Duel Masters Fan Fiction ❯ Black Love ❯ Innocence Lost ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2 Innocence Lost

 

Kokujo eyed her eagerly with a small grin.

“D-Deal? I have no money and you confiscated all my cards,” Anita stuttered since she was defenseless against him while she was unarmed. Kokujo just shook his head and his long midnight-blue hair swayed gently. He ushered her closer. He stood up and they were eye-to-eye. His voice was calm, but it had an essence of eagerness.

“I need nothing of material value and I have no use of your cards, but...” He whispered in her ear. “I want your virginity!” He grappled her by the arms and threw her down on the silky, black bed. He fondled his fingers by her scant of material that covered her breasts. She retaliated violently by wrapping her chains around his neck. She tugged as iron met skin in a clash of protection. “Your performance in the battlefield was impressive. I hope you perform as well in bed.” She pulled tighter constricting him more as a warning. “You would never kill me.” His breathing was more restricted now.

“Guess again!” She yanked with all her remaining might. Though he struggled for breath he remained collected.

“I love a fighter,” he gasped harder. He reacted by pushing her against the bed, leaning over, and biting her on the neck. Anita shrieked and the bindings loosened from his flesh. He broke free from the trap and began licking the crimson river that flowed from her neck.

“Sick b-bastard,” she groaned in agony. She used all her energy fighting him and she was at his aroused mercy. His fingers ran behind her back as her pushed the cloth off her chest. He stroked the breasts and nipples enthusiastically. “Damn you!”

“Your ridicule does not deter me whatsoever,” he stated as he press his hands down her back and tossed away her lower articles. He mounted her with a naughty grin. He bore down on her thighs as his finger surveyed her maidenhood roughly. She yelped as he pressed against the wall with another finger. “Scream all you want. It just stimulates me more!” Kokujo felt her juices on his fingers. He receded out of her and licked his fingers with a vile grin. He couldn't stand the pressure that was bearing down on him as his pants were becoming tighter. He swiftly unbuckled his pants and started breaking her barrier of innocence. She screamed as he roughly began to thrust. She stared into his eyes. They were lustful and cruel. Her pupils dilated as he disturbed her maidenhood further. Their juices poured on the bed. Sweat poured from his brow and he panted and moaned. She tried to push him away, but he was too strong and she was too fatigued. She was surprised she didn't pass out at this point. He had finally climaxed and it was finally over. She warily replaced her clothing that bound her to him, and she was sent back to the dungeon.

 

She gazed out the small, barred window. It was as black as pitch outside in the fetid grounds of the dark. She had a feeling it was nighttime, though it was probably always dark. She saw a gnarled tree with long fingers that creaked and groaned with each gust of the stale wind. Moonless and desolate it was. And she was damned to it forever under the watchful eye of Kokujo. She remembered the Angel Command in all their shimmering beauty. Wings of light and bodies of gold and silver pulsating with energy. Recently the Nature civilization wanted the Light to help with their battle with the dark that had been invading the Fiana Forest. That's when the Light sent her the message. When Anita started playing she started with a Fire and Light deck. She couldn't fathom the hate for each other and thus she lost often. Subconsciously Hanusa Radiance Elemental told her in her dreams that she must choose Nature for a cooperating deck. When she did, she the unlocked the kaijudo became one with her. Both of the civilizations accepted Anita quickly and soon she became their commander to save them against the Dark. That's how she became Kyoshiro Kokujo's eternal slave.

 

The prison was deathly arctic. Freezing chills seeped from the cracks in the floor and the wind howled outside and slithered its way into the cell. She was sore and exhausted and she needed sleep, but she feared that the cold would reap her weary soul. She sat on the clammy, oily floor and tried to stay awake. Fatigue rushed through her like a river with no barricade. Anita rested her back against the slick floor and her eyes closed.

 

She had somehow made it alive. She was still chilled to the bone, but the magnitude was definitely lesser. She wondered how she lived the night from hell. When she sat up she felt something soft. She had been wrapped up in a black, silk blanket. She could tell it was from Kokujo's bedroom. She knew she could survive and fight back.