She felt him, at her gate, so hard, so big. So impossibly big.
Pressing against it. Harder, and harder.
"No. No..."
She squirmed, but her legs were too spread, her balance too
precarious, and his hold on her hips was too strong.
"It's... too big. Too big!"
"Yes. Just as you need it. Just as you want it."
She looked back at him, pale. "I-I can't. I just can't..."
"Nonsense. You're tight, but you're more than wet enough."
"No-NO!"
"Can you deny how wet you are? Can you?"
"I CAN'T!"
"Of course you can't deny it! You're dripping with need!"
"NO! I didn't mean that! I meant-I just can't-I couldn't-!"
"Don't worry. It will just hurt... every single second."
"Don't-!"
"And you will love it every single one."
"You'll kill me. You'll tear me apart with that thing."
He grinned. "But you will come before that. Many times."
"No!"
He seized her hips firmly, and began to push in place, harder and harder.
She gritted her teeth. "You will pay for this. I swear. You will."
His only reply now was a loud grunt.
Sue gasped, rising to the balls of her feet, her back arched, her legs
stretched, trembling. Her eyes closed tightly, grimacing.
"Ah... You... you... Ow... No, no... I'll... Oh, I-I.."
"Fuck! You're so TIGHT!"
Her head arched back, mouth wide open. "No... Ow-OW-! NO-!"
It couldn't. She couldn't. She just couldn't. Couldn't. Couldn't be. Couldn't be so... so...
"NO-OH-OOOH-OOW-!"
"Sire, please excuse me."
Dorrek jumped back, away from her, startled by the interruption. "WHAT? WHO-?"
"You were not answering, Sire."
Susan slumped weakly, held up by the chains, gasping with shock and
disbelief and much more at her sudden reprieve. Much more.
Dorrek turned towards the figures standing before the room's exit.
"YOU? HOW DARE YOU-?"
"My apologies, Sire." The Super-Skrull bowed formally, as did the
Skrull guards behind him. "I know the orders were to not be disturbed, but-"
"YES! I SAID THAT! I SAID THAT LOUD AND CLEAR! WHY CAN'T ANY OF YOU OBEY AS YOU SHOULD?"
"The lack of any answer to the communicator was a source of concern.
There could have been a-"
"THERE WAS NOTHING! NOTHING HAPPENED! NOT YET! DAMN IT! WHY CAN'T YOU FUCKERS STOP INTERRUPTING?"
"The emperor's presence is urgently needed. There are certain... serious complications."
"I AM BUSY! I AM FUCKING BUSY! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT?"
Susan noticed Kl'rt glance at her, and she blushed. Was that disapproval
she saw in his eyes? Or something else? But the tears of anger and
shame she fought to keep back made her sight cloudy.
"Sire, many of the more infirm nobles were trampled during the
panic at the event. Some did not manage to.... make it through."
"Good riddance! Too many parasites in this court if you ask me!"
"Their families are demanding immediate answers. To placate them,
at least some symbolic gestures will be-"
"So what do I have staff for? Let them handle it!"
"Under the circumstances, the presence of the emperor is the only-"
"Can't ANYONE do ANYTHING here without me holding their hands?"
"Many formal complaints are lodged already. The economic compensations
being demanded are in the highest figures. And the rim warlords-"
"FUCK THE RIM WARLORDS! I have better things to do!"
He gestured towards the bound Earth-woman. "I have HER to do, damn it!"
Susan looked down, blushing fiercely, angry and disturbed.
"If the emperor cannot allocate the time, perhaps... the Empress may get to handle the matter."
Dorrek tensed. His eyes narrowed.
"Oh, the bitch would love that. She truly would."
He shook his head slowly.
"No, no. Cannot have that. Not at all."
He picked up his clothes and hastily put them on.
"I must get to it, before the crazy bitch gets any shit stirred.
She may have started tampering already. Why didn't you get me sooner?"
"My apologies, Sire."
"Damn useless, all of you." Already dressed, Dorrek returned to Susan,
and placed his hand on her closest cheek, then it rose up her hip, side,
shoulder and neck, ending brushing softly her face.
"Don't worry, my dear. I will be back. Soon. For you."
He grabbed her chin.
"We are barely starting, really."
His face approached hers. His grip kept her from turning away in
refusal.
Would he do it now? Would he kiss her? Fully at last? Before the Super-Skrull?
Why did that make it seem worse somehow?
"My liege, they are waiting."
Dorrek turned to the Super-Skrull, his eyes cold.
"You keep interrupting, Kl'rt. Again and again. Why is that?"
To Susan's relief, Dorrek released her face.
"Are you jealous? Jealous of my having this strong, desirable female
under my power, under my will, she who you could never defeat before?
Are you?"
Kl'rt stood still for a moment, his eyes narrowed.
"Do you wish you were in my place, Kl'rt? DO YOU?"
Lowering his eyes, Kl'rt went down to one knee, and bowed, low, subserviently.
"Of course you do, but you can't." Dorrek pointed with one finger.
"You'd better remember, and remember well, that I will be the one who
tames her, masters her. She will yield to me, and me alone.
For a reason. And which one is it?"
Kl'rt did not look up. "You are our Lord Emperor."
"Exactly. Do not forget that."
The Super-Skrull stood, and retreated towards the exit, his head still lowered.
Dorrek stepped back towards Susan, shrugging.
"You see, you must always show them their place. Always."
He abruptly grabbed Susan's hair, and roughly pulled her face to his,
meeting her mouth with his.
Her eyes grew wide open, her protests muffled by his mouth, his tongue,
as he kissed her forcefully, aggressively.
The chains shook and clanged as she struggled against her bonds, her
whole body tensing and twisting ineffectually, unable to escape, and
unable to break away from the contact with his mouth, his lips, his
tongue.
Seconds turned to minutes, and the forceful kiss went on, and on, slow
but unrelenting, growing longer and more insistent, more demanding and
overpowering. And Susan's fruitless resistance gradually weakened and
subsided.
Her limbs loosened, the tension fading, and her weight slowly fell
forward, towards him, against him.
Her brow relaxed, and her eyes closed.
After several moments of near limpness, her legs slowly stretched and
pushed forward, alternating, one after the other, her knees buckled
as she shifted her weight from side to side, hips swaying, then pushing
firmly forward, while her torso also arched, first gently, then less so,
and her head tilted from side to side, slowly but continuously, her
body shyly swaying to match his motions. Dorrek's motions.
As he kissed her. As they kissed.
Finally, Dorrek released her hair and stepped back, breaking the kiss,
and Susan again fell forward, gasping for breath, her mouth's parted
lips subtly quivering.
Dorrek licked all about his wide smile. "That is to keep you warm and
ready, my dear. Ready and waiting. Waiting for me."
Her whole body also trembled, hanging from the chains, and she quickly
looked away from Dorrek. By the door, the Super-Skrull stood impassive.
He had watched, watched Dorrek kissing her, Dorrek and her kissing...
Why did this trouble her even more than what had already happened?
What did she...?
She glanced back at the emperor, full of anger and shame. "You-! You..."
But her voiced failed, at loss for words.
What should she say? What could she say?
Dorrek picked up the cylinder on the floor. His thumb pressed the activation stud.
"And this... is to remind you, too, of your place."
The neuronic whip's plasma arc struck her buttocks, once, then twice.
She shook violently with each strike, crying out loudly.
Dorrek bared his teeth in a snarl-like smile, enjoying the sight of her.
"Ah... You look so beautiful, my darling, so fair and luscious and
helpless, trembling so fetchingly with pain, just like you trembled
against me, so, so deliciously... Oh, I have so much in store for you,
my beauty. And you have so much to learn. So much."
The whip's plasma arc faded, and Dorrek casually threw the device onto
a nearby couch, before going for the exit, not looking back.
"Don't go anywhere."
Sweat fell from Susan's brow to the floor.
She had to catch her breath. She had to gather her wits.
Pain echoed throughout her body. Her rear and upper legs smarted.
Just standing up was an effort. But that was the least of it.
Dorrek had been right, at least on this.
Painful as the unexpected lashing had been, the whip was the least she
should fear now. It had become the lesser danger, the lesser threat,
compared to what now loomed larger in her mind. Much larger. So
much larger.
The whip was just more foreplay, really.
He was the threat. Dorrek. He was the biggest danger to her now.
Perhaps the biggest personal threat she had known. Biggest by far.
She shifted nervously at that wording.
Sue was no stranger to bondage, to being held captive and threatened
by an enemy, and she had known many beings much mightier than Dorrek
in all ways, from Doom to Galactus, or even the Super-Skrull himself.
But never had she feared from them what she now feared from this vile,
cruel, stunted fiend, who disgusted her so much, really disgusted her
so much. And that just made it worse. Made it all much worse.
Soon, he would return, return to her. And he would start anew, with her.
He had said that he, that they, had barely started.
She trembled to even think of it.
How much more could she take? Of that? Of all that?
What if it was just too much? Too much for her? Too much to endure?
To take? Too much to be safe? In every way?
What if he was also proven right about... more?
She cursed, at length, between gritted teeth.
It could not be. She could not. She dare not.
But what else could she do? How else could she still strive to keep
her loved ones alive? She had to accept and endure Dorrek's demands,
and hope to find a way to work something out of it, some reprieve,
some way out. Anything.
What other choice was there?
She had to. Just had to.
Even if she was afraid to just think about it, to merely contemplate it,
to think of him, and her, and it... Of it... happening.
She had to bear it, to take it, as long as she could, as much as
she could. Of it. Of him. Of Dorrek.
All of him.
She bit her lower lip.
Could she really?
Could she really dare? Dare to... try? Dare to... want to?
Could she?