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Breaking the Prince (Part 1)	By : Doog Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3090 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Nine

              Vegeta opened his eyes but there was nothing but darkness. At first Vegeta thought he was in a lightless room such as the isolation cell. Once initial confusion subsided, however, he knew that there was something on his face, covering his eyes. Whatever it was, it was wrapped around his head horizontally and secured at the back. Vegeta was too groggy and disoriented by his lack of vision to realize the state or position of his body, but instinctively wrapped his unhindered tail around his waist. He began to slowly discover his situation as he forced himself to concentrate on the points of pressure and pain in his limbs.
           Vegeta was upright but bent forward over something that dug into the top of each leg. Whatever he was bent over was high enough that he had to lift himself on the balls of his spread feet to alleviate the sharp pain at the front of his hips. His legs were kept apart and secured stiffly at numerous points to whatever was supporting the sharp beam he was pushed up against. His upper body was forced downward by the position of his arms, which were joined at the wrist behind his back but pulled towards the ceiling. The strain on his neck, back, and shoulders was immediate and worsening, giving him a strong incentive to keep his head bowed low and his torso at an acute angle with his legs. The return of strength to his arms and the rest of his body told him that he had received medical care at some point, but he couldn’t recall being knocked out. Remembering the solitary hours he had passed while hanging by his arms, he concluded that he had simply passed out in exhaustion.
           After a few moments of testing the positioning of his restraints and trying to determine the most comfortable position, Vegeta tried to detect clues regarding his location. There was silence except for the constant but soft whirring of an active machine. To his surprise, Vegeta noticed that the air did not have its usual icy chill, but instead held an uncomfortable warmth. Where am I? Vegeta's mind tried to retrieve more of what had been happening before he'd woken up here. The last thing he remembered was...his body stiffened at the memory of Freeza's last talk with him. What is this? Was it time for the rehabilitation that Freeza had threatened him with since the beginning? Vegeta's mind teamed with many horrifying possibilities.
After a few minutes, Vegeta forced himself to stop thinking about what might be coming and instead focused on what was already happening. Vegeta wanted to explore around himself with his unhindered appendage, but hesitated, wondering if he were alone. His mind continuing to clear, he decided that it didn't matter if anyone were present and that he might as well take advantage of his free tail.
           Letting his tail slowly uncurl from around his waist, Vegeta hesitantly ran its tip up to the portion of his arms that it could reach. Discovering nothing of use, he let his tail sweep down to the structure he was bent over, feeling its hard surface and the straps that were keeping his legs firmly in place. He traced this to the portion that dug into his pelvis. Vegeta moved his tail between his legs to feel the underside of the structure and froze. His breath quickened as his tail felt bare skin and his bare skin felt his tail. He was naked. His black shorts were gone, leaving his ass and groin uncovered. Moving his tail forward, he realized that the two posts to which his legs were restrained were not connected in the middle, leaving him completely exposed. Vegeta's tail wrapped around his waist once more as he began to panic.
           All of Vegeta's thoughts were focused on one fear: castration. He's going to chop my balls into little pieces and feed them to me, Vegeta thought miserably, almost choking in despair. Before this had all started, Vegeta would have never thought that Freeza could be capable of such a specifically cruel form of torture, but now it seemed all too possible. Why doesn't he just kill me? Vegeta's head was bowed, his strained body shaking, his teeth gritted. Even after all he had suffered, the adrenaline that flooded his bloodstream restored his faculties enough that he felt a small outcry from his pride at the thought of welcoming death. It was difficult for Vegeta to accept that the sum of his life’s efforts had led him to this end. Why did I have to be born? Vegeta could feel his hopelessness grow as he shifted his legs within the brace-like hold around them.
Then a thought struck him. How would Freeza castrating him make him willingly and effectively work for Freeza again? It didn't make any sense. Then what is this? Vegeta wracked his brain but couldn't focus enough to come up with any possible answers. His last resort was to feebly turn to the only rationalizations left to him. It doesn't matter...I have withstood everything so far. There's nothing Freeza can do that will make me serve him again. That's all that matters. I can not live forever. This will have an end.
           Vegeta remained in nauseous anticipation a while longer before Freeza's voice broke the silence from behind him, causing his body to stiffen and his head to turn to the side.
           "Still feeling prideful, Vegeta?" Freeza spoke loudly, as though he were speaking for the benefit of an audience. Vegeta's stomach flipped as he was struck with shame at being bound so vulnerably before his tormentor, and hopefully only his tormentor. Vegeta didn't hear Freeza draw closer, but suddenly felt a cool hand on the back of his thigh, making the flesh there twitch and erupt with goose bumps. Vegeta remained silent, steeling himself.
           "You do not...appear...to be very prideful anymore." Freeza's smile was present in his voice as he brushed his fingers upwards, over the curve of Vegeta's ass to his coiled tail. Freeza ran his fingers softly over the tail's fur, petting it while Vegeta shuddered and turned his head to face forward and down once more. "I can see that you are shivering in fear. Perhaps you have finally gained the feeling of terror that my presence commands." Freeza's hand left Vegeta's body, but returned to it shortly, resting firmly on the tight mound of muscles created between Vegeta's forcibly adducted shoulder blades. Vegeta was trying to remain calm but was overwhelmed with dread. Not being able to see what was happening around him or what Freeza was about to do had him more wound up than ever before.
           Freeza ran his hand up to the back of Vegeta's neck then started petting the back of his head. Vegeta shook his head a little at the unwanted attention, but Freeza continued, undeterred. Freeza's message was clear: I am in control, and I can do whatever I want with you. "Perhaps you have even come to your senses, and you have accepted that your only option is to obey me," Freeza pondered out loud, still stroking.
           It won't be long now. Vegeta could sense that Freeza was holding him over the edge of a cliff, toying with the idea of letting him go.
           "So I will ask you one more time, Prince Vegeta. Will you obey me willingly? Or will I have to take what is mine?"
     Vegeta's breath caught in his throat at the way Freeza phrased his question. Vegeta didn't want to give himself any more time to consider the offer, so slowly shook his head.
           "Predictable to the end," Freeza sighed, patting Vegeta's head affectionately. "It seems you are playing your little silent game again...but that will not last long." Freeza's hand disappeared as he chuckled to himself, and Vegeta thought he could sense Freeza moving back toward the direction from which he'd come. Vegeta held his breath, his intestines twisting in anticipation. Freeza's voice returned, not very far behind him. "You know, Vegeta, I am pleased that you have remained stubborn. What I have planned will be much more entertaining than watching you cower in obedience," Freeza informed him casually as Vegeta heard some clicking noises behind him. "Especially since my engineers spent so much effort constructing this just for you."
Vegeta thought for a moment that Freeza was referring to the way he was being restrained, but then considered the noises coming from behind him. Some sort of torture machine? Vegeta's heart sank further at the possibility.
           Vegeta attempted one last act of bravado. "Enough, Freeza. Or are you stalling because you are afraid your plans won't work?" Vegeta tried to keep his voice even, but it sounded as worn down as he felt. Freeza found this very amusing, laughing at length until Vegeta felt Freeza just behind him, laying a hand on one of his ass cheeks and pulling it to the side to reveal his small hole. Vegeta froze, shocked that Freeza would touch him so intimately and expose him so crudely.
           "Yes, Vegeta, the time for stalling is over," Freeza hissed, continuing to hold the ass cheek aside until Vegeta felt something cold and wet press against his entrance.
           "Kh—!" Vegeta could feel his face heat up as blood rushed to his cheeks. For a moment, Vegeta imagined that Freeza was implementing the worms from his oral torture in a new way, but the meaning of Freeza's reference to engineers soon made sense. The blunt end of the object pressing against him hummed to life, and in an instant it was slowly prodding rhythmically against him, moving forward and backward just enough to poke at but not into him. Vegeta could feel Freeza's other hand pulling his other ass cheek aside, stretching him open, making him more accessible and heightening his humiliation.
           Vegeta, once frozen in abject horror, now began to thrash wildly, his tail uncurling to try to block the intruder. Freeza simply let go with one of his hands and snatched the tail away by its middle, pinning it to Vegeta's lower back. Vegeta was partially immobilized by this, but it did not stop his involuntary reactions. He tried to lower himself onto his heels, even though it meant extreme pain to his hip bones, but it made no difference to the machine prodding at him. Vegeta became still once more when he realized that the strokes were slowly increasing in length, and that the slimy end of the object was now beginning to push just inside of him.
           "No!" Vegeta shouted, twisting his upper body despite the wrenching pain it caused in his back and shoulders. It was no use; he could not move in any way to escape the deepening penetration. Growling in anxious frustration, Vegeta tried to lift himself up onto the balls of his feet again to alleviate the sensation of the posts stabbing into his hips. "No!" Vegeta shouted again, his voice cracking as he felt the machine push further inside of him. Vegeta tried to imagine how large the object was, but the burning he felt as it pressed into him made it impossible to tell. "Stop this!" Vegeta snarled back at Freeza, who still seemed to be silently observing the machine's work. Vegeta's tail twisted and bristled against his back, but Freeza did not let it free.
           The strokes of the machine were slow and methodical, allowing the tip of what was penetrating him to completely leave him before it began to push forward again. Vegeta tried to tighten his muscles to keep it out, but this only increased the pain as it slid back and forth. Vegeta could feel sweat forming in beads over his body, physical strain and humiliation overtaking him. He could then feel Freeza let go of his ass and use both hands to move his tail upward, clamping its unruly end into a restraint device that must have been hanging near his arms. His tail had no slack with which to struggle now; it was held taut, up and away from his back. Freeza's next move must have been to adjust the machine, for it suddenly moved forward so that the entirety of its stroke remained inside of Vegeta's ass.
           Vegeta's breath caught at the pain of the object pushing deeper unexpectedly. Its speed remained steady, but the strokes slowly lengthened. Vegeta's thoughts were frantic and disjointed; he had never conceived of a torture like this. Save for strictly medical purposes, he had never been naked in the presence of anyone, let alone had any level of physical intimacy like this. Instinctually he felt that what was happening was unnatural, that Freeza was violating him in a way that carried the deepest insult.
           Freeza startled Vegeta by speaking from directly in front of him; Vegeta had been too consumed with what was happening to detect Freeza’s movement. "You look good this way, Vegeta, Prince of the Saiyans," Freeza gloated. Vegeta could feel the heat of his face spread lower, until his chest was also flushed with blood at the thought of Freeza watching him suffer.
           "Damn...you," Vegeta's breath kept hitching as the machine probed deeper. Suddenly, Freeza's voice was coming from right in front of his face.
           "I wonder what your people would say if they saw their proud prince squirming so shamefully like this," Freeza wondered. "If they were not all dead, that is," Freeza emphasized the word by poking Vegeta in the middle of his forehead, causing him to bare his teeth and snap at the air in front of him wildly. Unfazed, Freeza grabbed Vegeta's chin in his hand, tilting his head painfully back until his twisted arms were shaking. Just that moment, Vegeta tried to expel the intruder using his muscles, but that only allowed it to penetrate him with more ease. The effect of it gliding deeper inside him made him groan miserably as Freeza held him.
           "I wonder what your father would say if he saw his only son like this," Freeza said in a voice so low that Vegeta almost couldn't hear him over the blood pumping in his ears. "If he were not dead, that is." Freeza released Vegeta's face and laughed contentedly as he moved back towards the machine. Vegeta let his head hang low again to relieve his arms, but could do nothing to alleviate the pain from being fucked and disgraced.
           "You're the one that should be...kh-...ashamed, Freeza!" Vegeta shouted back to him between shuddering breaths. "You're...you're the pervert." Vegeta stiffened as Freeza once more spread him painfully apart. Freeza dug his sharp nails into the muscular flesh momentarily before pulling away again. Vegeta could now feel the size of the object as it slid between his ass cheeks. Though it did not feel that large externally, internally it felt as though it were stretching him to the point of tearing him.
           "Pervert?" Freeza repeated with interest, and Vegeta felt the object changing its conformation inside of him, its tip angling downward so that it was applying a more intense pressure along his internal wall. Its movement in and out lengthened a bit more, its tip reaching deep inside of him.
           Then Vegeta felt something different, something besides the pain. It was just for an instant, but it made his upper body jump. As the tip had reached its deepest point, he had felt a fleeting sensation that emanated internally from the center of his groin. Vegeta was transfixed with dread as the object retracted and then returned to the same spot, making Vegeta react involuntarily once more. The sensation was spreading; he could feel it growing in intensity in the space behind his balls and the base of his cock. As the steady fucking continued, Vegeta tried to ignore the effects of the stimulation of that one spot, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Worst of all, he could feel his groin become warm as blood flooded into the area. Vegeta was so caught up in the foreign feelings he was experiencing that he almost forgot Freeza was still present until he felt a hand running along the underside of his chest and stomach.
           "Are you enjoying yourself yet, Vegeta? I had this machine designed just for you. The medics were very thorough in their measurements to make sure it fit you perfectly," Freeza cooed as his hand slid to black pubic hair, his finger tips stopping just short of the base of Vegeta’s cock. Vegeta reddened further at the thought of medics probing and measuring him while he was unconscious, but was more immediately concerned with the location of Freeza's hand, which was still lingering just within his pubic hair. Just having his lower abdomen caressed was enough to overwhelm the inexperienced Saiyan. Freeza's light touch made Vegeta more sensitive to the steady stimulation by the machine and heightened his anxiety; he didn’t know how to process all of the contrasting sensations at once.
           Slowly, almost slow enough that it was painful, Vegeta felt Freeza's hand move to graze the underside of his cock. It was terrifying to be touched in such a vulnerable place, but Vegeta quickly became more alarmed at the fact that Freeza's touch revealed to both of them that Vegeta's cock was hardening. The pressure that Vegeta could feel building as a result of the stroking of the machine had actually been an erection. Vegeta was mortified, his sweat beginning to slide down his body as a warm flash of shame rolled through him. How could Freeza do this? Freeza then gripped the hardening flesh and began to pull lightly on it, stroking it in a downward motion. It seemed that Vegeta's suffering far outweighed whatever disgust Freeza might have felt in participating in Vegeta's degradation.
           "Saiyajin are such simple creatures...so easily ruled by their base drives, their carnal instincts." Freeza's tone was scolding as he continued his attentions on Vegeta's erection, which was now almost completely hard. Vegeta could feel his calf muscles begin to cramp as his entire body tightened in unwelcome pleasure.
           "No..." was all Vegeta could manage through his clenched jaw, uncomprehending of what was happening to his body. Every time he had experienced an erection before, he had ignored it until it had gone away. He had never had any guidance on the matter, no female Saiyajin with which to interact, and no exposure to Saiyajin culture beyond his childhood. Vegeta had always channeled all of his energy into fighting and becoming stronger, ignoring anything that got in his way, including his own maturing body.
           "I knew you would enjoy this, Vegeta. You know, I never stopped watching your training sessions." Freeza was leaning forward so that he was speaking at the back of Vegeta's head. "It seems that you are the pervert," Freeza laughed softly, stroking Vegeta's now completely hard length. Vegeta could not register what Freeza was talking about, distracted by his torture. Eventually Freeza's words penetrated the haze in Vegeta's mind and he realized what Freeza was referring to: the training session in which he had slaughtered the Furujin fighters only to find himself hard.
           How did he see? Vegeta was again struck by the level of premeditation and two-faced behavior with which Freeza had operated for nearly a decade. Freeza had completely outdone him in every way, manipulated him at every turn of his life. Now, Freeza had taken away Vegeta's control over his own body.
“You have proven to be quite the source of inspiration over all of these years. The more I observed you, the more I learned about you, the more I understood that you are just an animal trying to satisfy its lust,” Freeza explained, his touch unrelenting. The building sensitivity in Vegeta's groin worsened as the machine changed its stroke pattern, thrusting quickly out and then back in, but temporarily slowing as it passed over the point that made him writhe with what was now obviously pleasure.
           "Damn you!" Vegeta growled again between suppressed groans, shaking his head quickly from side to side, trying to shake off the feelings overwhelming him. He was having an increasingly difficult time focusing; all he could think about was Freeza's firm touch and the object in his ass rubbing against the same spot over and over again.
           After another minute, Freeza let Vegeta's cock hang stiffly on its own, returning his attention to Vegeta's tail. This time, however, Freeza focused on the area where its base met with the flesh above Vegeta’s ass. Vegeta felt warmth in his groin, his balls tightening up against his body uncontrollably as Freeza massaged and stroked the sensitive spot. The Saiyajin’s body only relaxed when Freeza stopped his teasing. Vegeta had heard a strange noise in his ears, but it wasn't until his tail was released from Freeza’s hand that he realized that the noise had been himself. He had been mewling pathetically, loud enough that Freeza had stopped to allow Vegeta to realize it. After Vegeta had time to silently curse himself, Freeza continued his play. Even though he knew what would happen, Vegeta could do little to stifle the whimpering that came to his lips at the pleasure that followed. By the time Freeza stopped again, Vegeta was grinding his pelvis into the sharp points of the posts to which his legs were bound. He could feel blood running down his thighs.
           Freeza was laughing again, but Vegeta couldn't focus enough to care. He could feel something building at the base of his cock and deep inside of his pelvis. To Vegeta's dismay, it was that moment that he learned that the machine had another previously concealed capability. The tip of the object fucking him began to vibrate.
Vegeta could not stop from thrashing, his limbs straining against their bonds until he felt something pull painfully out of place in one of his arms. Still, he could not control his muscles; the stimulus was too intense. Vegeta was overcome with the urge to put his cock into something, to fuck something, as an intense heat took over the lower half of his body.
           Before, when something had become too much for him to handle, he had forced his attention away from his pain by focusing on something in the room. Now, because of his blindfold, he was trapped in his body, unable to escape the onslaught of stimuli acting upon it. The humiliation he felt because of the despairing grunts and whines he was emitting was becoming distant compared to the mounting pressure of physical need.
Freeza was in front of him again, holding the side of Vegeta’s face so that a thumb was under his chin. Suddenly, Freeza forced Vegeta’s head to turn upward. Vegeta cried out at having his arms wrenched into the unnatural position once more, his ability to cope with pain greatly diminished in his current state.
           "Such beautiful sounds." Vegeta still could not see through his sweat-soaked blindfold, but could feel Freeza's eyes burning into him. "What do you have to say now, Prince?" Freeza held his head firmly in place, making it difficult for Vegeta to breathe or swallow as his collar pressed into his bent neck. Vegeta was busy concentrating on the building pressure in his groin, unable to comprehend Freeza's words.
           A jolt of pain shocked Vegeta, causing his arms to tighten fast enough to pull several muscles at once. The unexpected sensation pulled him away from the unknown endpoint of his pleasure, snapping his mind into torturous clarity. Freeza still had the remote for the K.R.I. device. Vegeta cried out again, his mind now able to concentrate long enough to hear Freeza repeat his question, this time with the implied threat of another dose of pain.
           "What do you have to say now, Prince?" Vegeta could only manage one simple reply.
           "Stop..." But it was not the outraged, indignant demand it had been before. Now, even to Vegeta, it sounded more like a soft, desperate plea. It wasn't taking long for the tension to build back up in Vegeta's overpowered body.
           "Hmm...That is an improvement, but I think we can do better," Freeza spoke casually, turning Vegeta's face to each side, evaluating. Vegeta couldn't tell if Freeza was speaking to himself, to Vegeta, or to some unknown accomplice. Regardless, the thrusts of the machine became more rapid and adjusted to a more downward angle. The resulting increase in pressure on the spot that Vegeta found so sensitive made his body tighten until he was on the tips of his toes, his tail bristling from its base to its clamped tip.
It wasn't until Vegeta felt Freeza's claws racking down one of his twisted arms that he could hear Freeza's voice again. The alternating pleasure and pain was almost unbearable, but Vegeta knew that Freeza wasn't going to let him simply recede into oblivion, at least not yet. "...that you understand now, Prince? Are you capable of seeing that you are unable to control yourself?" Vegeta knew that the intense building sensation within him meant something was going to happen, but he didn't know what. The pleasure was pushing him closer to some unknown edge, but Vegeta was still digging in his heels, fighting whatever was coming.
"Vegeta!" Freeza momentarily let go of his head and slapped his face before pulling his head back up again, this time by the hair at the base of his skull. Freeza wrenched Vegeta's neck as far as it would go, wringing a scream out him. Vegeta reacted to the pain, but he was consumed with the pleasure. It was so close now, whatever it was, that Vegeta could no longer make sense of what was happening. All Vegeta could feel was the flesh of his cock burning, leaking with urgency as the machine slid in and out of him, stretching him. Suddenly, Vegeta was no longer dragging in his heels; he realized that it was Freeza who was holding him back from reaching release from this torturous distress.
           "More," Vegeta managed to choke. Something inside of Vegeta snapped the moment he heard his own voice breathe the simple plea. There was an excruciating moment of silence during which Vegeta was forced to wait in agony.
           "What did you say?" Freeza softly ran fingers down the side of Vegeta's face, even as his grip in Vegeta's hair remained cruelly tightened. Something in the back of Vegeta's mind remembered to feel disgusted, but it was soon forgotten. Vegeta swallowed as best as he could.
           "Please..." he whined, suddenly nauseous but unable to comprehend why. "Please...Freeza...sama...kh—!" Vegeta couldn't continue as the pain from his legs cramping in their awkward position made him grit his teeth. It would not have done him much good to continue, he thought with dismay, as he didn't know what he was asking. Vegeta could feel wetness building behind his clenched eyelids.
           "Much better. You may be slow to learn, Vegeta, but you are not completely hopeless after all," Freeza mused, still caressing Vegeta's cheek. Letting Freeza have such a victory would have been inconceivable to Vegeta only minutes before, but all ideas of his pride, self-preservation, and hatred for Freeza were inconsequential within this foreign realm of pure need. The only consequence of giving into Freeza that Vegeta could comprehend was release from his intolerable tension.
           "So you will serve me in any way I require, without insolence?" Freeza had an excitement in his voice that Vegeta had never heard before. Vegeta's body jerked at the feeling of the machine finding his weakness once more. These things that Freeza was speaking of had once had meaning to him, but he didn't have the energy to remember or care. All of his life, Vegeta had been conditioned by fighting and various hardships to endure physical and emotional pain of almost every sort. The past months had been no exception. This, however, was something entirely new to him. Vegeta had absolutely no defense against physical pleasure, let alone sexual pleasure.
           "Y-yes..." Vegeta agreed miserably, shuddering. He could feel tears escape from the corners of his clenched eyes, wetting the blindfold.
           "You will bow before me?" Freeza was already triumphant, but was still restraining himself somehow. "Crawl before me?"
           "Yes," Vegeta knew the answer before the question was asked. Freeza was silent once more, long enough that the last sane piece of Vegeta wondered if he were about to be killed or left to suffer indefinitely. Vegeta was shocked when the vibrations from the machine intensified, immediately bringing him closer to the threshold for which his body was aching.
           Freeza kept a firm grip on Vegeta's hair with one hand, but surprised Vegeta once more by using his other hand to grab the underside of the blindfold on Vegeta's face and tear it up and away from his head. Without the blindfold present to immediately soak them up, Vegeta's tears began to run down his face, joining with the sweat that had resulted from his straining. Vegeta was blinded by the minimal light in the small chamber, and all he could make out was Freeza's face looming above him. Vegeta's eyes were drawn to Freeza's brightly malicious pupils, which were moving to admire every detail of his work. The sight of Freeza's face brought a fleeting wave of shame to Vegeta; it had been much easier when he hadn't been directly confronted with a view of his tormentor, now conqueror.
           "I think you have earned a reward, pet." Freeza's lips were curling upward evilly.
Just hurry, Vegeta thought, the urgency of his body making him feel that he might take further, more humiliating measures to appease Freeza if relief didn't arrive soon enough.
           "I have a secret to tell you," Freeza spoke evenly despite his obvious excitement. Freeza’s face was contorted in a new way; it was an expression of deepest triumph, of almost childlike glee. Freeza leaned closer, bringing his lips close enough to Vegeta's ear that Vegeta could feel and hear Freeza's cool breath. "Are you ready, Prince?" The machine adjusted again, this time changing the location and length of its stroke so that it was sliding back and forth continuously over the same, dreaded spot. Vegeta couldn't understand how Freeza was doing it, but the result left him unable to breathe, paralyzed by the feeling welling up inside of him. Something was going to happen within him, and it felt like a matter of seconds.
           "Your father didn't die on Planet Vegeta. He was in my ship, trying to lead a rebellion against me," Freeza was speaking loudly and clearly, as if to pierce through Vegeta's distractions. Vegeta's eyes widened at the mention of his father. "King Vegeta did not perish on Planet Vegeta…I killed your father personally…with a single blow." Freeza was delayed by a short spurt of laughter as if this revelation were part of a punch line. "Then, I destroyed Planet Vegeta and the rest of your filthy race with a single ball of ki." Freeza laughed once more, pulling away from Vegeta's ear to observe Vegeta's shocked expression.
           What? Vegeta's brain was split in half. His body finally reached its limit and he felt the tension that had been building in his groin release. His balls clenched against his body as the feeling coursed through him, all of the muscles in his pelvis contracting at once and then rhythmically spasming. It was the most pleasurable thing Vegeta had ever experienced, making him shut his eyes as every muscle in his body clenched. The extreme sensation of his first orgasm was prolonged by the still-pumping machine, causing Vegeta's eyes to open again as he screamed at pleasure so intense it became its own kind of agony. Freeza let Vegeta's head drop out of his grasp, letting Vegeta writhe senselessly as his hypersensitive body was forced to endure more stimulation.
           Finally, the machine stopped its vibrating and stroking to slowly retract. Vegeta hung limply, almost doubled over the posts holding up his legs. His tears ran down his nose and landed below him. The passage of his orgasm left his body wrung out, allowing the excruciating pain in his head, arms, legs, and ass to return at full force. He felt hollow, almost completely detached for a few minutes until what Freeza had said sunk in.
Freeza did it. All this time...it was always him, Vegeta thought, almost marveling at the breadth and magnitude of Freeza's evil. In the absence of his desperate sexual need, Vegeta deflated at the memory of how his body had been manipulated beyond his control. When his memories then turned to how he had submitted because of his physical weakness, fresh tears silently formed and fell from his eyes. It had all happened just as Freeza had intended it; Freeza had even told Vegeta when he was going to make him surrender and it had made no difference. He had been utterly defeated.
           Freeza's foot came into view, and Vegeta felt a soft ruffling of the hair at the top of his head as he continued to stare wretchedly at the floor. "Excellent work, my little prince," Freeza purred. Vegeta was transported by the simple phrase; he was instantly a child again seeking the approval of his overlord. Vegeta's chest clenched. It was all so clear to him now: Vegeta had been built and broken at Freeza's will. Freeza had demonstrated his power to take the proud Saiyajin prince and forge an entirely new destiny for him and his race. No matter how Vegeta had tried, he had not been able to alter the course set for him. Resisting had only served to tighten Freeza’s hold over him, and now he was too weary and ashamed to do even that. Confronted with how his suffering had transformed him, Vegeta now knew himself the way Freeza had always known him. Vegeta now accepted that the only person who had ever truly seen what lay within him was, and would always be, Freeza.
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