Finding Destiny | By : NLDCat Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1588 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Author's note: This part was hard to write, I won't lie and I will warn you now that it involves non-con incest between Jerich and Sytin. While not considered graphic, at least by my standards, it's emotionally painful so if it's not to your liking...then don't read because I don't want to hear about how awful it is. I know that. For those of you who DO and ARE reading this...comments are preferred to just adding the story to your favorites. It lets me know exactly what it IS that you like so much. With that said...on with the part:
Part Twelve: Blood Drawn, Pride Crushed (Sytin's POV)
Bardock had come and gone and I'd managed to calm down before my door opened. I was standing by the window gazing into the distance trying to think about anything other than what was coming. I'd almost accepted that there was no way to make this end favorably. They'd already hurt me once so...really, was it possible for them to make it any worse? "Hell, bitch."
Okay, I lied. It COULD be worse. My fists clenched at that word. I was NOT in the mood to be insulted by a bunch of egotistical bastards with nothing better to do than overpower someone ten years younger than they were. Really? How pathetic did you have to be to do that? Not that I was going to ask them because it would only piss them off...but I wondered. "I don't know WHY you insist on being such a bastard, but I would watch the names you fling at people," I finally say keeping my gaze away from the door. It was probably the worst idea in the world, but I felt more at ease if I wasn't looking at my tormentors.
"I would...if I thought you were a threat...and trust me, you are hardly that."
I wanted to deck him. I really, really wanted to deck him. However that would do only two things:
1. Bring me in close-quarters with males I had NO intention of letting touch me
AND
2. Piss him off enough that he would probably only hurt me more without hurting him like I wanted it to.
Neither of these two things were agreeable to me so I had to keep my temper to myself. "I would hope that you would never learn the opposite," I finally say simply. I was hoping that if I didn't rise to their bait, didn't retaliate that they would grow bored of me and leave...preferably before I got to the point where any touch was preferable to none at all. I was beginning to understand just why these things were considered pure hell.
"Considering how weak you are...I won't. Now stop staring out the window and come HERE."
The male's audacity irked me because I hated being ordered about like I was a pet. So I ignore him and hope that I could figure a way to avoid what had made it necessary for someone to go and bother Bardock. The last thing I wanted to do was make him cross my brother again. He had lost enough because of my family.
In hindsight, I should have known that my defiance would only make things worse on me. My rank expected obediance when a command was issued. Ignoring such a thing was a GOOD way to end up suffering. I just...I hated enough that they thought me weak enough to deserve such treatment...not that I would EVER do this to another because such acts of cruelty were disgusting to me. I end up grabbed and nearly violently flung onto my bed. Having no chance to correct myself, I find I'm KI-ringed again so that my wrists are pinned to the head board. I yank backwards even though I know it's a hopeless attempt. "You...are despicable," I say harshly.
"And YOU are a worthless excuse for a member of MY family." Jerich's voice makes me go taunt.
"J-Jerich..." I start unsure of what my brother was doing in my room and not really liking how terrified that made me.
"Move away from him...I am going to teach the brat just what it is HE'S obviously good for."
My eyes widen in horror at this. "J-Jerich...brother...don't..." I try to remind him that he's my brother in hopes that it will spare me whatever sick desires he's about to unleash. I end up with my hair grabbed and my head yanked back.
"Begging is beneath an elite," he tells me harshly, "as is THIS much a weakness."
The painful grip has tears starting to form in the corner of my eyes as fear and humiliation fill me as I understand what was about to happen. I was about to become just another one of his conquests...even being related to him. I was weak enough to be considered nothing more than a means of release. For an Elite...that was the worst sort of insult. I'd managed to displease him enough to do this to me...and I was starting to regret that I could not, would not be like him. "I...will NEVER be you," I whisper harshly, "I will NEVER sink to YOUR level, you BASTARD!"
My words have him releasing my head hard enough to keep me from fighting as he removes my pants. It takes only a few seconds for him to make pain encompass EVERY nerve of mine. I can't help screaming in pain and trying to get away from him...but I couldn't and he knew it. Every move he makes hurts worse than the one before and it's not long before I am sobbing helplessly, pleading for mercy, and wishing I was dead. All the while I have to hear his amusement, his scorn, his pleasure. It was hell. It was PURE hell.
Once he is done...his friends are next and I'm in no position to do anything but take it. The only reprieve I get is when they are finally satisifed and I am left on the bed once again bleeding and semen soaked. I manage to pull my knees to my chest while my wrists were still held captive and let out a low, strangled sound that soon becomes sobbing.
I am not sure how long I'm left crying against my knees before my door is once again opened. "Sytin..." The stunned, horrified sound of Bardock's tone tells me that he was infinitely more disgusted at the situation and I was pretty sure that he had to be disgusted with ME. How could I be WEAK enough to allow THIS to be done to me...and by my own BROTHER?
"G-go...away," I whisper harshly, "Go away, Bardock."
"You need to be seen to, Sytin."
"I'm fine!"
"No, kiddo," he says gently as he steps to the bed, "You are far from alright."
I look at him and feel no better at the expression of horror that comes from my gaze meeting his. "I-I...don't need YOUR help," I tell him harshly, "So, if you don't mind, Low Class, remove yourself from my room." I never used that derogatory way to talk about a Saiyan lower ranked then myself because it was petty and unnecessary. I watch him flinch a moment at the harshness of my tone before his eyes soften.
"Sytin," he says gently as he undoes the restraints, "You need my help. You're bleeding both physically and emotionally. I am not leaving you alone like this."
"You can't help," I tell him curtly.
"You don't know that."
"I was just my BROTHER'S BITCH!" I explode at him, "REALLY? As BAD as he is to you...you aren't RELATED to HIM!" I feel more tears well up at this.
Bardock surprises me yet again as he pulls me to him even with me being bloody and covered in semen cradling me to his chest. I can't help clutching him sobbing helplessly. "You're right," he says quietly as he strokes my hair and lets me cry, "You're absolutely right. I am NOT related to him...but I do know how it feels to be used against one's will. I KNOW, Sytin. I am just...I am sorry that this happens at all...that he thinks he has the right to treat anyone ESPECIALLY his blood like this. You should NOT be learning about sex like this. You are too young to be THIS jaded."
I can't help curling into him craving the comfort he offered. I was just pretty sure that my brother was going to make us BOTH pay for this later. Bardock sits on the bed and rocks me slowly and I can't help that my pain and anguish pushes me towards unconsciousness. The world around me ceases to be.
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