New Laws

Those same cold steel fingers working Kaana kept pulling the same movements. It was definitely teasing her body and luring it closer to higher realms of pleasure, but Kaana\'s body didn\'t seem to be agreeing. Oh, it was enjoying the attention, even though she herself refused to admit it; the lubrication excreting from her teased snatch was evidence of that. But, the mechanical hands doing it wasn\'t getting her off. All the stimulation in the world would do nothing if it didn\'t feel right. It\'d been that way for Kaana with most other experiences in life. It might be the best thing for everyone else, but it Kaana wasn\'t into it, then it was useless. The metal hand might as well be doing a little finger-dance on front of her as keep going. She hoped that the stupid machine would stop soon, as it was beginning to make her clit more than a little sore. It\'d been going for over an hour; shouldn\'t it be done soon?



The door cracked open. Kaana\'s glance flicked up to it, hearing the sound overtop of the faint whirring of the machine parts of her slave-chair thing. She didn\'t know what to call the damn thing. Curiosity lit in Kaana\'s eye. Who were they sending to look her over now? A tall plume of black hair was the first thing she saw. She held back a pointless gasp as the Prince strode confidently into his room. He was wearing a black robe, and looked to be a little bit wet. Maybe he\'d gone swimming?



His steely cold black eyes stared at her for a moment, almost with a note of curiosity. His father had mentioned something about a new slave-woman, but he hadn\'t paid much attention to him. Training was the utmost importance to him, nothing else mattered. He silently stepped over to the chair, and picked up a computerized note pad attached to the side. An oblong glance at her made him take note of her overly creamy sex, and rather unamused dull expression on her face.



"What have we here, hmm?" he mused, tapping the screen of the note pad. "Kaana. Fifteen last month. You\'re young; I can\'t say that to many people. Why has father sent you here? What did you do?" he scrolled through her file, mentally noting the various details that might come in handy sooner or later. "The daughter of an old basket maker sold herself to the castle under servant-hood in order to get her father\'s medical needs looked at. How touching. I\'d let mine rot. Then again, that would make me King. Your situation would grow much more dire, seeing as no woman is allowed to live alone."



Vegeta stepped around to stand in front of her, letting her silent eyes stare at him. "I suppose my father stuck you here with me to force me into being more like him," Vegeta said, not really caring that she heard. If he ordered her to keep silent, she would have to be - unless she enjoyed the thought of her vocal chords being ripped out. "I have little choice. If the council demands to review my performance as Prince, I must prove I am capable of being a King if my father dies. That involves everything from forming laws to defending the planet, and includes my capability of taking a woman. It\'s only inevitable; I\'ll be of age within the year. So, this is how father thinks he can force me into the more saijin mindset, hmm? Making me practice my brutality on you?"



Kaana\'s eyes shifted from mild curiosity into terror. Was this the sick joke of the King, that she would trade her own life for her father\'s? Was this to be the end of her, raped and murdered by the Prince? She squirmed, fighting against the restraints. She hoped she didn\'t have to power up and start running for her life.



"Woman, will you calm down? I\'m not going to kill you, stupid wench! If I killed you, I\'d have my ass handed to me by my father! Why do you think I train every day? I will one day destroy him!" Kaana\'s lungs heaved up and down, fearful still, but her fighting stopped. Her impressions of this man from the little she\'d seen of him publicly wasn\'t the one she was getting now. He spoke carefully to cover up his real feelings, and tried hard to come off as tough and cold, like everyone else. He rolled his eyes, and hit his fist against the red button beside where the machine was previously turned on. Mercifully, the twitching fingers stopped their lengthy torture of her sex.



Vegeta\'s eyes dropped to the note pad once again, fingers scrolling through the information once again. After a moment, he stopped. A burning anger began to boil up in his spirit, and became evident on his face. "That bastard!" he exclaimed, his fist easily crushing the mechanical note into a little plastic ball. "THAT\'S why he wants to check on her in the morning!" the crumpled mass of useless computer parts was tossed aside, and that worried expression came back over Kaana\'s eyes. "That FUCKING jerk thinks he\'s won this time!"



The angry Prince\'s form flew to the door, which was forced open so hard, that it nearly came straight off the hinges. Instead, it slammed hard on the wall outside. "SERVANT!" he shouted, pointing to a woman. "GET IN HERE, AND FEED THIS WENCH!" he barked, then took off. Where, Kaana couldn\'t tell. When the servant walked in, Kaana\'s eyes lit up. Tonnkua! Luckily, someone she recognized! Tonnkua blinked, and shuffled quickly over to her, pulling off the damned steel gag that had taken over the lower half of her face.



"Kaana! What on earth did you do to piss him off? What COULD you do to piss him off for that matter?"

"I haven\'t done a thing! He was rambling about his father trying to turn him into a better Saijin, or some such thing. Then he was reading the note thing, and got as mad as you saw, shouting something about his father winning. I\'m just as confused as you are." Tonni sighed, and flopped herself down on one of the two beds a dozen feet away.



"I\'m afraid I\'m not as confused. Let me tell you a few things about our prince, as long as you\'ll never let on that you know."



"Of course. Who would I tell and live?" Tonni grinned. This one learned quickly.



"Well, he\'s never taken a bed woman for himself. He is quite in tune with the older ways of treating women nicely, but his father hates that. It\'s been an ongoing squabble between the both of them, and Vegeta usually finds his way out of having to fuck a woman. He believes that it angers the gods to do that without their consent, and a servant most certainly isn\'t a willing woman. He is like his mother far more than he is like his father, but he puts on a fake skin because he\'s prince. Listen to the message under his words; you\'ll see what I mean. You\'ll learn to communicate just the way you need to to get what you want. Only thing that would stop his father from trying to conform Vegeta would never happen. It\'s impossible. What he got upset about was because you\'re a virgin, he has to take you tonight, before his father inspects you, or he\'ll be in a heap of trouble, since you\'re now signed to him. He\'s expected to claim your virginity as a sign of acceptance of the gift from his father. If he doesn\'t, he might even be removed from heir."



Kaana said nothing; she mulled over the words Tonni spoke. It made a bit of sense, and seemed to fit with the picture of what happened just before. If she was careful, she could even help the prince prove his father wrong, and still keep the values he held in tact. Why did she even care, she wondered. Her reason for living was being healed somewhere on the planet. But, what she was supposed to do, this supposed impossibility, she needed to uncover. For now, she needed to mentally prepare herself for what Vegeta had to do to her to keep his honor and his name.



"I\'m supposed to feed you. I\'ll be back, Kaana..." Tonni said, as she left the room. Perhaps, the last thing Kaana could do with her life was settle this life-long fight between the Royals. The King was a nice enough man, but his years were getting up there. The prince was the lone heir and successor, and she was technically property of him. Maybe she could try and settle the creases. That required everything Tonni knew about the matter. She\'d ask when she got back with her food.



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The cold contact of something on her face woke her; she\'d fallen asleep. Why hadn\'t Tonni returned and woke her to feed her? Kaana opened her eyes - only to not see a thing. She jumped and squirmed as much as her sore, stuck body would let her, but it was pointless. Someone had stuck something over her eyes, probably from the damn chair that held her against the wall. She pried her lips open to protest, but they didn\'t move. That damn gag was on her once again. Her nose was the only thing left to experience the clues of what was going on, but, she couldn\'t smell a thing.



She let out a meep in her start as a hand touched her right thigh, and pushed her legs as far as they would go. Her joints bitched a little, but there wasn\'t much she could do. She shivered in fear a little; if it wasn\'t Vegeta, then whoever this was would be signing their own funeral bill. A second hand touched her neck, petting her, almost as if to console her. It reached up further, and tugged off the gag.



"Who are you?" she spoke, the second it was away from her face. "If the prince finds out, you\'ll be slaughtered! You\'d better leave before he\'s back, he\'ll be very mad! You--" the gag was placed back on. She should have known that was going to happen. Damnit all, she\'d have to power up if this kept on. The hand pulled the gag away again; this time, she opted to stay silent. That\'s what whoever this was wanted. The hand on her thigh started to move closer inward, and Kaana desperately resisted her inner fighter. She\'d get herself killed if she powered up.



"Vegeta will kill you!..." she spoke, squirming as best she could. "This is rape!..." Instantly, the hands dropped off her. The cold steel gag was dropped, and it hit her thigh before clattering onto the floor. Next, finally, the mask on her eyes was pulled off - and who she saw was unexpected. The back end of Vegeta fled the room in a huff.



"Huh?!" she exclaimed. Why did he blindfold her if all he was going to do was break her like he was supposed to do? "Vegeta!" she called out, as loud as her weak state would let her. She\'d been exhausted enough to fall asleep in such a painful position. After a tense moment waiting to see if he would return, the door opened, and he slid back in, hands over his chest, as always.



"WHAT woman?!" he barked, eyes closed. "I have better things to do than entertain the whims of a squirmy little terror-filled bed rat!"



"If I\'d KNOWN it was YOU, your majesty, I wouldn\'t\'ve reacted like that. I didn\'t mean to upset you..." she explained, carefully taking note of what exactly he said. He didn\'t want to take her if she was scared, and he was far too proud to admit it straight, hence the sharp words he used.



"I am not upset by your mewlings, wench! I could care LESS about you!" That, she noted, meant the exact opposite.



"I realize that, majesty - but my reaction surely must have made you realize that other things had to be done around the palace, right? Maybe you decided you\'d let me calm down before you came back?"



"Hmph. I merely decided I didn\'t WANT to ruin you yet. Why am I even explaining myself to you?" he replied, turning his head away from her.



"Well, if you want to, you have my permission to do it. Not that you NEED my permission; I just want you to know that I accept it\'s going to happen, and that I\'m okay with it."



Vegeta\'s eyes finally cracked open, and snapped over to her. For almost a half second, an expression of relief flashed, then was chased away by mock-irritation.



"I don\'t need your permission!" he barked, letting his black robe, which he still had on from earlier, fall to the floor. A raging hard-on stared at her, begging to be slammed into her. "I don\'t give a flying fuck what you accept or what you\'re okay with!" he stepped closer, placing his face just inches with hers, his cock brushing faintly against her open sex. She could feel his tip pressing against her clit. "And THIS is what I think about your damn acceptance! THIS is what I think about your fake readiness!"



Without another warning, Vegeta mercilessly slammed his cock hard into her tightly restrained body. Kaana shouted out in pain as he severed her virgin hood, making her bleed and sting in the pain of her broken sex. She wasn\'t quite expecting that level of pain; she had it in her head that it was just a mild burning feeling, like a gentle sting, but no; this was nowhere close to that. It hurt badly. Of course, he hadn\'t been gentle, and hadn\'t bothered being slow. At least he\'d paused to let her cry out and deal with the pain, but that only lasted half a minute before he was grinding his cock hard in and out of her, screwing her against the wall like some instinct-driven animal. He was grunting like one too; with every quick, hard, painful thrust, he was groaning like a man who\'d never been laid before. Her body would no doubt be rocking if she weren\'t tied up tightly; instead, her flesh was digging into the metal restraints each time he slammed into her. He was moving so hard and fast that her uterus was starting to hurt, along with everything else down there. A tear mounted on her cheek, and Vegeta took no notice, as his eyes were glued shut. Much more of this, she thought, as blood trickled down her ass and dripped onto the floor with her lubrication, and she would cry from the pain.



"Ugh!" he moaned, and the slight quiver from the cock within her signaled the end of the painful tryst. His figure froze as the white seed spurted into her, pasting over her pained insides as if trying to cover up what he\'d done to her. Once his orgasm faded, he swiftly pulled out of her, and slammed his hand on a button on the chair. Mercifully, it reclined back into it\'s prior chair position, and released her. She bent over herself, arms on her knees, but didn\'t get up yet - she stung too badly.



"Bathe, eat, sleep; I\'ll be back at some point. Just don\'t leave the room." he told her, picked up his robe, and left her alone once more to seethe in her lost virginity, shame, and hurt. He vanished quickly, and as soon as he was gone, Kaana started to cry. Her body shook in pain and sorrow; she had held it back for the prince\'s sake; now it was time to let it all out.



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