Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Salvation ❯ Devil's Little Solider (part Three) ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: Makota

Devil's Little Soldier: Part Three

(Author's Note: If you have not all ready done so, please read warning in Ch 4 part one before proceeding.)

He smelled the blood before he ever saw it.

Piccolo, who's face was now hidden from view under the hood of his robe, had lead him through the elaborate maze of the manner down a series of stairs.

Night had fallen. Not that it mattered in their current location. They had descended into a crypt.

“To better understand,” the man ahead of him explained, “the sadistic pleasure you indulged in last night, you must first witness the delicate balance…and partnership,” he added, “between ecstasy and pain.”

The rough hewn walls gave way to clear glass.

The smell of blood intensified filling his nostrils and hitting the back of his throat like wine.

He heard a mixture of screams and moans but even with these warnings he was unprepared for the writhing body and metal that came into view.

Chrome.

The darkened room looked like a lab out of a scientific thriller. Everything was metallic; the walls, ceiling, floor, but it was the orb in the center of the room that provided the main attraction. It was lit by a spotlight that served as the only illumination in the room. Within it dangled a small well-sculpted man with what suspended in mid-air devoid of all clothing save for what appeared to be a black bag over his head.

Holding him aloft were four robotic arms tapered by cuffs that cut into his bound wrists and ankles. The sharp pieces of metal produced ribbons of crimson to flee over pale skin unto the mirrored surface below. The teen was surprised to find that the back of the man was also visible as a massive mirror served as the back wall. Goten could plainly see the muscles of his shoulders and buttocks flexing and tensing against the painful restraints.

An eye-less leather mask was secured tightly around his skull. Where the mouth should have been was a bright red ball that stood out glaringly against the black coloring of the material. The youth was a bit troubled to find that he could just make out saliva wetting the rubber mouthpiece dribbling over the leather clad chin. His eyes traveled upward to thin slits over the nose. It was the only access for air and from the sounds of the rapid breathing it was only partially doing its job.

It was obvious the man in front of him was in pain; he shuddered and strained against his restraints crying incoherently around the ball that blocked his mouth. The demi-Saiyan's gaze fixed on the writhing body, his stomach knotting uncomfortably.

*ZAP*

Goten flinched when an unexpected burst of electricity crackled from the orb. The thin blue veins of energy coursed from the machine in intervals over the naked trapped form causing it to jolt violently.

Like a dog shaking off water, drops of blood flew from the pale skin as it vibrated with the current running through it. They landed on the floor looking for all the world like emissions from a can of paint. Goten did not know how long he could sit by idly and watch this.

The sound was horrible. The sizzling hum filled the air bringing to Goten's mind the incongruous image of his father slapping on a hamburger on the grill at the family barbeque.

Accosted with this image mutating with the scene before him, the breath left the demi-Saiyan's body in a rush. But a strong arm steadied him before he could crumple to the ground.

“Just watch,” Piccolo murmured before releasing him.

Luckily the torture unfolding before him lasted only a few moments before a strong feminine voice broke the air.

“Stop,” it commanded.

The blue tendrils disappeared instantly.

His Saiyan eyes picked up on a feminine form slinking across the top of the room. It seemed there was an upper level as well. The figure crossed the ledge and seated herself on a cushioned chair he had not noticed before. She was nude as well. The light emanating from above lit the lower half of her body and just the bottom of her breasts, but the rest of her remained in shadow. Despite the gruesome scene before him, Goten's mouth went dry as his eyes roamed over creamy white skin and dusty rose-colored nipples. The woman's sculpted legs were crossed blocking any further interesting views.

“Plug him up,” she commanded.

Goten thought he knew the voice but it wasn't familiar enough to pin point.

Two darkly robbed figures appeared both bearing slim silver cases.

Even through the glass Goten could hear the faint click of the containers as they were opened.

His eyes set upon silver implements.

A six inch thin metal probe was produced by a latex gloved hand of one of the cloaked figures. His partner produced a large black knobbed piece of hollow rubber.

The teen gasped then blushed. Pornos had taught him something; he didn't know what the metal was for but he recognized a butt plug when he saw one. Granted, he had never laid eyes on a hollow butt plug before.

The figure holding the rather wide, in Goten's opinion, sex toy disappeared into the darkness to reappear behind the hovering victim. Without further adieu the butt plug was shoved unceremoniously between the captive's clenched cheeks. The victim yanked violently against his cuffs letting out a grunt. The sharp movement opened the wounds on his wrists and ankles further heightening blood flow. Rather inappropriately Goten thought that had been rather rude; the could have at least used some sort of lubrication.

“Harder,” the woman demanded, “The little whore likes it all the way up his ass.”

The black robbed figure obliged.

There was another groan but Goten's eyes widened as a throaty moan shortly followed. Somehow, he wasn't sure where, the atmosphere had changed. But it wasn't the noise the poor soul was making that caught his attention. No, it was the vivid purple erection rising proudly from the tight dark curls between his legs.

“You see,” said the tall man beside him, “there are those who thrive off of pain and humiliation, and those,” he nodded his head towards the woman who had opened her legs to reveal a shaven pussy, “who enjoy causing it.”

Goten's mouth watered as he watched a demure finger push back the bare lips of her vagina to probe her swollen clitoris. His own cock stirred to attention.

“And still others,” the Namek added as if he could sense Goten's arousal, “who enjoy watching it.”

Goten was beyond caring now as he watched the woman touch herself and the man buck against the air as if he was trying to penetrate the emptiness itself apparently oblivious to the anguish he had been in earlier. Goten didn't know which was more tantalizing and his attention moved between the two. The feeling that this was wrong and should be stopped was overcome by the desire…and need to watch.

A flash of silver caught his eye. It was the probe. The figure who held it roughly grabbed the man's erection keeping it steady. Goten let out a gasp as the figure slowly inserted the piece of metal into the man's urethra.

A scream broke the air.

Goten looked away.

“Is this too much?” Piccolo asked evenly.

“I…”

But the scream tapered off into a groan before Goten could finish. He risked a look back. The man was now tossing his head erratically, attempting to thrust but the figures both had a hand each on his hips. When he quieted, they removed their grasp to concentrate on their task; both moving their chosen implements slowly in and out of the bound man's body.

In the back of the room the mirror revealed black rubber stretching the light puckered hole; in and out it went as if it were being simultaneously devoured and divulged. In the front; the silver probe had dimpled the delicate skin around the tiny hole as it was slowly twisted and turned.

“Now, do you understand why you felt the way you did last night?”

Goten nodded, he was incapable of speaking at this point.

“There's nothing to be ashamed of. It is natural to be fascinated with the eccentricies of others. To derive pleasure from their pleasure and—for some—their pain.” He cocked his head, glancing over the shorter man next to him. “You are not a sadist in the purist's sense. I do not think you enjoy pain alone, but pleasure resulting from pain. However, whether or not you enjoy causing it will answer that question more fully.” He looked at the scene before him. Goten followed his gaze.

The trapped man had wisely kept still, but his head was thrown back and he moaned and panted around the ball gag. Saliva spurted out against it in a rather unappealing display. He whimpered as he physically appeared to move his legs farther apart but alas it was to no avail as the motorized arms held him tightly.

The woman spoke again.

“Fill him and cage that unwieldy thing before it spits.”

The metal probe was carefully removed and placed aside. The figure in the back however left his toy in but stepped back into the darkness. A mechanical hum filled the room. The arms suddenly moved counterclockwise around the great chrome oval as the bound victim was moved upside down. Figure number two reappeared with something in his arms. It looked like a water pump judging from the gurgling sound and hose that appeared in hand. Back in front, the other cloaked figure returned with a wicked looking silver contraption held almost reverently in his hand. It looked like a hollow metal banded cast of a cock and balls; it was here that Goten understood what the woman meant by `cage him'. The male chastity belt was wrestled none-to-gently around the captive's genitals. Luckily the man's erection had slightly wilted.

Goten shifted uncomfortably as his own erection throbbed painfully against the fabric of his trousers. The guilty desire from last night was back full force only this time it didn't feel so wrong. He could not tear his eyes away. But looking away was the last thing he wanted. It took all of his concentration not to touch himself.

The hose was inserted into the hollow end of the butt plug. A glurping sound reached his ears as a strangled cry broke the air. A moment passed and Goten watched in morbid fascination as the man's stomach began to expand.

“Mmm…yes” the woman hissed, “fill him up.”

His eyes darted up to settle on the source of the voice. She had graciously draped her legs over the armrests of her chair giving Goten a clear view of her dripping pussy. Two fingers were already buried deep inside the slicked hole, her thumb stroking the small pink bud above. Her other hand was filled with her right breast, kneading in succession with the man's futile thrusts.

The man's belly grew larger and larger until he looked impregnated. But it didn't stop there. More and more it swelled. Goten was alarmed at how long they were allowing this to continue. He looked like he was going to pop! Right as he was about to say something it ceased.

“Whip him,” the woman all but moaned.

Goten watched, eyes nailed to the scene before him.

The hose was removed and he heard a `snap' as the butt plug was closed. One figure disappeared into the darkness while the other procured not one, but two vicious looking bull whips. The robe of figure was dropped to the floor revealing a well muscled man with dark hair Goten did not recognize. He was shirtless, and Goten had to admire the toned form of the stranger. Expertly the man wound the instruments to life, whirling them in the air like serpents in water. The aero dynamics continued for a moment until one licked at the prisoner's back followed by its twin. Goten thought the `Snap' that it produced was too small for the amount of blood that sprayed from the wound, however he was not disappointed by the scream that ripped the air.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

The only reply was the escalating `SNAP, SNAP, SNAP' of the whip.

The inverted bound man screams mixed with moans and shouts of ecstasy. Goten could smell the heavy musk of his desire and he could see the leaking purple flesh held ruthlessly in its cage straining for liberation. Thee teen's erection wept with him seeping pre-cum through the cotton of his boxers into the cloth of his trousers. As the whips came down again, rich blood misted upward in the air and unto the screen separating the howling man from his observers.

So filled with lust at this point it took Goten all he had not to lick his side of the glass. The woman was fucking herself with three fingers now and the man with his humongous belly now coated with blood thrashed back and forth crying in a mixture of desire and pain.

“RELEASE!” The woman cried out as her small pert ass bounced off her chair. Her wrist twisting as her fingers pushed deeper and deeper inside while her other hand busily flipped her clit.

The cock cage was graciously removed and immediately an erection plum and heavy with blood stood at attention over the bulging belly; the cork opened. Three second of silence hung in the air before, like a surreal fountain, the man howled at the top of his lungs and erupted in a spray of water and cum.

Subconsciously Goten stroked himself beneath his robe, moaning himself.

A white streak joined the dots of crimson on the glass. The man emptied his load, shaking and shudder against the metal bands that held him. His masked face thrashed from side to side before falling back in satisfaction. Above he heard the woman scream in ecstasy and saw her shudder deliciously, wetness seeping into the seat beneath her. Goten bit his lips to stifle his own pulsing release as it overtook him without warning.

A few moments passed.

The woman suddenly rose.

Goten's eyes widened as he recognized the figure whom suddenly came into the light.

She had a shapely but strong figure, ice-blue eyes, and short, straight blonde hair.

“18!” Goten hissed, “Then that means the man…”

“Krillen,” the older man affirmed.

The teen's mouth worked but not a sound procured. Finally;

“Eww.”

Piccolo raised a brow but the gesture was hidden by the hood of his robe.

“Eww,” he repeated amused. “Where's your hand, Goten?”

The teen was startled to find that his hand was wrapped firmly around his limp and sticky cock. He was suddenly glad he too was wearing a hood because he could not imagine what shade of red he was currently sporting. Hurriedly he removed his hand wiping it on his trousers and placed it outside his robe.

Utterly humiliated, Goten turned his attention back to the room, not wanting to face the man next to him as the realization that he had jacked off right next to him fully hit him. But the room had gone dark.

“We will leave them with some privacy now,” Piccolo said and without further comment continued down the hall.

“Wait!” Goten tripped over his robe clumsily in an attempt to catch up. “What kind of ritual was that?”

“That was not a ritual. Simply a form of therapy.” He slowed his steps to allow the teen to reach him. “As leader of this faction I provide counseling to my members, from time to time it covers marital issues.” The air grew damp as they continued their journey. “I suggested the interplay of S&M simply because Krillen and 18 were having difficulties with giving up control, especially 18.” The turned down a nearly invisible corner. “In the last session it was she who was bound, tonight was simply an exercise in re-establishing her role.” He glanced at the youth next to him, a hidden smile curling his lips, “As grisly as this last demonstration may have appeared, Krillen is ten times more ruthless in this arena than 18. She felt the need to `retaliate' as it were, though it doesn't come close to the special attentions he bestowed upon her last time.”

Goten made a noise as if he didn't buy it for a second.

Piccolo chuckled.

“Is it so hard to fathom? Krillen has always been somewhat of an underdog. And as they say; it's always the quiet ones you have to watch out for.”

“I'm sorry; I just don't see Krillen brandishing whips and chains, especially against his scary wife.”

“Actually it was a cattle prod, but that's beside the point. But enough of that now, we've reached our destination.”

Indeed they had halted at the bottom of a stair case leading up into blackness.

The elder man drew back his hood and regarded the demi-Saiyan gravely.

“This is the last time I will say this to you. What you witnessed before is only a taste of what lies at the top of these stairs. If at any time you wish to leave, tell the closest person next to you and you will be lead out.”

Goten gave a short nod, a gesture which the Namek returned before drawing his hood to its former place.

Without further hesitation they climbed the stairwell and disappeared into the darkness.

Continued in Part Four

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Author's Note: As stated in the last section, this is of my own making and does not necessarily express the views (though I've no doubt they would endorse such play in the right circumstances) of the Temple of Set.