you play with them again. It doesn’t mean they are submissive under other circumstances – just during sex. Your problem is, you keep trying to deny how much you want it.”

“I’m not some weakling slave,” I mutter; right now I sure as hell don’t feel like I have any power over him. I don’t even know how to react to him right now – he’s being too careful, too gentle, and I feel myself relaxing under his touch. The extremes of his behavior are something I have never experienced before. Before Radditz arrived, I knew the joy of torturing others but I didn’t understand how sex could be so much better when I experienced pain myself. I don’t even have to do anything – just give myself to him and let him give me the pleasure and pain I am learning to crave.

“I never said you were. You get off on pain; I give it to you. Are you trying to tell me if you were stronger you wouldn’t still want it? The game doesn’t have anything to do with strength – if it did Zarbon would be the one tying me up and not the other way around.”

“Zarbon again,” I growl, “What is it with you and him? Are you lovers or something?”

His laughter is booming, “Green man, I like you. No, we aren’t lovers – maybe fuck buddies. Sometimes he fucks me, but that isn’t what he wants. I don’t know the psychology of it, but I look at it like this – he’s damn strong, and under a lot of pressure to run everything for Lord Frieza. He comes to me when he can’t take it anymore – I make all the decisions for him and take all control away. Me – I get off on dominating someone stronger than I am – there’s that extra charge knowing he could turn around and kill me anytime. I give him what he wants and I get what I want – it’s a fair exchange. When we aren’t playing he’s the boss – no special favors. If anything, he is harder on me.”

“Who is he anyway?” I ask, hoping to distract myself from his treatment. I don’t want to think about how this strange turn of events is making me feel. I don’t want him to be this…careful. It has to be the after effects experiencing such intense orgasms – I have to keep reminding myself he is an animal – a tool I am using to get the power I deserve – nothing more.

“Lord Frieza’s lieutenant – his right hand man. One of the strongest warriors under his command. Tall…thin… pale green skin, long dark green braided hair. Very pretty if you like that kind of thing… He’s such a perfect submissive it’s easy to forget how powerful he is.”

I look at him, trying to decide if he is telling the truth. Is it possible I can keep Radditz as a useful pet after I achieve my goal? I have to admit, he’s damn good at what he does. “You’re serious?” I ask him dubiously. “He lets you do this to him? Why?”

“I told you, I’m good at what I do. If you’d stop being so pissed at yourself – and me – for daring to enjoy yourself, you could tell me if there’s something else you want to try. Hard bondage, shock…suspension – you name it.” He grins, “You’d look good upside down, you know. Wait until you see my quarters – I have toys you’ve never imagined.”

I’m annoyed with myself at how intriguing his words are; what could he do with the proper equipment? I’m diverted from my thoughts when a warm, damp cloth touches my damaged back and I hiss. “What are you doing?” I demand, torn between pulling away and relaxing at the soft touch.

“Cleaning your injuries. If I leave you like this, you won’t be much use. Some of the lashes are pretty deep.”

I groan as he touches one, proving just how wounded I am. If this is going to be the result every time, I am almost willing to give up being fucked. The euphoria of the punishment being inflicted has faded into the agony of the crippling pain remaining.

“What about F- Lord Frieza,” I quickly correct. Whether he realizes it or not, he is giving me valuable information and I don’t want him to get annoyed and stop. “Do you do this to him?”

“Are you nuts?! No one touches Lord Frieza - except for maybe Prince Vegeta. I don’t think he wants to, but they’ve got some kind of arrangement. He won’t talk about it though. The prince ends up in the tanks almost every time.” Radditz is quiet for a long time after, concentrating on cleaning some of the deeper wounds. I can’t help but moan as he touches a lash that crosses from my shoulder to my ass.

“I didn’t find Zarbon,” he continues, and I get the impression he is trying to distract himself from his thoughts. His tail is flicking with agitation, and I wonder if the thought of his prince and Frieza bother him. “But I got to train him – introduced him to hair bondage. Pull his hair and he gets shivery and breathless…it’s kind of fun.”

“You’re a sick bastard,” I mutter.

“No I’m not. I have a good reputation so he came to me, not the other way around. Just like you,” he laughs. “I had you pegged the minute I saw you.” I squirm as he cleans another deep cut. “Zarbon’s a great fuck, but he can’t give head worth a damn. Mouth’s too small. I might get one of those gags made for him – I’d love to see those pretty little lips stretched wide like that.

“That’s another reason Lord Frieza’s going to like you. A little more training and you should be able to take his whole dick in your mouth…”

“What?!” I try to jerk away from him. It’s bad enough I have to be gagged by this animal, there is no way in hell I am going to voluntarily suck anyone else’s dick. “I am not some whore, you asshole. I am a warrior. I kill. I do NOT train in sexual favors!”

I groan as his hand suddenly slams against my injured back, painfully forcing me down on the bed. “If you want to survive in Lord Frieza’s organization,” he growls in my ear, biting it in warning when I try to move, “you do what he tells you to – and you do it well. That’s why Zarbon wanted to be good at it – he’s ambitious. Lord Frieza’s choosy about who he fucks – it’s something of an honor to be called back, and his favorites get all kinds of perks.”

“What kind of insane company do you work for?” I hiss. My cock is hardening at this aggression – apparently I’m not as injured as I look.

He laughs. “It’s not really a company…not really sure what you would call it, really. A gang? Mercenaries? I think it had its start as a crime organization. Doesn’t really matter anyway. No one is strong enough to have any authority over Lord Frieza so he does whatever he wants to. I know you were listening when I told Kakarott. We conquer planets. We kill entire races in a day. Wipe out every living thing and sell them to races with more money than power. Maybe they want a vacation planet, or need to expand, or a suitable location to grow drugs. Doesn’t matter to me. I like the work – better yet, I get paid for it. So I have to put up with Frieza’s attentions now and then – it’s worth it.”

“And no one fights back – tries to stop him?” I’m not really sure if I’m asking about the sex or the killing.

“Only a suicidal fool would go against Lord Frieza. He is the strongest being in the known galaxies – hell, possibly in the entire universe. His power level is rumored to be in the millions. Lord Frieza rules over every galaxy he touches – he is the ultimate power – has been for centuries. Even his brother and father can’t match his strength.”

“The slightest sign of rebellion from even one individual and he blows up the entire planet - keeps them under control.” He chuckles. “It’s kind of fun to watch them scrambling around when they know they only have minutes to live. The rebel’s own people will turn him in for execution to save themselves. After word gets around, no one dares resist Lord Frieza – they are too afraid. Lord Frieza will rule the entire universe before long – Icejin live for a thousand years.”

“What about your people? You were boasting about how strong you are.”

“The only one who could challenge him is a Super Saiyan and there hasn’t been one in a thousand years.” He scowls. “Saiyans once believed they would rule the universe, but there are only three of us now, and only Prince Vegeta has the potential to become one. “

He falls silent and returns to cleaning and binding my deeper wounds. I’m not sure I understand why he is doing this – his attentions confuse me and make me wary. Treatment like this will only make the next round of torture worse in comparison.

He pulls me up until I’m sitting in his lap, wounds opening again from the movement. I’m bewildered by his behavior and I don’t know how to react. Why is he taking his time tending to the injuries he caused?

I howl in shock as he grabs my hips without warning and practically drops me on his cock. I’m totally unprepared for him to fuck me again like this and I can’t help but groan in pleasure as pain races through me. He doesn’t give me any time to adjust, the strength of his hands on my ass bruising. I’m helpless to stop him as he pistons my body over his cock, shuddering as each stroke strikes something inside that makes me scream with pleasure.

“You were getting too comfortable,” he laughs, shoving me so I am bowed backwards off the edge of the bed, my head against the floor. Only his hands on my hips as he thrusts into me are keeping me from falling. He comes with a roar, and jerking himself out of my ass, he shoves me to the floor.

I lie there, curled up on my side, trembling in stunned arousal – it was over and done so quickly I had no chance to react. This is the brutal behavior I expect from him; not gentleness. I’m almost disappointed – except for the brutal thrust of his cock in my ass he hardly touched me.

“Stroke yourself, green man – make yourself come.”

I know he is proving my submission, but at the moment I don’t care; I’m grateful for the opportunity to pleasure myself, even if it is at his command. I coat my hand in the blood seeping from my wounds, which apparently pleases Radditz because he chuckles. My cock is so sensitive it is almost too much for me to bear when I curl my hand around it and begin stroking myself. I give a groan of pleasure as I come, coating my blood covered hand with my seed.

He stands and stares down at me as I lick my hand clean, a strange look in his eyes – it almost looks like regret. “If we were back on the ship I’d throw you in a regen tank for a few hours to heal. I’ve dressed those injuries, but from the looks of it they will take some time.”

I grunt in agreement. Being fucked without warning in my current condition didn’t help either. The bandages are wrapped tightly around my chest and ribs, but blood is already seeping through in places.

“You were able to regrow your arm…” he says hesitantly.

“That’s different,” I mutter. Although at the moment I don’t have enough ki to regenerate a finger.

“You should have said something then.”

I glare up at him, “I had a fucking gag in my mouth, you ass. How in the hell am I supposed to say anything?”

He shrugs. “Oh well…” he begins, then pauses as if changing what he was going to say, “Why don’t you take a couple of days to rest up? You’re no use to anyone like this.”

Damn it. It will take me at least two or three days to recover from this. I won’t have any time to search for the dragonballs if I have to wait – he’ll be back just as I’ve healed.

“I need more time than that,” I lie. “Unless you are planning on fucking me to death. If you are, you might as well do it now.”

He scowls, “I told you, green man. I could have killed you already if I wanted to.” He stoops and adjusts one of my bandages, suddenly thoughtful. “Fine – eight days.”

I look at him curiously. That’s longer than I expected. “What are you going to do in the meantime?” I ask.

He shrugs and laughs. “I don’t know. Fly around. Hunt for some weaklings. Fuck them. Kill them. Eat them. The usual. It will be like a purge, only slower. As long as I’m stuck here, I might as well play with my food.”


I groan and stumble to my feet a few hours later; the bastard left me on the floor.

I shove one of the weakling’s bodies out of the way as I go from room to room, looking for a place to get cleaned up, as well as some water to drink. The bastard didn’t even think to leave me any. I find the bathroom and drink several glasses without stopping. It isn’t the temperature I prefer, but it will have to do for the moment. I finally slow down, scowling when I see my reflection in the mirror.

I look like shit. My entire neck is covered in purple bruises from his fingers. He didn’t bother cleaning any of the blood away, leaving dark violet trails where it has dried. The gag sliced into my face, leaving deep horizontal gashes. My lips are split and raw from being forced to stretch so far. There are layers of skin missing where my forehead was ground into the bottom of the pool.

I sigh and begin to clean my face, wincing as the rough cloth scrapes over the tender skin. I want to hate him, but I have to admit at some level I asked for this. Hell – I even enjoyed it. I could have remained Son Goku’s ally long enough to kill Radditz. I knew what he was; I had seen it in our first encounter. I had a chance to be free of him – but I didn’t take it.

Every time I see him – every time he touches me – I feel a thrill. No one else has been able to make me experience such euphoric pain. Even the battle with Son Goku didn’t reach this level – I was so enraged then I couldn’t focus on what my body was feeling. But during sex…the agony Radditz causes - it’s… intoxicating – a drug. My fear of his power is fading into anticipation. My senses are heightened - I’ve never felt so much before. I realize I’m rapidly becoming addicted to his torture and wonder how I will be able to continue like this once I am all-powerful.

I growl at my reflection. Before I let this game get out of hand, I need to get some control over Radditz. These sessions need to be my choice, not his. To do that, I need to be much stronger than I already am. The only way to accomplish that in time is by using the dragonballs.

The first step is healing fast enough to gain time to gather them. I know of only one way to recover from my injuries quickly – the bean Son Goku gave me. If I am going to enjoy being beaten and fucked by Radditz on a regular basis, I need to heal faster or my injuries will be crippling, leaving me broken and helpless before long.

I concentrate, gathering my returning ki, directing it to heal my face and neck. As it is, my injuries will not cause the fearful reaction I want. I don’t want the weaklings thinking they have a chance to defeat me. I can conceal broken ribs and bruises, but my face reveals too much of the truth.

When my visible injuries are healed, I get dressed and begin searching for kis I recognize. I smirk when I find one, conveniently close.

It’s time to pay one of Son Goku’s friends a visit.

TBC