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The Pain of Pleasure

~*~ Chapter 2 ~*~

Bulma stared at the opposite wall and distanced herself from the horrid taste of Frieza’s tongue in her mouth. Should she bite Frieza? Biting him would be one sure way to get him off of her however the downside was that he’d probably kill her, besides, biting him might not even have an effect. She didn’t know anything about his physical makeup. For all she knew he didn’t have nerves n his tongue and might not feel physical pain, or even worse, what if she bit him but he was so strong he didn’t even feel it? She’d look like a total idiot then…well either that or Frieza would imagine she was starting to get into the swing of things. God forbid. Bulma closed her eyes and tried desperately to ignore the slithering tongue in her mouth. It felt as though he was licking the inside of her mouth clean…it was horrible!

Unable to take the wriggling muscle in her mouth any longer Bulma prepared to clamp her teeth down on the piece of meat. Just as her jaw was tensing to snap shut Frieza pulled his mouth away, chuckling as though he knew what she’d been planning. He slammed her hard against the wall again and proceeded to hungrily pres his mouth against her neck, his tongue flicking out over her artery – tasting her pulse. His muscled reptilian body was pressed hard against hers, allowing her to feel the icy slickness of his skin.

Hmm, probably best I didn’t bite him. Bulma lamented to herself as Frieza’s hands roamed around her body, feeling out her secret places for himself. She closed her eyes tighter and resisted the urge to scream aloud. The longer this interlude wore on the more violated she felt. It wasn’t jut that he was taking sexual advantage of her, it was how unnatural everything felt! Vegeta had at least been humanoid! But Frieza…Frieza was a far cry from even resembling something human! Bulma clenched her teeth in distaste as Frieza buried his face in her chest, a muffled moan of pleasure escaping his lips as he allowed his forked tongue to slide between the ample mounds.

With a grunt Frieza shifted his position and picked Bulma, scooping her into his arms as though she weighed no more then a feather. With a shattering tinkle of metal Frieza easily ripped the chain that bound her from the wall. His red eyes met hers for a brief second as he held the shattered end of the chain up in front of her face, teasing her. Bulma clenched her teeth, frustration taking root inside of her as she realised that he had every intention of keeping her in chains and bonds during their time together.

“Where are we going?” Bulma demanded, determined not to show any sign of the acid-like fear that was burning in her stomach. She kept her face taunt and emotionless as the snake like ice-jin dipped his head down and looked at her with amusement dancing in his hellish eyes.

“Where are we going?” He repeated, sounding as though at any minute he was going to burst into mocking laughter again. “To my chamber, where else?” His eyes turned a deeper shade of red and he licked the corner of his mouth as though remembering the taste of Bulma. “I must admit I have a rather burning need to possess you. I’m going to do things to you that are going to make any other sexual encounter you’ve ever had pale in comparison. You will be, for tonight, my consort and my whore.” His tone turned rough and a shiver of apprehension slid down Bulma’s spine like ice.

“You’re nothing but a disgusting beast!” Bulma spat, her anger bubbling uncontrollably to the surface. “You and you’re filthy little empire attacked my planet two years ago, and if you think that just because it was the saiyans that did most of your dirty work that I’ll forgive you then you’re sadly mistaken! A sexual encounter with you is more likely to glorify every other sexual encounter I’ve ever had…not make it pale in comparison.” Caught up in her emotion Bulma tried to free herself from Frieza’s iron grasp.

“Careful child, you’re playing with fire.” Frieza warned her as though she were a misbehaving child, shaking her in an effort to calm her down. His eyes were sparkling with interest despite his obvious annoyance at her behaviour. “So, you somehow survived an attack by the saiyans? Loathe as I am to admit it they are a fearful force to come up again. To have escaped from them you must be either incredibly brave or incredibly strong.”

“I’m neither.” Bulma spat, her head spinning from Frieza’s none to gentle shaking. “I escaped into space because my best friend died buying me time. Not that it mattered. I was later apprehended by a saiyan patrol despite my efforts to avoid them and it took several months for me to once against escape their clutches.” Bulma fought to keep a calm mask on her face as despite her best efforts she remembered just what had been done to her in those months with the saiyans. “I then escaped to them with my friend. We had been living in space for some time when your girlfriend Zarbon caught us.” Bulma bravely met Frieza’s eyes. “As I said, I’m not brave or strong, I’m just intelligent enough to know when to retreat.”

Frieza stared down at her, his face s unreadable as her own/ “You escaped the saiyans twice? Impressive, I must say. Well you don’t have to worry about them anymore, I eradicated the lot of them.” A shadow crossed Frieza’s face, and he bared fanged teeth briefly as an unpleasant memory danced to the forefront of his mind. “Except of course for the prince Vegeta and his party of pathetic saiyans that escaped from my clutches…” Frieza trailed off when he saw Bulma pale at the mention of Vegeta. Realisation dawn on him and he chuckled “I take it you knew the dashing prince?”

Bulma nodded still maintaining an emotional distance from the troubling memories that shadowed her past. “It was his patrol that picked us up in space. I-I spent quite a lot of time with prince Vegeta.” Bulma’s eyes closed briefly as she struggled internally with the fear. For the first time in his life Frieza felt a small stab of sympathy, which he quickly smothered. Why should he care if the saiyan prince had raped the tasty morsel that he himself was planning on ravishing? If anything he should be feeling jealous, not sympathy!

“Well don’t let it scar you.” Frieza drawled, his hand tracing elegant circled on her shoulder as he carried her towards his chamber. “I can promise you that I will do far more exotic things to you. I must say that you must be special to have lived through being the prince’s whore – he isn’t known for being gentle with his women.” Frieza looked thoughtful. “Perhaps you’ll last a little longer then the others.” With a shrug he pulled the chain tight and let Bulma tumble to the ground, preferring to drag the female behind him. He wanted to see her eyes sparkling with that indignant rage again – nothing made his blood boil hotter then a woman with spirit!

Shaken by her rough treatment, Bulma frantically tried to halt the raving sociopathic. “Look you don’t want to kill me!” She gasped. “I’m smart! I can help you! I can build weapons for you and…and do all kinds of things! I’m a genius, really!” Bulma whimpered as Frieza stopped dead in his tracks. He simply stared straight ahead for an eternity, then, slowly, he turned around and glanced down at her. He looked interested but not convinced.

“A genius?” He asked slowly, looking down at her as though he didn’t believe what she was telling him for one moment. Obviously like most men he viewed all pretty women as objects and never gave the slightest thought to them actually having any real brainpower.

“It’s true!” Bulma gasped again. “I swear! Just give me an IQ test! You’ll see! I can make really useful stuff for you…and for your Empire!” Bulma felt dirty even saying those words but she had to stop this monster before he dragged her to his chambers! She couldn’t afford to let herself become another plaything for a powerful tyrant! It didn’t matter if Frieza was acting the part of a gentleman; there was something in his eyes that was like a cold hard snake writhing beneath the surface.

Frieza glanced sceptically down at the small blue haired waif and wondered at the feeling inside him that was urging him not to hurt her. What is wrong with me? She’s nothing but a piece of meat for my enjoyment! Baring his teeth at his insidious thoughts he gripped the chain that was attached to her wrists he gave it a cruel yank, dragging the earthling to his feet and leering down at her.

“I’ll make you a deal Little One.” He told her mockingly, eyeing her body in a disconcerting manner. “Stay one night with me and if you survive I’ll have you tested. If you’re as smart as you think you are I may have you sent to the science division to get a professional opinion of your usefulness.” He caught her hopeful look and laughed, tossing his head back as the laughter burbled madly from his throat. “But don’t get your hopes up, I’m not exactly gentle.”

Bulma looked down at the floor, swallowing the fear in her throat and forcing herself not to give into the well of hopelessness inside of her. “A night of you and you’ll have me tested…” She drifted off into thought and clambered to her feet unsteadily as Frieza continued to chuckle. “I think I can deal with that.” She decided out loud.

“So we have a deal then?” Frieza looked at her slyly, his eyes glittering greedily as he awaited her reply.

Bulma nodded slowly. “We have a deal.”

Frieza’s mouth stretched into a tasteless grin and he jerked the chains, bringing Bulma into close contact with his lean body. “Of course, even if you do prove to be an asset in more ways then one I’ll still continue to use you for my own pleasure until you expire…”

“No!” Bulma cried in panic, realising too late that she had been trapped into an even worse situation then she’d been in before. “No you can’t do that! I didn’t know…” Panic seizing hold of her she threw herself at Frieza, beating her fists against his chest and trying to wrest the chain from his hands. So panic stricken was she, that she didn’t even hear the ominous whistle of air as Frieza swung his tail up and knocked Bulma form her feet.

She slammed into the wall with enough force to render her unconscious, so Bulma was not even aware as Frieza calmly resumed dragging her unconscious body down the corridor towards his chambers …

~*~

Bulma opened her eyes and blinked in disorientation. Although her vision was still a little hazy around the edges she was certain that she wasn’t n the hallway where she had been only moments before…in fact she was damned certain she wasn’t in a hallway of any kind! The room around her was obviously a bedroom; the walls were a silvered black colour and the furniture was a purple the same shade parts of Frieza’s body. The room had a sense of detachment to it, almost as though it was designed to be an impersonal place.

Struggling to roll onto her stomach, Bulma groggily grasped that she was laying on a bed made up with black silk sheets. Her coverall was long gone and she was clad only in her lacy bra and underwear that enhanced her womanly features. The chains had been taken off her wrists and in their place were two heavy silver manacles inlaid with what looked like amethysts. Judging from the uncomfortable weight around her neck she also had a silver collar on. Just like a dog. Bulma found herself thinking distastefully.

She dragged her stiff and very sore body into a sitting position. The last memory she had was of her arguing with Frieza…then there was blackness. A blackness that was even now hovering around the edges of her vision, threatening to well up again and swallow her down if she moved to suddenly.

“H-how did I get here?” She asked herself out loud.

“I put brought you here.”

Bulma gasped at the unexpected reply and slowly turned around to find Frieza sprawled gracefully in a padded purple chair, surveying her with unhidden smug satisfaction as he sipped blood red wine.

“And I must say you look ravishing. I could almost swallow you whole.” He drawled as he swung himself into a standing position with grace and began sauntering towards her, his eerie red eyes fastened to her aqua gaze as her heart began hammering in fear. “You were starting to get distressed in the hallway. Had I not knocked you out you may have put yourself into a fear induced coma.” Frieza came to a halt by the bed and sipped some more wine as though he hadn’t a care in the world. “I’ve seen it happen before.” He added almost as an afterthought.

The snake-like being swallowed more of his wine and slithered onto the bed, catching Bulma with one hand even as she attempted to wriggle away. He pulled her under him and straddled her, easily subduing her weak attempts to worm away. With a small grunt he tore off Bulma’s bra a ferocious movement and slowly dribbled some of the wine onto Bulma’s breasts. She gasped as the icy liquid followed the contours of her body and pooled in her belly button.

“Oh! Don’t…” Bulma pleaded as Frieza lowered his head and began to lap the wine form her smooth skin. She whimpered as Frieza’s tongue danced up her chest as he began to suckle at her breasts, drawing her nipples into his mouth and gently biting them. Sobbing with fear Bulma closed her eyes tightly as Frieza licked up her neck and rested his fangs against her throbbing pulse, seemingly waiting for something.

Sighing with anticipation he ran careful hands down her body, seemingly taken with the touch of her skin. “I bet your wondering exactly how I’m going do this?” He asked. Bulma nodded with wide eyes, not needing to ask what ‘it’ was.

“How are you going to…do me?” She questioned haltingly, curious despite the horror of her situation. She hadn’t seen any sexual organs on Frieza’s body so naturally she was curious as to how he planned to have intercourse with her. The horror of her immediate condition was compounded by the surrealism of her surroundings; this alone was the reason why Bulma felt strangely detached, almost numbed.

“To speak plainly, Little One, it will not be a sexual encounter such as humans and saiyans are used to. We icejins have evolved beyond such limited physical experiences, indeed we have far more pleasurable methods for our mating.” Frieza raised his upper body off Bulma, allowing her some freedom of movement. He feasted on her every feature as he spoke, taking pleasure in seeing her in the heavy silver bonds.

“Will it hurt me?” Bulma watched Frieza intently as she waited for his answer. The terror she had felt earlier ad returned to some degree. She wanted Frieza to comfort her, to assure her that what he was planning to do to her was civilised and quite pain free. She needed to hear that what Zarbon had told her was a lie…yet as she waited for his answer with bated breath and trembling limbs she knew that the answer would not be the one she longed for.

Frieza watched her for a measure of time before allowing himself to speak. “Perhaps…” His voice echoed in the screaming silence of the room. He tilted his head slightly before continuing his sentence. “…Perhaps not. It will depend upon how deeply you give yourself over to me.” His words were cryptic and his face, mannerisms and voice gave away little more. The snake-like creature watched her, apparently pleased with his riddle-like statement.

“Give myself to you?” Bulma’s confusion was evident by her rapid blinking and slight frown as she strove to understand. “W-What do you mean?” She placed hands against Frieza’s chest and slid upright, surprised when Frieza allowed her too. The icejin lord merely slightly and allowed her a greater sense of movement by sliding his body off of hers completely, realising that the time had come for him to talk Bulma into complete submission. Although he liked his ladies with spirit, it was preferable for the mating that they were compliant.

“In my culture the typical females is submissive and allows her partner total dominance.” Frieza paused and bent his head to lap a little more wine of Bulma’s chest, determined to seduce the sensuous female under him into giving in to him. “When my species fuck, the females must willingly give themselves to males physically and mentally. Failure to do this results in unimaginable pain. In some cases women have never recovered.” He paused against and looked intently at Bulma, his eyes glowing once more. “Does your species have any regenerative capabilities?”

Bulma shook her head mutely, her eyes wide with fear.

“Pity, you’ll probably end up with a few scars.” The ice-jin didn’t seem overly concerned with this prospect; in fact unless Bulma’s terrified eyes betrayed her there was a sparkle of pleasure in Frieza’s eyes at the thought of permanently marking her.

“But how do I give myself over to you? What do I have to do?” Bulma’s voice shook audibly and she felt a lonely tear slip down her cheek. She didn’t want this to happen to her! She didn’t want to be raped by this monster! To be used against her will for another beings pleasure! Frieza was describing his species’ act of mating as though it was some elaborate style of bondage and, after being in the tender care of Vegeta, the last thing she wanted to experience was more rough treatment in the bedroom. The fear was welling up inside of her again, choking her as it surged though her body and left her feeling even more weak then she’d felt before. Her life was spiralling out of control and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

“You must allow me into your mind.” Frieza ran a hand down her arm, his skin icy cold and strangely soft. “The saiyan that I had the pleasure of bedding for a period before you, allowed me into her mind and experienced all the pleasures our mating offered. Oh yes, she very much enjoyed everything I did to her…for a while.” Frieza’s black lips stretched into a garish smile. “Eventually her saiyan ride got the better of her and she tried to resist me.”

“What happened to her?” Bulma asked in a bare whisper, surprised she could still speak. Her heartbeat was thundering so loud inside of her head it was impossible for her to think straight, let alone concentrate on what Frieza was saying to her.

“Oh, she died very slowly and excruciatingly painfully.” He idly ran a finger through her hair, appearing to savour the silky texture.

“So, I have to let you take over my mind?” Bulma put a hand to her head to try to still her spinning vision, her fear was choking her again and her heartbeat was still drumming loudly in her head. She wanted this to end! She wanted all this apprehension and terror to stop!

“Yes.” Frieza smiled, flashing a glimpse of pearly fangs. “It’s quite simple, my dear. Allow me to bite your neck and through the wound I will enter your mind.” He lifted his hands to her shoulders and pulled her unresisting form closer to him. Bulma’s eyes were wide and frightened and her heartbeat could be seen fluttering in her neck. It took all of Frieza’s restraint not to sink his fangs into neck regardless of wether or not she consented and raping her mind. Part of him wanted to feel her terror as he tore her mind apart and forced her to accept his presence…oh yes he wanted to feel her fade into nothingness like the others had while he was inside of them…

“What if you turn me into a brainless zombie?” Bulma’s voice brought Frieza back to reality and he saw that Bulma had glimpsed the shifting of dark shadows in his eyes and knew he had only pain in store for her.

The blue haired earthling slipped from Frieza’s grasp and looked about the room for the nearest exit. She’d seen things in his eyes reminiscent of the darkness in Vegeta’s eyes when he was in a particular sadistic mood – it was a look that every fibre in her body flinched at. There was no way that she would allow Lord Frieza into her mind, once he was in there she might never get him out, and her mind was her last refuge from the harsh reality of her surroundings.

“Why would I do that? It would spoil my fun, and it would spoil the pleasure that bedding you will give me.” Frieza smiled ever so slightly, raising an eyebrow as though the thought of harming her had never entered his mind. He slithered back on top of her and delicately traced patterns on her luscious skin, determined to put her at ease. His soft hands circled her breasts and squeezed them slightly, enjoying his whores shocked but not entirely negative reaction.

Bulma couldn’t help but gasp as Frieza began pawing her breasts again. It took all of her inner strength to still the sea of fear that was rising steadily higher and she drew on that well of emptiness to help numb her mind as she faced the reality of the situation. She wouldn’t go willingly into Frieza’s bed, and even if she died trying to escape from his grasp at least she would still have her dignity.

“Well in that case…” Bulma seductively raised her chest towards Frieza and shyly raised her hands to his shoulders, praying that he would fall for her much practiced tease act. “I’d have to say…” She lent in closer, brushing her lips against his as she prepared to make her escape. “No!” Bulma gasped the last word and shoved Frieza from her. Taken off guard the icejin toppled to the floor and landed with a soft thud, within nanoseconds rising to his feet again and growling threateningly at Bulma as she made a desperate lunge for the door…

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A/N – I’m sorry that the second chapter took so long to re-write but I’ve been horribly busy with work, university and attempting to write The Prince’s Plan, Slave and Dark Majik. The next chapter does contain a Frieza/Bulma lemon and a rape scene (except if you’re at ff.net then you get a blank space and maybe one or two lame lines to compensate.) Hopefully everyone will be open-minded enough to accept the scene and realise that I wouldn’t have written it in if it wasn’t necessary.