Thread: Dominion Over Her (BennyQ x Sketchyequine)

The girl babbled something but Kordavo barely listened. Probably saying her last prayers. He was more concerned with her ship, examining the technology and hoping it would be compatible with his ship. How difficult could it be? She was getting furious that he was salvaging her ship. Not like she would have any use for it. Over her dead body? That wont be difficult to arrange, girl. He remarked without concern for her threat. He rolled his eyes as she meandered on. He should have just gaged her or killed her as he initially thought he would. Another reason why the Dominion ought to extend their sway over her pathetic world. They had no morals, no decorum or respectability. They were simply barbaric, talking about getting naked or any sort of man. He snorted. He watched her struggle to her feet, Kordavo finding it curious at her stubbornness to resist. She said it herself he was twice her size. Not fair at all. Yet she wanted to fight on? Beaten dogs ought to know when they were beaten. He saw her with her knife again, while he advanced on her with a length of cable. He was certain he could still disarm and truss her up, waiting for her to charge forward and try to stab him. He would use her momentum against her. What Kordavo didnt expect is that she would fling her only weapon, as far as he saw, right at him. His eyes went wide and he barely had time to shift. Perhaps that saved his life as the knife sank right into his thigh, missing the vital artery but still piercing and sending spikes of pain throughout his limb and body. He let out a cry and staggered, dropping to one knee. The leg just gave out and trying to budge it was tremendously agonizing. She rushed him. Again. Damn, she was fast. He tried to defend himself but was thrust back hard into the fuselage of the ship again. She grabbed his head and slammed it back, sending his vision spinning with dizziness for a moment. Black spots dotted his gaze as well but it was a momentary disorientation. He brought both his hands to grasp her shoulders, though he found it hard to focus and get his strength to retaliate right away. She shoved the knife into his thigh and he gasped through clenched teeth, glaring at her and blinking hard. She was so near, pressing herself to him. That excited him in ways that was quite inappropriate for the situation at hand. Now she was taunting him. Idiot girl. He was beginning to see the mistake in talking. He ought to just finish her off, the way she should be finishing him off. He did not react. He let her press to him, he let her talk, getting in his face. Kordavo just watched, trying to nurse his strength. His hands wouldnt react though. Not yet. He needed just a moment more And she seemed happy to oblige him. It was a mistake he would not be repeating now. Then she brought a second weapon down, to his manhood. She put it right to his groin, causing him to inhale sharply through his nose and twitch uncontrollably at the unfamiliar sensation. He wasnt afraid of death or battle but castration certainly had its terrors. His eyes narrowed dangerously and he knew he had to act before she made a fool out of him. She pressed it on intently. Kordavo wasnt having any of that anymore. His eyes widened and he glared at her, down below. She was so small! How was she getting the drop on him. You talk way too much. He simply growled and acted. He raised a knee, right between her legs, not with the intent to hit her in the ovaries but to actually heft her up. If she tried to stab with her knife, it would strike against his pelvis or lower abdomen, not his more vulnerable package. At the same time, his hands that had been clutching her shoulders weakly gripped with sudden fierceness and helped to heft her up more, taking her boots right off the grass. He roared and with abrupt strength, threw her right back onto the grass. The bitch was as light as a ragdoll, pitiful and empty. Just like her threats. But his werent going to be threats no more. He reached down to his thigh, gripped the knife handle, and with a roar tore it right out. It glistened crimson with his blood and he twirled it in his hand, having the blade face downwards. He leapt upon her in the next heartbeat. There wasnt much else he could do with his wounded leg. He fell heavily, one arm grabbing at her wrist that held her blade. He ignored her other unarmed hand. He forced that arm down into the grass, twisting her wrist painfully, threatening to almost break it, until she dropped her second knife. And then without warning, plunged her own blade hard into her palm. The knife would pierce through glove and flesh right into the soft earth. Not a serious injury. A little biofoam could see that healed, if he deigned to give her some later. That should hold you. He remarked and to make sure she stayed down, brought a knee up to pin that arm down by her elbow. Now he was seated upon her chest, his full weight trapping her. He reached over and took her other arm, forcing it above her head. He still had a free one and he took a moment to simply pant and compose himself. His thigh ached terrible, throbbing with misery. Never taking his green eyes off of the girl, Kordavo reached around to sling his survival kit forward, dropping it onto the grass near her. He didnt care if she watched or talked, as long as she couldnt resist. He took out the biofoam canister, unscrewed the lid, and stuck the small hose right into the knife wound in his leg. Kordavo hissed at the painful sensation as it entered into his body but the moment he pressed down on the lid, a sudden cool and numbing sensation flooded the wound. All the burning heat of pain and misery vanished and he craned his neck back a moment, sighing with relief. That took care of one problem. Kordavo glanced at her a moment. The knife was still plunged right through her hand. A sudden sadistic grin came over his lips. She wanted to make him feel misery? Two can play at that and he took hold of that blade, wiggling it about. It really does turn me on. Sorry, Im having trouble pulling this out. He taunted her back, though after a moment of torturing her, he yanked the knife out and flung it away. With no explanation, he stuck the hose of the biofoam canister into her palm and gave her the same shot, flooding her hand with a cool, numbing sensation. That flesh wound, like his own, would be as good as new in a day or two. He then slammed his hand under her jaw and squeezed it painfully, to shut her up at least. You and I, well talk later about breeding. You have a spirit in you. I like that. Men would pay handsomely for a fighter like you, for more than just being a champion in the arena. He remarked to her and released her jaw, only to give her a stinging slap for good measure. He rose slightly off of her and forced her onto her stomach next. Reaching to snatch the length of cables he had dropped, he brought it near and began to twist each of her arms painfully back behind her, wrist over wrist, and looping the cable about it. He tied it tightly and the material, used to the violence and excessiveness of war, would not break or come undone so easily. With her own material, he had bound her. And he left her there, strung up like a hog on the grass. Kordavo now could work peacefully. Staggering up, Kordavo could now look to himself. His neck was bleeding but not bad. A bit of foam handled that. He wiped his jaw and shook his head, feeling the several points of pain and bruising she had inflicted on him. That was alright, pain reminded him he was alive and what mistakes he had made to earn it. They would not happen again. Turning back to her ship, he resumed his work of salvaging it, finding the pieces he needed. Not one but two power supplies, power couplers, and the connector. Hopefully they worked on his ship. He stuck them into his survival kit and slung that over his shoulder, before finding the bloody knife she had stabbed him with, and he her, and adding that to his belt. Her second knife he took as well. He did not expect her to have a third and he did not search her. Yet. Now he was ready. Returning to the girl, he reached down and picked her up quite easily, setting her onto her own two feet. He grabbed her again by her jaw, forcing her gaze to him as he glared down at her with hard green eyes. You are now my prisoner, girl. It is only pragmatism that keeps you alive, not mercy or pity. I have no problem tossing you to the wolves or whatever other fucking creatures inhabit this shit world of yours. If I were you, Id keep your mouth shut and not give me any reason to do so, you understand me? He demanded, though he didnt release her jaw to let her speak. He just glared into her eyes, taking either acceptance or defiance from them as he saw fit. Then he shoved her off. You, walk ahead of me. Go north and then east. Try to run and Ill shot you kneecap out. Kordavo said, pushing her ahead of him and walking about three or four feet behind her, hand on his sidearm.