Thread: Dominion Over Her (BennyQ x Sketchyequine)

No, being taller and stronger is exactly what makes me superior. That was the law of life for the Dominion. The strong survived and strove through life as warriors. The weak were made to serve, to labour in the factories or till the fields or service the needs of their social betters. And that last function is how Kordavo was beginning to think this girl ought to be used. No, labouring away in some distant world was too good for her. She needed to suffer, to learn her place, to know that place was beneath a man better than she was. Kordavo didnt care that she had a knife to his neck. If he got out of this, he was going to put her in her place. The promise was made. Now all that remained was to see how foolish she was. Her words meant nothing to him, whether she spared him or not. Hed never talk, not even to give his name. Kordavo Chenoweth, son of Margrave Hiesta Chenoweth. The name carried weight within the Dominion. His father sat on the High Council, a rare democratic body to which only the highest ranking nobles were eligible for election. They ruled the Dominion and dictated the fates of billions of people. Kordavo had a legacy to uphold. Hed never talk. What happened next he was never prepared for. The girl who had every advantage over himleaned down and kissed him. Kordavo didnt move his lips, though they were slightly ajar. Their lips seemed to blend together and he nearly, nearly , melted into it. His eyelids fluttered but he willed them to stay open. The kiss caused his heart to flutter and a shiver to run down his spine, coalescing in his groin. What was this? Seduction? Mockery? He desired to take her in this style, to put her in her place as a woman, yet she seemed to one up him. She licked his lower lip and drew back, his own tongue coming to slowly trace across where she had just lapped, as if relishing the sensation. But it was over and he was left empty. And the rage flooded in twice as strong, eyes narrowing. He would show her. I promise you, girl. You will know me as your better before this is over. Still she made her demands. Still Kordavo did not answer, even when she gave him a cut across his jaw. He managed not to cry out, though it ached and throbbed miserable, blood leaking down his neck. She looked at him and he stared back, his green eyes unrelenting, unconcerned, but full of hate and fury. Kill me. I will not talk. She was stuck on her words a moment and seemed to guess his defiance. He wouldnt tell his. She was going to tell hers, in a way shed never forget. She shifted and moved atop of him and he tried to make his move but she had him down tight. She grabbed his forearm of his uninjured arm and put the knife to it. Kordavo steeled himself for what was to come. And when it happened, he hissed and growled. Pain shot through his limb and he clenched his hand so tightly his nails drew blood from his palm. He could feel each letter carved into his flesh. Solstice. That was her name Solstice. She put it into his flesh. He did his pride some justice by not screaming but his jerking and twitching was proof enough of his agony. But when it was done, he gave an agonizing chuckle. Was that it so far? His upbringing had worse episodes. A pretty namefor a pretty face. Kordavo said through clenched teeth. He made his move. Her boot was pinning down his shredded arm. With tremendous effort, he bent his wrist and grabbed the sole of her shoe. He pulled, stretching her leg and breaking the pressure her leg was putting on his arm. It broke free. And at once, he reeled back and struck her hard across the face, quick as a pouncing snake. With enough effort, it managed to dislodge him more. This time he roared, a scream that echoed in that valley, as he heaved all his might in one last ditch effort to dislodge her. And he did, throw her aside and scrambling atop of her. You miserable bitch! He roared down at her and locked his hands together, slammed them both down upon her head, which in turn slammed it back against the rock beneath. He grabbed her knife hand and disarmed her next, flinging the blade far off into the valley. That instrument would never mar his flesh again. He panted and stood up, both his arms leaking blood, his jaw leaking blood, his thigh aching and overall feeling sore and battered. In sheer, raw angry, he roared again, making his fury and agony known to any who would hear it. It echoed for some seconds after as he panted and stood above her. Then he drew his sidearm and pointed it down at her. Without hesitation, he fired. He missed. The rock next to her face smoked with a charred mark. Some strands of her wavy hair would be burned however. Now it was his turn to smile sadistically. He used his thumb to drop the charge on his blaster to low. It would barely affect the battery life. He aimed the weapon and shot her right in the gut. It would be similar to being struck by a stun baton. It would hurt but not fatally. In rapid succession, he unleashed a flurry of shots into her, into her thigh, her foot, her arm, her gut twice more, into her hip. If she tried to roll over or curl up to protect herself, it didnt help. He shot her in the butt and many times all over, until he put maybe twenty shots into her. Her flightsuit would smoke with the burn marks and her skin beneath would bruise but shed be okay. Still panting, Kordavo stalked several paces away backwards, never taking his eyes off of her. He sat down and rolled up the sleeve of his own flight suit, examining the bloody marks on his arm. Disgraceful. Solstice. He said quietly, glancing up towards her. He drew out his survival kit and pulled out the canister. Disgraceful. He used it all. More than what was needed. He drenched his arm and rubbed it in, sighing as the painful throbbing vanished. The markings would be gone in a day or two, except perhaps the worst cuts. He left his jaw alone. That might never heal. When he was done, he flung the canister at her and struck her hard in the side with it. It was useless. He stood up again and strode to her, angrily, hands clenched at his side, one grasping the blaster. He stood over her, slamming his foot down into her gut and pinning her there. He pointed the gun at her again, putting the charge to full. Now it would be death if he fired. My name, he said slowly, is Kordavo of House Chenoweth. And I now claim you as my property. He told her flatly.