Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiya-jin Dreams Arc: Only Dreaming ❯ Part One ( Chapter 1 )

 

I hear the door open and three people enter the room. Ignoring them, I continue my task.

 

I am now blindfolded, nuzzling and licking Vejita's boots. My arms are tied behind my back, and a second ring has been placed about halfway along my tail. This ring has a short chain on it, which has been clipped to the back of my collar, thus, pulling my tail up and out of the way and making me as accessible as a bitch in heat.

 

I hear the guard stop at his post at the door, and the other two continue to walk, then kneel a few feet behind me. They say nothing, waiting for Vejita to acknowledge or ignore their presence, but I can feel their eyes on me.

 

“Yamcha, come here.”

 

I hear the one on my right stand up and walk to stand beside the King's chair and begin to kneel again, when he is halted by a sharp word.

 

“Stand.”

 

I cannot see him, but I know he is sniffing Yamcha's groin, finding traces of my scent there, reinforcing the truth of my story. He calls Turlis and does the same before telling them to kneel.

 

“I hear Kakarott has been having sex with some of the other concubines while I was gone,” Vejita started.

 

Turlis and Yamcha did not reply.

 

“I gave him a chance to explain himself, and he denies the rumors, yet reeks of musk and other Saiyans, and still has cum in him from the last one he fucked.” A sharp kick connects with my chin and I find myself sprawled on my side. I instantly move back onto my knees, pressing my forehead to the floor, groveling like a submissive dog.

 

“He is a liar, a traitor, and should have his tail cut off. But I have decided to amuse myself with him one last time. The two of you are the current contenders for position as my favorite. I have decided to take my pleasure of you, pick one as my new favorite, and allow you the pleasure of torturing this traitor as you see fit.”

 

“Thank you, Your Majesty. You honor us beyond our lowly station,” Yamcha stated, bowing his head to the floor.

 

The crop in Vejita's hands cracks across Yamcha's back, causing him to cry out. “I have not given you permission to speak to me, Concubine.”

 

I hear movement as Vejita gets up from his chair and leads the both of them across the room. I hear fabric and the rattle of chains, then feet walking towards me. My hands are unbound and the blindfold removed before I am pulled to my feet and kissed soundly.

 

“You may take your revenge in whatever form you choose. You have my permission to do anything you wish.”

 

“Shinai ka, ko Kenshi,” I say. Thank you, my King.

Although I have never been one for revenge, I find I am surprisingly good at it in my dream. Both Turlis and Yamcha are hung from love swings, ankles chained to the floor with their tails having been given the same treatment as mine and chained to their collars, well out of the way. Turlis has his hands bound behind his back and wears a gag, while Yamcha is blindfolded with a ring in his mouth, arms also bound, and it is with him I start.

 

I pick up a Cat `o nine tails from a hook on the wall and move to stand in front of Yamcha. Slowly, I start lashing him with the cat, running my fingers through his hair. I love that he doesn't know it's me, love that Turlis has been allowed to see, love that he knows he has been betrayed, love that he knows what's coming and has to wait for his turn, love that he can see the feral grin that exposes my long canines. And I'm going to love it when Vejita and I scare the shit out of Yamcha. I hear him whimper around the ring as I continue to strike him, strokes slowly getting harder and leaving welts on the tough Saiyan skin.

 

I watch as Vejita moves behind him, lubricating two fingers before pushing them into his entrance. Yamcha stiffens and moans, wiggling as the fingers start to move within him. I continue to lash him with the cat, leaving one hand tangled in his long hair as Vejita moves his fingers within him, the other hand spreading his ass.

 

I can tell he is confused, there are too many hands on him for it to be just Vejita, but it is quite possible that he thinks that I am Turlis. Time to shatter that ray of hope. I thrust my cock into his mouth, moving shallowly, pushing against his tongue as Vejita removes his fingers and slams into his ill-prepared entrance. I start thrusting deeper, pressing against the back of his throat before leaning down to whisper to him.

 

“So does it feel good, getting fucked at both ends? Does it feel good being tied up, held down and forced to pleasure someone against your will?”

 

He stiffens and starts to struggle, trying to bite me around the ring, even though he knows it's useless. I laugh and drop the cat, threading both hands into his hair and thrusting into his mouth hard and deep as Vejita pounds his ass. I feel my orgasm approaching and shove my cock down his throat, forcing him to swallow my cum. His stomach instantly turns, and I watch as cum dribbles down his chin before delivering the final blow.

 

“Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get lots of practice when you're given to the elites as a toy.”

 

A concentrated ki beam slices through Yamcha's tail at the base, casting him out of society with a flick of the Kenshi's little finger. Though he makes no sound, the base of the blindfold is wet with tears.

 

Now finished with Yamcha, my gaze turns to Turlis. He is outraged.

 

Good.

 

I will make him enjoy this. I'll make him beg for me, make him want to be taken by me and my revenge will be complete…

 

My thoughts wander as I run my hand through his hair and down his back. My dreams aren't usually this dark or violent. As before, I'm not one for revenge, but I find myself enjoying it. A voice screams that this is wrong—and I snarl at it to shut the fuck up. I am Saiya-jin, and I have my Kenshi's permission to do anything I please.

 

My hand skims over his shoulders and bound arms. He growls as I run my hand over his ass and moans in spite of himself as I stroke roughly up his tail. I continue to lave attention on the appendage, stroking, ruffling, pulling, teasing. I take the curling tip into my mouth as I continue to stroke, ruffling the fur. He moans loudly, the heat from my mouth setting his nerves on fire. I move a hand down to cup his ass, a finger teasing puckered opening to feel its tightness, receiving a sound between a moan and a growl. The finger probes slightly and I savor the heat before pulling away. I continue to stroke and suck his tail, nipping gently. He is erect and fully aroused, aching for my touch, whimpering when I withdraw my hand.

 

My questing fingers find a bottle of oil and I apply it to my own throbbing hardness. I position myself at his entrance and pause. I remove mouth and teasing hands from his tail, waiting. I wrap my hands around bound arms and tease, nudging his entrance, never enough to push in, but enough to drive him mad with want.

 

I hear my cue, a pleading whimper, and slam into his unprepared opening. So hot… So tight. He screams and tenses, and the tightness increases around my cock. I begin thrusting in and out of that exquisite, red hole, enjoying his screams. I feel bloodlust rising, the pleasure and his screams driving it on. I want to see blood. I smirk and pound his ass faster and harder, wrapping my hand around the golden ring at the base of his tail. I position fingers carefully and with a small burst of ki, shatter a single vertebra.

 

He shrieks, the sound sending a thrill singing through my blood. Leaning over, I whisper into his ear, “Good bye, Turlis.”

 

A piercing yowl, full of pain and rage and defeat, echoes in the room, even through his gag as I rip his tail out by the root. Blood pulses once, twice, spattering my chest and arms, and the lust is sated.

 

“Kakarott!”

 

I freeze, dropping the dismembered tail. I turn my head to look at my King, fearing I have crossed the line.

 

“Come here.”

 

I pull out of the still whimpering Turlis and walk over to stand in front of him. He points at a bowl of water and a washcloth on the floor between us.

 

“Bathe yourself.”

 

I kneel down, taking the clean cloth and submerging it into the steaming water before using it to give myself a quick but efficient sponge bath, making sure to remove all traces of blood and other fluids from my body. When I am finished, the water is cloudy pink with blood and semen, none of it mine.

 

“I am surprised at your bloodlust, Kakarott. What triggered this?”

 

“I don't know… Rage, your permission to do as I wished, need for revenge.”

 

“And are you sated?”

 

“Yes, Majesty.”

 

“Good. Because now that you are clean, you are mine.” He turns to the guard by the door. “Radditz, I am retiring to my personal bedchamber with my Consort. You are dismissed for the rest of the day. As my personal guard, you may be the first to take these two and do with them as you like before throwing them to the rest of the dogs.”

 

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” he replies, kneeling with his fist over his heart. He uses his scouter to summon a replacement guard to stand outside the doors to the King's suite before moving toward the two new elite pleasure slaves.

 

“Come, Kakarott.” Vejita turns, leading the way to his bedroom, and I obediently follow.