Thread: Dominion Over Her (BennyQ x Sketchyequine)

Each cry of pain, every howl of agony, Kordavo felt his heart race with greater excitement. Oh, she had a wonderful voice to her. He never knew that the misery of others could be so entertaining and blood rushing for him, especially this little redhead female who thought she can defy and oppose his will. She was nothing to him in that moment, no better than a plaything he might use and discard. The sounds of pain that emitted from her pretty little lips sent a shudder of pleasure running down his spine, gathering in his groin and swelling up a tremendous heat of lust. Tears were in her eyes yet Kordavo could perceive that Solstice was not broken. Not yet. He was not disappointed though that his initial exploits had been ineffective. No, rather, this was good! It gave him all the more room to experiment with. He held her second, uninjured hand between his, green eyes staring down at her as hard as emerald gemstones. Kordavo did not fear her other hand. With her stiff fingers, there was little she could do. It was deadweight and would be for some time. Still, she defied him, even with the threat of torment before her. Kordavo felt the corner of his lips quirk into a smirk. She dared him to hurt her, almost begged him to try. Oh he was willing. He did not answer her. He simply broke. One finger after the other, listening to her song of agony. He did not order her to say the word. He simply moved, in methodical fashion, onto the next finger. Snap. Snap. Crack. The valley echoed with it and her cries. Kordavo went through her four fingers and then yanked her hand up, bringing the back of her palm to his lips. He kissed it. Such a lovely tune. He complimented her. And then repeated it, snapping each one back into place. When he finished, he heaved her arm to the side like it was trash, uncaring what she did. He then grabbed her crimson locks and as he stood, dragged her up and heaved her as well, now throwing her onto her stomach and face. Cold wind now whistled through the valley gorge. Up above, the blue sky hard darkened into a twilight and twinkling stars were glimpsed. Some moved. Were those ships up above? Kordavo wondered if they were Dominion or Frandian and who had won dominance over the skies. He hoped the matter was settled soon and a rescue party was sent down. But such contests high above the atmosphere of a world could take hours, even days. Cruisers and other capital ships might slug it out with cannonades that fired shells larger than fighter craft. Weapons systems did not keep up with the strength of shielding technology. Kordavo however did not feel the cold. His blood was rushing and he was healthy and strong. His flight suit had interior thermal coating too. He could manage. He didnt know nor cared about the girl. But as she lay before him, he could see the zippers and lining that kept her own flight suit upon her body. It had to be air tight, especially if one jettisoned into the cold vacuum of space. He came down and kneltupon her, his knee coming into the small of her back, the other beside her hip. He reached for the back of her collar and dragged it, and her, upwards. His hands began to fiddle with that, releasing the maglocks and loosening her flight suit. Kordavo didnt speak. The flight suit separated right down the middle of her back, exposing her bare flesh to the cool air and his sight. He brought it down to right where his knee was, before his hands traced back up the smooth tendons of flesh and muscle of her back. Oh she was quite defined, his hands coming up and spreading her suit off of her body some more, until her shoulders were bared. His hand then followed along one arm and dragged it out of the sleeve, before he did so with her other arm, now her upper torso freed. He leaned down and planted a kiss upon her upper back. She tasted better than he imagined. Then he clamped his hand to the back of her neck. Be silent. Remember, you started this game. Kordavo mocked, recalling how she first kissed him. He shifted his knee off of her, moving to straddle the back of her thighs instead to anchor her down. His hand continued the removal of her flight suit, exposing now her lower backand her rear. It was hard not to be enticed by that part of her. Well rounded, firm, and yet feminine. He grinned and raised his hand high, before smacking it down. On my world, farmers claim their cattle and beasts by a certain method. Shame I dont have a brand about but well settle for a different sort of marking. Kordavo said, drawing the knife from his belt and putting the cold steel to her rear. She had carved her entire name on his forearm. Lucky for her, his entire name wouldnt fit on her rear. His father always lectured him to practice his calligraphy more. But father, he would say why do I need this skill if we use computers and datapads? There was a patience and an art to it. Kordavo felt almost, almost , guilty now that he hadnt practiced it more. Sorry, father. Ill make it up to you. He dug the tip of the blade into the flesh of her rear. One sharp line down, then two lines angled both up and down to the right from the center of the vertical mark. A K . Then he shifted slightly downwards of it, carving a half circle opened to the right as well. A C . Then for further injury, he traced the tip of the knife again up those cuts, adding further pressure to her open wounds, dragging it heavily and slowly. He just wanted to hear her groan and cry in pain some more. You are now the property of Kordavo Chenoweth, girl. Congratulations. All will know it now. He laughed, before fixing his hands under her shoulders, while stepping on her flight suit near her ankles. With just his strength, he yanked her right out of it, exposing her naked torso except for her bra and undergarment, to the air. He again tossed her aside like a doll and stood over her. There was a significant bulge at his groin. He got down, forced her to face away, one thick arm coming around her neck to put her in a head lock. Kordavo looked at her. Now what can we do with you next? He wondered, as his other bare hand came up and openly grasped her breast, squeezing it hard.