Chinks in the Armor

Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, it belongs to Toei Animation Co. Ltd. and was created by Akira Toriyama. However the Oc's Bakelite, Polly Atomica, Infrared and Melmac are mine as is the plot of this fan fiction. It means no harm to the awesome anime and manga! I make no money from this!.

Title Sweet 17

Rating: R for Lime, Lemon, Dom/Submission, Mild Bondage, and PWP

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An hour or so later she was sitting in front of a mahogany table in a vast kitchen. All of the appliances and fixtures seemed brand new and sterile as if they had been delivered right off the factory floor. 17 had carried her into a lavish sized vacation home near a mountain lake after having flown for at least a half hour. It turned out that the desert was only a barren waste that had been formed by the battle before.

She wondered who he had killed to inherit such a place. Judging from the piles of clothing and bags of money stashed here and there with other goods it was a sure bet it was stolen. Not a cabin but a glass fronted building with two sloping roofs, the 'chalet' looked like the playground of a bored millionaire seeking solace from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Several cars were parked in front, all of them top of the line luxury models. Past them and through the front door he had born her till they reached the sterile white kitchen. 17 had then moved over to the huge double refrigerator and torn open the door to reveal all manner of frozen dinners stacked with plates of caviar, cheese dips, and a hodgepodge of rich foods and common ones.

"I thought Androids didn't eat," she said.

"Are you shitting me? You think I'd give up eating like some lameoid, doc? I might be a superior being but who says that giving up food is something that I'd want," said 17. "Now will you shut up and find something to eat?"

"You expecting me to cook for you?" Dr. Polly Atomica asked with a frown on her attractive face. Barely thirty four, she still had pleasant looks and only a few strands of silver hair in the chestnut brown.

"I don't care what you do. I'm not cooking it, so unless you want something hot you'd better put up or shut up," 17 said as he grabbed a can of pop from one side of the fridge, and then a paper box that looked like it contained half of a pizza from some takeout place. He tossed it down on the table and began stuffing his face just like a young man in his twenties. Figures he'd still retain many of his human vestiges.

"All right then. I'll fix something and if you like you can have some too. Where's your food?"

"Look for yourself, Doc," he said. "There's all kinds of stuff in there."

She eagerly grabbed a container of frozen yogurt and tossed it onto the island. Lunchmeats and cheeses she also snatched, seeing a whole deli tray still wrapped in plastic. Hungrily she ate a few pieces and then gasped in relief. Cracking open a soda, she swigged down half of the container and leaned her back to the island. Quickly she started to make sandwiches out of the cold cuts. Despite her annoyance he reminded her of a teenaged boy without a mother figure, and perhaps the adoption of a subservient role would awaken a bit of respect.

"What do you like on your sandwich?" she asked.

"Whatever," 17 muttered through his mouthful of leftover pizza. He straightened up when he saw his captive carrying a tray of large submarine sandwiches and next to a bowl of chips. She set them down in front of him, and then he kicked a chair.

"Sit down and eat. You were the one bitching about food," 17 said, grabbing one of the large sandwiches. He thrust the pizza box toward her and she sat in the chair he nudged over. Silently they ate till she was satisfied.

"Nice place," she said quietly, still watching him demolish the pizza.

"Uh huh, so?" he mumbled. Most of it save one more slice was sitting in the opened box. She snatched a spoon from a nearby silverware drawer and dug into the half eaten container of frozen strawberry yogurt.

"Just an observation. Is this where you and your sister live when you're not… playing games?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. She sat up nervously on the edge of her chair but struggled to control her fear.

"Yeah. We gotta live somewhere, just like you or anyone else, Doc. You think we live in a cave or a lab like you used to?" 17 asked. He returned to the fridge and grabbed the tub of nacho cheese dip, and then pushed past her to open the microwave. To her surprise he filled a plate with nacho chips and dumped the cheeses overtop so he could shove them into the microwave on high.

"Makes sense I guess. Thank you for the food," she said.

"So now you're all polite and stuff. Trying to play games with me, huh?" 17 asked, turning around to regard her with those crystalline blue eyes.

"Maybe? You said you were bored, didn't you?" Dr. Atomica said, wondering why she wasn't sobbing in fear as the powerful being stood only feet from her.

"Acting all casual and stuff when you're really scared shitless," said 17, pulling out the finished nachos.

"What do you expect me to do, run and scream? There's no point in me doing that. The only thing that I want to do is to live. Either way, I'll either piss you off if I scream, and if I try to reason with you, you're probably not going to let me go," said she.

“You used to be in the Red Ribbon army you said? So that's why my sister captured you. You could have a lot of information we could find useful. And now that I know you know something about us, I can hardly let you go could I?” 17 said, moving his face close to hers.

“Yes. That's exactly right. You noticed the similarities in our plastics. What if I was to say that I invented the plastic coating that protects you from the Saiyans? Would you kill me like you almost were tempted to kill Gero? If you wanted to kill me you'd have done it by now. Or you could be thinking of some way to kill me later when you're bored."

"I might be," 17 said, looking at her with a strange gleam in his eyes. “But unlike you, I like this body that `father' gave me. The reason I wanted him gone was he got this wild idea that BECAUSE he `created' me he could tell me what to do.”

“He was stupid to presume that. You're a being with your own mind. I don't blame you for…”

“Spare me the sympathy, Doc,” 17 sneered.

“All right then. We can talk about something else,” she said quietly.

"I might be sick of talking for now. Or I might want to play another game,” 17 rested his hand on his hip. He crushed the soda can in his fingers, and then threw it up in the air. Aiming a finger he vaporized it with a pencil thin beam. Once he'd done this he blew on the tip of his finger like it was a six shooter from the old west.

"If you still eat, you're either keeping me alive to find something out, information wise, or there's another… thing you want," she said leveling her gaze.

"A regular Einstein you are," he said, the corner of his lip twitching. Dr. Atomica got up from her chair and rested her hands on her hips.

Dr. Atomica rolled her eyes. Swallowing all trepidation she exhaled and said firmly, "All right let's cut the bullshit, 17. There's no need for it. Whatever it is you want, you're stronger then me, so if you're expecting me to fight, then I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed.”

"If I DID want something else, would you try and stop me?" he asked walking forwards.

Reaching out one slender hand he grabbed her wrist and yanked her into his body. Then he backed her up till her back collided with the edge of the counter. Polly gasped as he pinned her there with his slender body.

"Depends… on what it is," she inhaled, seeing the intent in his eyes. "If you want… that… wouldn't you prefer someone more… younger and more…"

"Please, Doc. A guy doesn't have to be picky when it comes to getting what he wants. Anyone will do. But sometimes older is better," 17 said with that lascivious gleam in his eyes. His arm reached around her to push the contents of the counter to the floor, and then he heaved her up and sat her on the white tile. Grabbing her wrist he twisted her arm behind her head and leapt up to sit on the counter beside her hip. Although Dr. Atomica felt terrified she relaxed her body. There was nothing she could do to fight him off if he planned on raping her.

"Then you want sex, that's it?" she swallowed hard, looking him in the eyes. "I'm a piece of ass for you to fuck because you're still human enough to want sex like you do food."

"Aren't you going to fight and tell me to stop?" 17 asked, pushing her down as he climbed on top of her.

"No. You'll take what you want, so what's the point," she said glancing up at him.

"Exactly. Nobody's around to hear you scream, Doc. It'll all be over soon," 17 said as he leaned down. "Aren't you scared?"

"Yes," she nodded. "You're not going to kill me if I actually enjoy it? You'll take me regardless, I might as well let you have what you want. Or do you want more of a challenge?"

"I'm too horny Doc. We can play later," 17 said quietly, his blue eyes hungry as he tore at the labcoat and blouse.

She looked up at him, laying back and relaxing as much as she could. He could break her if she tried to struggle, and maybe if she did not fight he might stop. Her clothes were soon torn in shreds and thrown to the floor tiles. Seventeen grabbed at her bra clad breasts and gave them pinching clumsy squeezes. His hands roamed over her body, leaving bruises. Closing her eyes, Polly lay back and yielded. Seventeen however did not stop. Judging from the unsurity of his touch, he must be new to this, or else desperate to sate himself. Slowly she pushed her hips up as he lay on top of her and began to push downwards through his jeans. She spread her legs on either side of his narrow hips, hoping that he wouldn't try pushing himself into her at first.

"You want me to touch you," she asked. "Make you hard? It'll be better if I'm ready for you."

"You don't fuck a lot of guys do you? Women like you don't fuck a lot. I'll make it all the better for me, Doc," he gasped. Grabbing her other hand he shoved it against his pants. She gave him a squeeze, and he nodded, his young face filled with intense hunger.

"You're already hard," she whispered.

"Enough of this, I wanna get off," he growled.

"Don't you want to play? I could… suck you off," she panted, hoping the dirty talk would convince him to take what she offered before hurting her.

Gasping, 17 nodded, and rolled to the side. He shoved her face down towards his jeans, and struggled at them with one hand. Her hair fell around him like a curtain as he pushed her towards his desire. Slowing her nausea and fear she took him into her lips. Slowly working up and down she let his hand at the back of her neck hold her captive. It didn't take long for him to surge into her mouth, and she almost gagged. He lay back on the counter, rasping as he remained fully clothed and she was still wearing panties and a bra, her body a contrast to his young lean one. Judging from his appearance he could be anywhere from 18 to twenty five. Here she was, a middle aged woman giving head to a superhuman android hoping that he'd be satisfied enough to keep from killing her.

"Your lucky day doc. But enough playing. I need to fuck and I need to fuck now," 17 hissed, flipping her over and pinning her down. Polly willed herself to relax, seeing him shift his pants and undo his belt and zipper. Pushing his pants down around his hips he didn't give her time to see him as he clumsily held her wrist behind her head and tried to push himself in. Polly raised her hips, working one hand free to grasp at his length.

"I'm only trying to help you fuck me," she whispered as he glared at her. "I'm not going anywhere. You're in control here, 17. Go ahead and fuck me."

"Hand on my cock, Prof. You try anything stupid and I will kill you," 17 hissed. She nodded, biting her lip and knowing he would take what he wanted. Grabbing her underwear he ripped it off and tossed it down. She momentarily wondered if he'd worry about the fact she wasn't trimmed and manicured like most centerfolds would be.

"Someone forgot to trim the bush," he panted.

"Nobody ELSE is screwing me," she panted. "I don't suppose you have any protection."

"I'm not stupid, glad you aren't either," he muttered, pulling something out of his pants pocket and letting the packages drop down around them. He shoved something into her hand.

"Put it on, Doc. You're used to wearing rubber gloves in the lab, right?"

She nodded nervously, as he ripped it open with his teeth and held it down. It had been a while, but she managed to roll the sleeve over his member. 17 gasped and shifted forwards, standing on his knees and letting the Professor reach up and take his cock in her hand. With his hand that didn't hold her wrist above her head, he twisted it around and then put it on her stomach, then slipped his other under her hips that she raised willingly. Then with a snap of his hips he shoved hard into her. Polly relaxed, wincing at the pain of his cock ramming into her.

"Shit you're tight," he gasped, blinking down at her. "You some sort of fucking virgin?"

"I told you," she gasped. Seventeen gasped, thrusting clumsily forwards. She tried her best to move with him, and then finally let him set the pace. His slender body moved with such force that it took her breath away. It didn't take him long to climax and howl into her shoulder as he shuddered. She had felt no satisfaction, but was pleased she was alive.

"Damn," 17 panted, laying on top of her. "Holy shit. Didn't expect you to be so fuckin' tight…"

"You… enjoyed it," she murmured, relief flooding her as the boy lay in her arms. Fully clothed his body rested across hers, his weight pinning hers.

"What the fuck do you think, Doc," he muttered, lifting his head and looking down at her with those intense eyes.

"You must not want to kill me then," she said. "I can play with you some more if you want."

Pulling out of her he dropped down and then disposed of the soiled protection. She saw him leaning over as he put himself back together and then spun around. Polly lay exhausted, looking up at the ceiling as she closed her eyes and thanked Kami for small mercies. So far she ached only a bit, but she guessed if he had the sex drive of a young man she was in for much more. Suddenly she was grabbed up and thrown over 17's shoulder.

"You've got ten minutes to rest. Then we play, Doc," he said with a vicious grin.
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