Duel Masters Fan Fiction ❯ Black Love ❯ Hot Water ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3

Hot Water

 

Anita was sore all over. Her cheeks were damp from the moist floor and her shoulder was stiff.

“Damn this bondage,” she snapped. She pulled on the chains, but the steel would not ebb. “How can I survive this inhospitable wasteland of destitute and despair? My cards aren't here to shield me from the environment and my kaijudo is limited.” She tapped her foot against the stone base. “Or they are closer than I expect.” She stood up with a new surge of power. “I cannot let the Fiana woods turn into this barren badland! I shall not let down the Beastfolk, Colony Beetles, or the Treefolk nor the Angel Commands, Guardians, or the Starlight Trees! I shall survive the darkness! The roar of the mighty earth shall lend me their will! She kicked against the unyielding barrier. She could fell the strength returning to her. Soon she would have her full strength against the consuming poison air. After she slays Kokujo, she will return stronger than ever. “Just wait and see.”

 

She ran her hands through her hair which was ensnarled with dirt and her own blood. She hadn't bathed since before the battle and she reeked of her captor. She kicked the wall repeatedly to reinforce her legs and pushed away with great force. When her legs were too tender to use, she slumped against the damp wall. She grinded the chains against the walls, but it just antagonized the bodyguards who pounded on the cell door yelling for quiet. She looked around dully while gazing at the gashes made from the nails of her master. She couldn't get the looks of his eyes glaring at her and the malicious grin he had when he defiled her. A bodyguard pounded on the door again and barged in.

“The master wishes to see you in his bath chambers,” General Dark Fiend droned. “Come now, slave.” So that was her name now, slave. She bit her lip and the Dark Lord dragged her lead-weighted limbs, passed his bedroom, and slammed a heavy door behind her.

 

The bath vicinity was so massive it could have fit twenty of the prison cells. It was covered in a swirl of dark granite and had many incense burning. The bath was oval and slick with candles around its edge. It had steps leading up to it and looked very deep. At the edge of the steps stood Kokujo, facing away from her, who apparently hadn't noticed her. He slipped off his thick leather jacket nonchalantly. She gaped in awe at his well- toned back as he removed the skin-tight shirt. He turned in her direction and she gasped quietly. She attempted to keep her eyes level with his own, yet they wandered to his firm chest and well-carved abs. He noticed immediately and smirked.

“So the angel admires the demon,” he chanted. She ripped her gaze of his body and tried staring at smoldering incense. She desperately tried to pay no heed to the clang of his belt coming off. He was tantalizing and taunting her. “You like that?” He tried to sound sensual.

 

Her eyes were closed for a few minutes. She was hoping he was in the bath by now. She peered through her hands and she saw he was completely naked and she glimpsed his manhood. He let a low cackle escape his thin lips.

“Is it big enough for you? I know you saw it. I bet you liked it.” He motioned toward the steaming water with his neck. He gripped her wrists. “Now change out of those slave garments if you want to get clean.” Though as flustered as she was, she removed her clothes. He approved of this much as his length felt pressure. The hot water was a relief as she kept herself as far away from the depraved slave master. She cleansed the blood out of her brunette hair. Kokujo kept an eager watch on her. He was waiting for his next performance. Although Anita loathed Kokujo, she marveled his beauty and strength. His long bangs were weighted from the steam and fell to his strong chest.

“It is time for you to perform,” he commanded. He approached her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

 

She made a circular motion with her finger on the tip on his manhood. He released a moan. She wrapped her hand against the length and pumped it slowly. He panted calmly he urged her on. “Faster, faster!” The pressure mounted on him. He clasped behind her head. “Lick it, now!” he ordered. She was incredibly nervous as she tapped the tip with her tongue. Kokujo had lost his patience and forced her underwater. She flailed her arms and steam rose high to the ceiling. He released her abruptly and she flung her head to the surface and gasped for breath. She clutched her arms and wheezed heavily. “See you're just a weak woman. Remember, I own you now! You shall now and forever be my bitch.”

“I hope Hell embraces your damned soul!” she shouted to herself.

“Now do you want to finish the job, or do you want me to hold you down till the bubbles stop?” he hissed. Anita nodded meekly.

“I only suffer to retaliate back,” she repeated to herself.

 

She took a vast breath and delved past the water's surface. She placed her mouth over his sword of passion. Anita's tongue darted from the tip to its length. Kokujo bucked sharply, and she held his hips down to avoid shoving it down her throat. He moaned loudly as his essence oozed out to her discontent. She was taken by surprise, and she shot her head out of the water. She gurgled with his juices streaming down her lip.

“Oh, am I too much for the little angel cretin?” he taunted. She turned away and he noticed a large, crude tattoo on her back. It was in the shape of the eye, which was a spiritual symbol of the nature civilization. He was surprised she made it through the difficult process. “Don't think you are done yet.” He turned her and pushed her to his chest. “Now it is time to ride your master.”

“Ride my master?” she repeated. She felt the head of his masculinity on the outside of her womanhood. Kokujo pushed her into him. She bucked and thrust hard as she could. He arched his back and moaned loudly. He was definitely a loud performer.

“Faster, faster!” he begged. Anita proceeded as fast as her endurance would take her. A deep pressure built inside her. He climaxed with a loud gasp when she pushed sharply on his hips. Kokujo's body went loose as he rested against the cool marble walls. Anita decided to take her leave as he rested. She went for her slave clothes when she was interrupted by Kokujo. “Don't bother to take those rags. Take the garments by the raven statue.” She turned to the statue of an obsidian raven where a pair of black leather clothes laid. She tried them on and they contoured to her well. It was a two-piece garment with a short top that cut off above her abdomen with a short skirt that went past her palms when at her side. As revealing as it was she agreed to them better than the just as scant rags. General Dark Fiend waited outside.

“The master has something special tomorrow.” The warrior cackled which spelled an ominous future.