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His Sister The Keeper	By : TimedWatcher Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He excised some ki to come to a full stop.
Not one square inch. Not one square inch was free of Eighteen's influence.
Flattened, destroyed, shot up.
He couldn't believe the state of the city.
Yet at the same time, nothing had changed.
He descended down, landing on a jutting out piece of metal. His hand rested on the exposed and weathered frame, looking unsturdy with it's various bending ways. He put some of his weight on the skeleton girder, expecting for it to creak back, but there were only high winds howling into the distance, luring his vision forward. He could feel it in his clothes, on his skin, a dryness that could probably cut paper skin. It felt like he was standing in the mouth of a sleeping giant.
Toppled.
Everything was toppled.
Some buildings still had their remains, but others were like grey powdered anthills with nothing even representing a facsimile of what it used to be. He could see through the rooftops of one, a webbing of steel rebar criss crossed and hadn't fully crumbled along with the rest of it, and as he looked in, dust blew through an empty looking mall as everything not nailed down had been raided. Even some of the nailed down stuff too, a kicked over drinking fountain being stripped of most of its metal. He was happy to be in the sky, flying over everything. Maybe not happy exactly. He just preferred that he didn't have to deal with the crumbling infrastructure. Getting through all this on foot would take him weeks, maybe months.
He tested his balance on the twisted angular bridge to nowhere, his right foot dangling over it all, sweeping over the destruction.
He felt like people were down there... suffering. Yet what could he do? He had nothing on him, but part of him would even understand scavengers robbing him even if he as so much set his foot among them. If there were remnants of humanity still struggling, having to deal with all this, he couldn't imagine it. He realised how lucky he was having these powers.
The distance was protection.
He saw a floor beneath his step as he began imagining it all reforming back together, straightening out, it's fallen chunks leaping back and taking their place, sealing him into an office with reinforced glass.
The distance was like he was in another world.
Then he saw that there was no surface beneath his shoe.
He wondered if he could force himself to fall, or would his powers kick in at the last second?
There was some beauty in this dismal view of sinking civilzation that was trapped in time. He had a genuine interest in knowing what 18 thought about seeing this. Was she really proud of what she had done? Or... was she was so above them, that destroying their world didn't even satisfy her in that way and the people were just ants to her?
Was it even worse than her imagining people as ants? That there was some sick psycho thrill in destroying beings that were clearly more complex than bugs?
He wasn't reveling in it.
It just drove his resolve to finally end all this.
Bulma would tell him exactly what to do.
Bulma would show him how.
Bulma would lo-
He shook his head, recharging himself as he blasted off.
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Child soldiers of all ages, orphaned by the genocides and trained in the underground dojo, stood together in a mass, before launching themselves at the Android. They tried martial arts, energy blasts. Anything.
Areas of the city lifted in bright lights of burning energy with the power of a mini-nuke behind each and every one, and where a group once stood, was now nothing but decimation. In all the commotion and destruction, his energy blast was the one that caught the android off guard, luring him into the trap. "You are so dead, kid."
More than fleet of foot, he zoomed past storefronts without any glass to shatter and recently created sunken pits from the Android's attacks. It felt like there was a gun to the back of his head, and even stopping for a moment would mean his death. Through the first floor of a building in progress of falling over, he was able to slip up to the second before getting through a window, only barely coming out unscathed on the other side as it broke into several pieces, his target destination finally in sight.
In an alleyway, he bounced off the deadend brickwall like a pinball, landing with his hands in front of his face. "SOLAR FLARE!" When he did it, all he could see was a bit of black materializing in a wavy fashion, but 17's angled flight came to a stop, now fully visible to him in the flesh, so to speak. He was beyond fast -- but he got him. Light bled out into the street from the nestled pair of buildings like a camera flash snapshotting the black haired Android, making him go from pure rage to grasping confusion. 17 swung around blind, swearing under his breath while wobbling towards him. "Now Trunks!"
Trunks didn't hold back, the energy nearly destroying him along with 17, as he watched the mechanical man evaporate into nothing.
Trunks stood firm and weightless above like a superhero, his combined wrists still smoking with the burn of expunged ki. He darted up into the air to join Trunks, wanting to be beside his teacher in a moment of triumph, looking around the field of wrecked buildings and cars, trying to find someone to celebrate with that wasn't his elder - but by that point, all his peers were dead -- but it didn't matter, he had accomplished one half of his goal.
They took off together. "Trunks! We did it! We got 17!" His excitement died quickly. "But where's 18?"
"I... I don't know." Trunks looked like he had failed, but his voice played it down. "I lost sight of her."
"What!?" He stumbled in his flight. "Then what do we do now!?"
Trunks stopped his energy, floating in midair. "You should head back." Trunks' arm gestured to the city. "She's still out there, and she's got to be dealt with." Trunks' balled fist tightened, his knuckles white.
His disbelief was obvious to Trunks. Confused, he turned his head over his shoulder to some more wreckage in the city skyline. "No way, I can't leave you to deal with her alone. I can still help."
Talking like that made them sitting ducks, as they were sent to the ground with two kicks to their backs -- the speed of Eighteen seemingly teleporting her from Trunks then to him in a way he couldn't even comprehend. They each impacted into the road, cratering the ground separately.
One kick... one kick from her did all that.
But he couldn't just... lie down and die...
HRGFUK
He spat on his teeth, mouth drenched in blood.
He didn't want to seem like a pussy, so he tried his best to ignore the pain so he could help Trunks. He had to. This wasn't training anymore where he could just tap out and say 'uncle'.
This was it.
Trunks was the first to pick himself up from the rubble, but as he followed his teacher's example looking up to see where she was coming from, a fist ripped through Trunks' chest. Before he could even scream, her arm extended through Trunks' viscera like it was a hand rising from the grave. He tried to confront her, the sight of Trunks' blood scaring him - the saiyan had never been so mortal - but he couldn't stop it from clasping to his own throat. He watched Trunks slowly die, like a stuck pig, all while he was holding on for dear life on the same hook. His legs flailed, forcefully risen above the ground he had been standing on. He felt like he was losing his last shred of oxygen, expecting his windpipe to be crushed any second, a seemingly far more peaceful way to go than what had just happened to Trunks -- but what surprised him, was that it didn't even seem like Eighteen enjoyed watching Trunks squirm on the vine, her features almost neutral to the whole thing.
Even in his throat crunchiest moment, he fought desperately to try and save him. With both his hands wrapped around her wrist, the thing was beyond steel - unbendable, unchangable. Trunks was gonna die no matter what he did. He wasn't even gonna delay it by a millisecond.
This was the man who taught him everything...
The man was basically his...
Trunks' golden hair lost it's luster, going back to it's usual color -- an underlying paleness to it now. Same went for his hollow, husk of a face. This was not the Trunks he knew. This was a dead thing that looked kind of like him.
She dislodged her arm from Trunks, before discarding his lifeless body with ease, a violent gushing spurt as he landed with a meaty thud. "Had to make sure he was dead..." She flicked her wet arm, a splatter staining Trunks corpse even further than he already had been. Her eyes then registered on him, her nose downward. "So we could have our fun in peace."
He took on a fighting stance, as his pathetic threat came with no obvious backing. "If I killed your brother, I can... I CAN KILL YOU TOO!"
She got real smug looking, bristling some of her hair, as her eyes sliced down. "That was a fluke, kid, and you know it."
She was right, but he was like a desperate dog backed into a corner. He might have been capable of anything.
Eighteen didn't see it that way.
He rushed her down, throwing a flurry of punches and kicks at her, which she deflected or dodged with ease. Still, in his mind, he was sure he would find the defensive weakpoint.
She backhanded him.
Yet not in the way he expected.
His head didn't fly off, nor did he crash land anywhere. It still had power though, pulling back, as it still left it's mark on his face. He held the smarting part of his cheek, his right eye closed.
"I know you can fly." Android 18 said flatly without blinking. "So why don't you? Make this more fun for me."
He wanted to say awful, terrible things to her. Things that not even Trunks himself would have said about the androids. "..."
His energy charged before he took off.
She would catch him. There was nothing he could do. She would catch him. There was nothing he could do.
Those were the words that repeated endlessly in his head, yet with his fists flung forward, he powered on, the terrain changing from destroyed greys, to widening blues, to now, a vast green. It didn't even register to him that what he was seeing was an island, all a blur until she reappeared, swimming in front of him on her elbows, a graceful flight, yet so much faster than him. Before he could admire the environment, he shot off an energy blast.
She phased in and out of reality, standing in midair, arms folded.
Closer to him.
He tried again, burning off a lot more balls in rapid succession.
18 faded in again, but like a dancer, she swiftly dodged them with her wrists at her side, her feet thrown back.
Closer again.
Her palm piefaced him, and in a moment that felt like his neck was gonna snap from sheer velocity, her fingers and nails snuggled deep in his face and just below his hairline - she traveled downwards with him. The clouds above passed by through her clawed grip like a movie on fast forward. His spine collided with the side of a mountain, but Eighteen didn't stop there, as she kept pushing him against the rock wall that crumbled under his durability and her strength, though the former wasn't gonna last long.
18 then ripped him from the man shaped digsite she had started, before whipping him back and tossing him. She must have broken the sound barrier using his body as a projectile, because it was like a gunshot went off. The shotput was quick, but he was still barely able to enact some of his energy reserves to prevent bone breakage... or becoming mist. Denting the tall grass was at least softer compared to if it had been cement, the blue sky and white clouds above a nice lasting visual companion for what he knew was coming.
What he wanted to happen.
He could feel her presence disturb the peace.
He sat up, even with the pain of a cracked rib he tried to nurse with a crossed arm. Blood trickled down his face as he tried his best to look defiant; his breath like that of a marathon runner. "Ah... ah... ah... just... get it over with..." His voice growled with venom - he had no plan other than this ending early.
With a confident and slow step, she approached him. A familiar sight to her victims, one he sometimes saw from the third person. Now he was looking at her dead on, ready to be blown apart.
18 stood over him, her legs split bow-legged. She then fell, straddling him. The Android raised her hand, and then-
Her slap stung in a way that sent him into tears - his tough facade cracked wide open, sending him into hysterics. It felt like any ki he had control over was now fleeing him, as if embarrassed by his reaction. His breaths were shallow and whiny.
Eighteen pulled back a little. She was a hard read. Maybe she expected more from him? He wasn't a soldier. He wasn't a fighter.
Even after all those years he spent training... he was just a kid...
The idea of 'sympathy' didn't even enter his mind. Not one of them has shown it to anybody.
So what was she thinking?
Standing back up, she had him by his wrist. She then wrapped his arm around her lithe and athletically strong leg, like a viper ascending, her skin tight pants hiding nothing. He felt no power or strength in it - but that was the trick of the androids. He tried to tug it back, but to no avail - her grip like iron.
She brought down her knee, and calling it a blood curdling scream wouldn't have been enough to describe it - he wailed and flailed, thinking he was already dead with the pain that shot up into his brain. A searing intensity that was blinding.
LET GO LET GO LET GO
He screamed both inside and out.
*CRRRRAK*
"NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" He nearly passed out.
He wanted to pass out.
Why couldn't he just die?
"Bulmgah-" His voice snapped out like gum in near silence, his body like that of a puppet with his strings cut.
He could feel himself slipping.
Maybe that was the relief he needed...
Hand in his hair, she yanked him up. Like a shot of lightning, his fear was palpable through gnashing and suctioning in blood over his gums. "AH! EHR! EH!" It was a brief and frightening moment where he thought she was gonna yank his spinal cord out of his body.
Held up by a fistful of strands, his knees on the ground being the only thing preventing a scalping, she looked down on him with pure annoyance. She didn't detest him or even hate him - he was the speedbump that ruined her day by sending her drink up in the air. He was nothing but an ant to her - but being crushed was too good for him - she needed her magnifying glass and some sun. "A pipsqueak like you being responsible for my brother's death - you should be proud." She stated with a falseness on her husky breath.
"But it was Trunks! Trunks killed your brother!" He felt like scum, but the pain was excruciating to the point where he was willing to sell out a dead man -- and he would do anything to make it stop. Unruly scraps at the dojo with his peers was nothing compared to this.
18 was about to speak, her lip's parted - but she paused, leaving him hanging as long as dramatically possible. "Trunks is dead, isn't he?" Then she half smirked. "Now you have to bear his burden as long as I'm alive."
As long as SHE'S alive!? He was gonna bleed out, or whatever happens when an arm is broken for too long...
With a fistful of his hair, she rocked him out of his slouch. "Look at me."
He was getting delirious; he was seeing something heavenly through her shining golden hair. He spent so long being afraid of her, he didn't realise she could've been a model.
Then he realised something:
This was probably the longest any single human being had been alive around her.
She could've been an urban legend with the amount of reported sightings and lack of evidence beyond her destruction, and now he was seeing her, flaws and all -- or lack thereof.
Her lips kissed. He didn't even hear her when she spit. He felt it first against his forehead. The fleck hit him searing then quickly turned cold. It was like the softest bullet ever shot.
There couldn't have been something more freeing and more evil than being able to spit on others with no repercussions -- but there was no satisfaction on her face.
He almost wanted to laugh.
He wasn't even worth spitting on...
Why couldn't she be nice?
Why couldn't she be caring?
Why couldn't she be like Bulma...
She flipped up her denim skirt and-
What the-
He was aghast.
What little he knew of girls from feeling some up in the downtime between training, he KNEW they didn't have dicks.
He knew 18 was a monster... but she had a monster cock too?
Encased in her stretchy black leggings, he traced out her imprint, mentally cutting it out. Shaped like a whale that had splashed out of the water, her balls the tail-fin, it looked painful.
He struggled harder than ever before, wincing, trying to strip his head of his own hair if he had to. He didn't even know what to do with his half the time -- so what the hell was he supposed to do with this thing!? Yet 18 always kept him level with it, always facing towards it. He just couldn't pretend to not see it. She jerked him closer. Up close and personal with it, it was like steel. It pulsed and throbbed at him through the skintight material, like a beast that wanted to escape it's prison. She pressed his nose against it, it's rigidity clear, and even a muskiness underneath the cloth, particularly as she lowered him down towards her squished looking testicles.
She stuck her thumb down the lining.
*fwump*
It sprung forward like there was somehow even more of it and almost giving him a black eye, her outline somehow not giving him the full picture with it pressed to her stomach. A mild noise of contentment escaped 18 once it was loose. She might have had a pretty and soft visage, but it didn't even come close to fixing the outright ugly and erect wedge of meat, her tennis sized balls hanging low with an unappealing sagginess.
At least it was hairless...
Like that fucking helped.
He kept up his intense staredown with her one eyed snake for as long as possible, pink and immense, cracking lightning bolts of veins that made his head swim trying to follow them as they trailed off into her pristine pubic area and taut abdominals. He began to notice miniscule angel hairs that were only made visible because of the glow of the sun, but they were so small they could be barely counted. On a girl, it might have been appealing even -- but not on her.
Oh god, it stunk! What was that smell!?
She must have been in it all day.
Eurgh...
He looked to 18 for reassurance. Her expression didn't change much, but her gaze was piercing. She gave it a shake. "Humans worship totems... this is yours, now."
There was such a sickening finality to it...
Nothing he could say or do to disagree.
Swooping the girthy arc over his features, her length acting as an eclipse, no longer able to see the clouds or sun.
He could feel it's greasy underside over the bridge of his nose and his eyelids.
"Please. I can't." His one good arm did it's best to keep him up, looking away.
His face steamed up, his tears hot; he hadn't cried like this since he was a kid. It wasn't just because she had the wrong parts -- though that still played a huge part... but what if Bulma saw him doing this? There was no way she could look at him the same way after something like this.
If he ever got out of this, he'd take it to the grave, but that didn't seem like a problem. He was starting to fade in and out. Blinks started getting longer and longer.
He meekly resisted, trying to push off from her knee.
That was a mistake.
She started with strong slaps, a backhand, a forehand, all of which left him too stupefied to really comprehend the pain, her prick wagging in every opposite direction.
He cowered from her blows, hands up. "Okay okay!"
Her tiny hand had no business having such ease of control over her mammoth trunk. Stroking it for a second, the wet foreskin peeled back, revealing the deeper hues of reds and darker pinks, a wet shlicking noise as she began guiding it toward his face. She swatted it from his forehead to his chin, a menace to her movements this time, letting him know non-verbally that she wasn't playing around anymore. He licked his lips, unsure if it would help.
His gape wasn't wide enough. His jaw practically had to distend for it to fit. The spongey head covered in a frosted murkiness grazed the roof of his mouth before resting on his tongue, melting as he polished it like an apple with his hot breaths, unable to close his mouth around it, refusing to.
The pheromones were wafting, like an onions burn. She applied a minimal amount of force to the back of his head, which only dragged the process out. He was staring down a jagged piece of wood hurtling towards his eye. He would've fought like a wild animal if he thought it would accomplish something now, but it was clear it was gonna happen regardless of anything he could do
His nose rankled as it pressed to the back of his throat, an unappealing ripeness all around. The bile in his stomach churned. The pain from his broke arm, the smell of her cock, all left him nauseated, his vision spinning.
A bubbling boil erupted from his stomach. He launched himself back. "GULGCK"
Her sweltering pink cockhead flopped from his mouth, only to then receive a solid spray of vomit across the whole of her shaft which then skid off and into her near hairless pubic area. 18 liked the quick burst of warmth at first, but once she caught on as to what it was he had just done, she didn't so much appreciate it.
He re-directed himself, a broth of watery redness and acids hitting in pitter patters.
He was... too nervous to eat today...
"UWAAAH! UWAAGH!"
As Eighteen watched him heave in the grass, she could only judge him, her lips looking soured. "Disgusting."
That's when he felt her leather brown western riding boot press into the back of his skull.
"You know, I could just step down and end it." To Eighteen, he just sounded like the usual refuse her and her brother took out.
He stopped.
He...
He wasn't sure how he felt now.
Her foot rustled the grass near his ear instead. "Of course... you know I can't do that."
He raised back up in a fling, a mess of blood, sweat and tears, still clutching his worthless arm.
"I can't believe it's just you and me-" She flicked her golden hair past her ear. "When you make yourself look so ugly sometimes... you'll be tough to put up with." Then like a psycho, she stared daggers through him. "Now clean my cock you worthless creature." The smell of his retch all over her dick nauseated him into wanting to vomit up again.
"No, I can't-" Before he could even cry, she grabbed his hair and stuffed his face into the underside of her dick.
How could she still be hard after that?
Was she just a sadist?
"Lick it clean." He tried not to hesitate this time. Tentative cat-like licks fell into the wrinkled creases of her balls before he shifted back along the underside of the shaft, trying to show her he was playing along, trying to bring the peachy flesh color to a spitshine.
God, it was so long and thick. It was like using a toothbrush on a tank.
She began humping forward, forcing kisses against his lips with it, stamping him with sticky smears.
It started slow. "Chup chup, slurp, slurp-" Only a couple inches. He even tongued it a little.
He could get through this.
Then she forced it into the back of his throat, he looked up to 18, her blue eyes meeting his.
She gagged him and closed off his airway. "AHL-AHRL-GLLP" He tapped on her thigh, hoping for release.
"You should choke yourself out on me while you still can." She grinned. "Because you're not gonna like what I'm gonna do to you next."
18 then began vigorously ramrodding his mouth, her ass cheeks jiggling inside the stretched material. "GLRK - CHRK - GLUK" He didn't know where his tears began and where his spit ended. Her chokes practically forcing loogies out of him as he drenched her girthiness and made it a mess. "BLRGH-!" As he gagged and choked, her sweaty sack landed and then dragged off his chin before knocking again. New interconnecting gobby spit lines linking them together were quickly broken and reformed
Despite what she had done, she wasn't even worked up.
"There are things I'm gonna do to you that'll make you pray for death." She spoke through clenched teeth, her eyes wide and wild, a burning passion to inflict pain. *CHK CHK CHK* Her consistent rhythm using and abusing his face. His eyes watered, lashes flecking out with every blink, as she scraped and beat his tonsils. He turned her cock swampy with his saliva, rivulets of which shuffled down her mighty member to moisten her glistening ballsack, before dropping like webs down to the grass.
*SPLT*
There was a suctiony noise of skin as his misaligned face had her tool landing in the corner of his inner cheek.
18 pulled it out, trailing saliva lines dragging out with it. "Aw gaw-" Free for a moment, his sloppy mouth couldn't even form words before she slipped it back in, 18's tip popping the bubble forming over his lips as she fucked his face.
"SHLORP" "SLUK SLUK"
The thing was grotesque and tasted worse. How could someone like this?
"I should remove all your teeth and have you serve me as my slave doing nothing but this -- you'd love that wouldn't you?"
Waterfalls from both eyes with a fully wedged open mouth.
She could that... she could really do that to him... and there'd be nothing he could do...
The iron taste of his own blood was completely obscured by the awful, stinking, wretched taste of this meaty cock of hers as it breezed past his teeth like they couldn't hurt her
"That's right... all you'll live for... is... sucking... my... cock..." She spoke with a breathiness, all hot and bothered, her thrusts slowing, each with a bigger and more violent pointed hit than the last, her chin rolling back and forth, the skin on her neck straining. "Uuuuhn~" A restrained moan left 18, as if she herself was caught off guard by the sudden release. His face splashed as she clenched his head with both hands, refusing to let go.
He fishlipped for air around the base of her shaft, wincing into her navel. With his mouth still firmly wrapped around her member, he could feel everytime it twitched inside his throat; a greasy sliminess running down his gullet.
With her red hot rod now sensitive, she tugged it from his lips with a *POP*, a last minute spurt across his face wiped like a white scar across his features, but he still went to work, rushing to the grass. "PTUCH - TOOH" He tried to get it out as quickly as he could but he was snatched again.
She wagged a finger back and forth. "Ah ah ah." She bit into every consonant. "Swallow. Every. Drop." Her cold delivery turning his features sour
The salty discharge unlike anything he had ever tasted, made worse even worse in his mind because of the source.
But he was gonna have to, wasn't he?
He gave it one solid gulp.
He cringed, struggling as he fell forward, forehead nearly in the dirt, hands on his knees. He heaved out his distress in an attempted retch, bawling instead. He reached up, his hand trying to grab anything on her; her hair, the collar of her clothes, anything - but he was too blinded with his own blood to see where he was reaching.
"There!" His hand wilted. "Please... please, no more. I beg you."
She moved aside.
He thought he was in the clear for a split second.
She seemed unimpressed, turning her nose up at him. "Don't touch me. You'll ruin my clothes." She wiped her dirty hands off on his clothing with a dismissive attitude. "Disgusting."
Yeah yeah fine, one last insult was fine with him, he just needed to get away and regroup. He'd just need to get back into contact with-
HRK
Eighteen tossed him over her shoulder like he was yesterday's garbage, and the way her small framed body could carry him so easily was like a joke. All that physical training... for what?
18 moved like she was on a runway, and with a disregarding flick of her wrist, a tree sliced, tilting back before careening.
She then let him go, and by let him go, he meant tossed over the freshly created stump.
With his ruined arm, covered in blood that made him slippery and a body covered in bruises that hollowed out his nerves, he felt like a great soft jelly thing, unable to move, despite his attempts to.
She knelt down beside him gracefully, wrists thrown out like wings at her sides. "Considering your age... am I-" Her index finger and long nail scratched off her chin, now pointing to him, her other fingers partially curled in. "-going to be your first?"
No... no... he didn't even think of that...
She splashed her hand on her chest, a mocking tone. "I'm honored..."
Please God... stop this... do something... anything...
She stripped his bottom bare in one swift motion.
Squatting over him, he felt her chase down his wrinkle like a target. He held his breath, elbow dug in. The wet squirminess felt like her whole fist was trying to get inside of him. Her legs spread out into a V, as she pinned him down with her pelvis. With a hand around the base of her cock and her hand on his shoulder, 18 raped him forward, and while he tried his best to slip away from her, it was no use, she had him.
"GAH!" His eyes bulged, the breath sucked out of him. He shuddered and shook at his first few inches, still unbelieving this was really happening, her fat knobend slithering through his defenses. He clenched on instinct, trying to keep her out, which was a big mistake, as it only seemed to encourage her.
He gasped with shock as he attempted again to get away, but she quickly adjusted her grip, taking hold of his hips and bringing him back into herself. "My god you're tight." 18 strained trying to feed her fat cock into his virginal hole, strands of golden hair falling over her forehead in curved C's and straight strands.
Her full circumference and diameter all encompassing to his system the pain of being stretched out. She gave him quick humps that turned into firmer ones that scraped his insides, opening him further.
Looking quite proud of herself with a half-smirk, Eighteen wasn't really sure which rated higher in her mind: How it felt to be inside him or how much pain it was causing him.
Maybe she just liked both, afterall, he was her first as well.
Killing was easy, and up to that point, she didn't really deem something like this necessary -- but her rage took Trunks a little too early, and this worm needed a little something-
MPH
Extra...
She punctuated her internal thought with a couple of more inches down his guts, which got a yipe out of him.
With each thrust jolting him forward, his ribs scraped and banged against the surface with every attempt he tried to rise or hold himself stern against the tide of her. He wheezed like a zombie as she bore down on him, reminding him just how sore his broken rib was. "HOOFF - HHOOF - HHRNMPH - HUHHHNNN"
Nothing took him out of his situation, every thrust from her bringing him back into it.
He couldn't even imagine that it was Bulma doing this to him.
She couldn't have one of these things... right?
He openly wept a murmuring that bled into slightly louder howls that was only stifled in bursts whenever she delivered her length. Yet she didn't look even the least bit bothered by it, even looking quite relaxed while sitting atop him as she dished out the pain.
But he was starting to get used to it, squinting at the feeling of her girth instead of gritting his teeth. "Ah, ffffuaaaack." He whined.
She almost slipped it out entirely before she pumped back into him, bottoming out entirely inside him.
*plomp*
It made his thighs shake and toes curl, but more than that, his legs tried to wrap around her. Eighteen was surprised. "You like that? Heh... you really are human trash. Ungh, ungh, ungh..." Her unrelenting pace picked up, as if to remind him that he shouldn't have been enjoying this. "Nnnmph, mmph, nnnnnmm-" Eighteen's whole body flexed, her musculature sweating underneath her clothes as her slobbery nutsack beat his pathetic genitals into submission.
*pap pap pwap*
"Agh! Aghuhuhuhuhuh, nooooo, please stop!" His wavering voice cried.
Her pounding got faster and faster, and she stopped worrying about how she'd be perceived, making all sorts of haughty faces, her lower lip curling over, her teeth gnashing, the lines in her throat cinching up as her golden hair swished against her face like a drawing curtain and loving the look of her hardness spearing him in half. "Oh yeah! You're mine! You're mine!" With one punch into him, she began jettisoning her seed all along his inner walls. "HRN-Auuuuuurrrrgh!" Though she didn't shout or scream her orgasm, it still travelled with a commanding presence in his ear and through his body, while firing wad after wad deep inside him.
The closest someone had ever been with him, and the most violated he had ever felt. He shivered as her hand clamped, making sure he didn't go anywhere. He had some idea of what she was doing considering the blowjob he had given her, but her stick acted as a cork, and it was like she was filling him to the brim, the sensation of warm frothy build up painting over how sore she had just made it with her kidney scraper. He felt full, but not in the food kinda way; a sloshing nastiness that ate him from the inside.
She almost didn't even want to leave him, especially as his ring clung around her rod as she fed him more and more of her load. Standing up, he was still so tight that she nearly pried him off the stump while trying to pull out of him. Her penis and testicles glued to her inner thigh before peeling off, now drooping slightly after being satisfied twice. His gape swallowed shut as soon as she retrieved herself, but not all the way, the damage she dealt him permanent. He lay twisted, zig zagged over the stump, his cheeks overlaid, her seed spilling out like pearls.
18 tried to piece back her decency, touching up her hair and pulling up the leggings; she felt a wet spot on the interior that quickly began leaking onto the otherside.
She pressed her finger into it, playing with the stickiness, rubbing it around on her fingers.
Going back to her murderously stoic self didn't feel right.
'What a rush...'
She had almost considered becoming a celibate for fear of humiliation or even reprisal if her brother saw her with this between her legs.
Maybe he'd understand...
But maybe... things are better this way...
Here... alone... with her new plaything...
The pain she left behind was starting to become less raw and was just numbness now. Drooling with his eyes rolled into the back of his head, near comatose, he pictured himself falling down a blackhole. It took him to another world... another Earth... where the Androids didn't exist...
Squeezing his asshole took him out of that fantasy, as he felt the cascade of her sperm down his thigh before dripping off him, leaving the trail cold.
Yet... despite what 18 had just done to him, there was a rage building now as his humiliation subsided. Going from a whimper, he snarled; teeth out like a dog's, his bloodshot eyes refusing to blink.
"You fucking freaAak!" His voice cracked, his view of her doubling and tripling.
Seeming barely lucid and fighting to keep his head up, Eighteen just glowered at him.
He was kicked in his side with sheer bone breaking force. His perpsective rolled topsy turvy, his mangled body ripping up grass as he tumbled violently. He had the trajectory of a barrel going downhill, but more fast and more violent. The fingers of his working hand jabbed and stuck, ripping up clumps, but never managing to help him stop.
His clothes shred, his skin abraised and tore.
*KRSH KRR*
He went into an instant daze, before he flew away against his will from the scene; his body had hit a tree, cutting it down with the power of the g-forces she sent him on.
His brain rattled, his chin and face smashing down.
He couldn't believe he was still alive.
"Ah! Ah gaaaawd!" His attempt to wrench himself upright and standing failing utterly, his side too tenderized and bruised to put any weight on.
He just wanted to ball up and...
"Kid, are you okay!?" An old man emerged from a nearby cabin, toting a shotgun. "What happened!?"
"No. Agh... guh... stop. You gotta get the hell out of here!" That was the last bit of energy he had. His head dropped, neck no longer able to support it.
He racked it. "Stay away from that boy!"
"Go back inside." He blubbered out, spitting over his face, trickles of red raining from his mouth. "Go back... inside..."
Bang.
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