Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Ai o Juten ❯ Chapter Seven ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter Seven

Pleased, Iason walked over to where Riki stood, taking hold of his jaw in one gloved thumb and forefinger, tilting his face into the light.

“Excellent,” he commented, feeling the first stirring of a desire which would take many hours to work through. Looking around, he did not see the furniture. “Did you eat today, pet?” he asked.

“Yes.” Riki responded quickly, and Iason narrowed his eyes. Something was wrong here. It was all a little too perfect. Too easy.

“Where is Daryl?” he questioned, and Riki trembled. Iason let him go and raised his voice. “Daryl!”

The furniture shuffled in slowly, head down, and as he neared them Iason began to understand what might have occurred. Angry, he removed his outer garment with short, jerky movements, and the mongrel cringed as if fearing he would be struck. But he was mistaken if he believed Iason had no more resources than that.

“Have you sought medical attention?” he asked of Daryl. The furniture was damaged, and he belonged to Iason. The pet would need to to be taught another lesson about respect of property.

“No, Master Iason.”

“Very well. Go now. I will deal with the pet in the meantime.”

“Yes, Master Iason.”

The furniture left through the main door, and without even a glance at the mongrel, Iason brought up a display and scrolled through the day's events, arms folded as he watched the pertinent parts. The first half of the day passed without incident. Riki, after having showered, was led back to his room by Daryl and placed in the ankle restraint. He ate.

Then, as the later afternoon approached, the furniture came to fulfil his order of making Riki presentable. He removed the ankle restraint, and then the slumdog attacked him. The furniture didn't put up any kind of defence as Riki punched him, knocking him to the ground.

As Iason watched the mongrel's actions he actually felt distaste, but remained outwardly impassive as he watched. Riki was pummelling Daryl, sitting astride him, hitting him again and again, a twisted expression of hatred on his face, tears streaming down his cheeks.

When he finally stopped, Iason could only assume the furniture was unconscious as he did not move. Riki wandered around the apartment here and there, picking things up and putting them down, searching for something. Then he approached the main door and tried to open it with his bare hands. He tried to lever it with a knife from the kitchen that broke in his grip, then he kicked it. There was no damage to the door, it was made of the finest titanium, unlike the furniture.

At last, after perhaps an hour or two, Riki gave in and sat hunched over with his back against the door, his shoulders shaking as he sobbed. Eventually, he got up and walked over to where Daryl was still lying, to nudge him.

The furniture came around and sat up in a daze, his face covered in blood and darkening bruises. Riki was animated, saying something over and over again until Daryl patted his shoulder to reassure him. Iason sighed, out loud, as he watched, and his lips tightened.

Riki allowed Daryl to take him into the bathroom at last, where the preparation must have been carried out. He watched until he saw Daryl scuttle away as he arrived, striding in through the door, his eyes seeking out the pet, then he waved a hand to turn the display off.

“Iason, I –”

“Be quiet, pet, or I shall make you quiet.”

To Iason's surprise, all of the desire he had been feeling had completely drained away, and it seemed as if the mongrel pet had stolen it from him via his earlier actions. Without a word, Iason stalked to one of the bedrooms he wasn't using and dragged a bed out of it, hauling it covers and all into the pet's prison room.

Next, he grabbed Riki by the wrist and dragged him there, forcing him down onto the bed and using the restraints he had before so that the mongrel was forced to lie completely still. Then Iason left the room, still silent, closing the door behind him. But that didn't mean he was done.

While he waited for the furniture to return, Iason amused himself by activating the pet ring, alternating the device between pleasure and pain of varying levels. Some of the mongrel's screams were loud enough to be heard even through the titanium door.

An hour or so later, Daryl returned, and Iason told him to rest before seeking out his own bed alone, finally deactivating the D ring.

In the morning he attended at the mongrel's door as usual, but the pet didn't seem to have the nerve to swear at him this time.

“Is Daryl okay?” he asked quietly. Iason drew in a breath through his nose and did not answer. Instead he kept his eyes on the wall somewhere above Riki and pulled on his gloves. Perhaps if he was human, he would be angry, but Iason didn't feel much of anything except for disappointment. Certainly he did not feel desire, and its absence too was disappointing.

“The next time you damage any of my property, including yourself, I will leave the pet ring on to torment you all the way through the night. Do you understand?” He lowered his gaze, and Riki turned his face away in shame but muttered an affirmative.

“The next time you refuse to eat, I shall have a doctor install a feeding tube directly into your body and you will be attached to a drip.” He paused. “Indicate your understanding.” Riki nodded.

“Refusal to co-operate will result in you spending the rest of your life restrained in here.” Riki sobbed into the subsequent silence. “If you co-operate, however, you shall have all the benefits and advantages befitting a pet of Iason Mink, including education, exercise, entertainment, the society of other pets, and perhaps eventually the freedom of Tanagura. In addition, you will spend your nights in my bed.”

“Riki the dark, if it is your wish to be difficult, I will keep you alive like a house plant. It is your choice whether what remains of your short human life is afflicted by...” Iason smiled pleasantly, “loneliness.”

“These terms are non-negotiable.”

Riki sniffled and for a moment he struggled, but the restraints held him quite still. “Is Daryl okay?” he repeated, miserable.

“Daryl will be along shortly. He is preparing your breakfast.”

Iason did not miss the sudden relief on the mongrel's face, nor the way his body seemed to relax on the bed, but he turned on his heel and left the room. Outside, the furniture was indeed hovering with breakfast. In the light of day, after treatment, the damage was not so bad, and would heal on its own without any further visits to the medical facility.

“I expect to be informed of any disobedience, Daryl,” he said tightly. As soon as Riki was secured the furniture should have contacted him, and Iason was not altogether pleased with Daryl either.

“Yes, Master Iason,” he said softly, and then: “I just wanted to,” he gulped for having spoken out of turn, and behind the bruises his complexion paled. “I mean, I did not wish to suspend your pleasure with the pet,” he finished awkwardly.

“I understand,” Iason replied, pleased at the explanation for the furniture's actions, however inappropriate it was to discuss it without being asked. “In future, alert me.” Daryl nodded, and Iason went about his day.

In comparison to the previous day, he went back to his habit of keeping Riki constantly on a holodisplay nearby in order to observe events. The pet ate, and submitted to the furniture's instructions completely. They seemed to discuss much, spending at least two hours in each other's company, but then perhaps Riki was finally availing himself of the companionship provided by Daryl. That was good. That should definitely be rewarded.


To be continued...

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