Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Intertwined Felines ❯ Pure Hell ( Chapter 5 )

The wind breezed through the houses, like a mysterious ghost, or the Angel of Death. It finally reached a medium sized bag and it's owner, small fragile Yumi. She stood looking at the Main House, Akito's realm, and let a small involuntary shiver blow through her. Hatori stood at her side.

"I just hope you'll be comfortable. We have anything you'll need, so if you want it, just ask for it, ok?" Hatori's voice cut through her heart like a knife. What she needed right now was Kyou. Her Kyou.

"Well we should get going." She followed him like a zombie into the doors of the house, greeted by a cold draft that hit her face, blowing her curly purple hair back behind her. They stood in the living room a moment, taking in the small cushions that seated themselves in front of a throne like shrine, where the hell raiser itself resided. Akito sat in the chair, gazing intently at Yumi.

His eyes scanned over her body, lingering at her breasts. She had gotten much prettier since he'd last seen her, a small seven year old child running from the house in fear. His fingers stroked his robe delicately, long, cold.

"Come Yumi. Hatori," he spoke sharply, catching the doctor's attention, "You are dismissed now. I want some lingering time with her." Bowing, Hatori backed to the door, giving Yumi a sorry look as he stepped outside.

"I said come!" he shouted, glaring at her. He was satisfied to see her jump. Slowly she stepped towards him until he told her to stop, which was about 3 feet from him. His arm reached out and he stood, stroking her cheek. She closed her eyes almost in pain, wishing she were in the safety of Shigure's house, in Kyou's arms, in their bed. Their bed…

She gasped when his hand stroked her breast and circled around. She moved back and met a swift slap from Akito. Tears started to fill her eyes but she bit them back and swallowed.

"I didn't tell you to move! Now, just take your things and go to my room." he pointed expectantly to the door which led to his chamber. She only gazed at the area. It was shadowed and darkened, which gave the more menecing look. She didn't move at first, knowing she'd regret it later. But how could she, knowing what happened the last time she'd gone in there by his commands?

Another loud noise. Another slap. Another red mark bruising her cheek. This time she cried out and her hand flew to her burning cheek. She could only glare at the attacker, who grinned maleciously.

"Listen to me, you'll regret it later. Now go." He pointed again, this time a hidden anger boiling in his eyes. Her fingers curled around the bag's handle and she stormed into there, sliding the door shut immediately.

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In the corner of the room Yumi curled up and sobbed. She feared this place. Feared this room even more. But she didn't fear Akito. She could only spare hate for the fool. But was he a fool? He was a genius sometimes.

There was a clatter of windchimes, then she felt Akito's prescence inside the room. He only stood and watched her as her sobs quieted down to small sniffs.

"Oh, Poor poor Yumi. Do you want me to cheer you up? Because I can cheer you up." He took one step. Two steps, towards her before she managed to stand up. He only smiled at her in the creepy, slithering snakelike way he did. Not able to stand it any longer, she walked to the window and looked out, her back turned to him. It was a fatal mistake that could've prevented her the torture. But it was inevitable at the time.

Akito came up behind her, a small beaded pearl necklace in one hand, twirling it around. His free hand came around her waist. Yumi shivered, but otherwise didn't move, only biting her lip and her eyes clouding over.

"You must be very upset. It's been an upsetting day." With that, his hand slid inside the loop crevice that was created due to their baggyness.

She gasped and put her hand to her mouth to silence herself. This was Akito. His house. His family. His territory. She couldn't disobey him or show resistance. She only felt him venture down. Like a fool, she'd gone comando again, to Akito's surprise.

"Yumi! You were expecting something, weren't you?" With those words of false shock, he slid his finger inside of her pussy. She bit her lip and lightly shook her head. It was different. Cool, long and slender fingers instead of Kyou's rough ones. It felt so different, so….

Good.

At the realization, she gasped and tried to move, only to have the hand with the beads clamp around her mouth and pull her closer.

"You keep quiet Yumi and we'll all be ok." He pulled his finger out and spun her around, pointing at her with it.

"I command you to undress Yumi. And make it fast or I'll have a penalty. Go." Silent tears now streaming down her cheeks, she lifted her shirt and pulled it over her head. Of all people…Her hands fell behind her back and she fiddled with the clasp for a bit before she let her bra fall to the floor. Her head hung in shame and she didn't look at him. How could she? The devil.

"My my Yumi, some things have changed in eight years." His hands came up and held her breasts lightly. She bit back a cry of protest, but didn't move. His thumbs ran over the hardened nipples gently before he realized she'd stopped. Frustrated at her, he himself ran his hands to her jeans and flung at the button and zipper, pulling them down.

She cried out and fell back, trying to cover herself. Not Akito. Not Akito. But he grabbed her around her waist and laughed, pulling her closer. He kissed and bit her neck, making her squirm and cry. The fat tears fell from her eyes, but she refused to make a sound. He grabbed her hips and flung her onto the bed, enjoying watching her bounce lightly. He clambered up on top of her and forced a kiss on her passionately, his tongue almost gagging her.

What else could she do? She kissed back, fearing for her real and sex life. Knowing Akito, anything could happen. He pulled away and pinned her down with arms.

"Now Yumi, would you like this pearl necklace? It'd look good IN you!" Laughing evilly, he pushed her thighs apart, her cunt opening like a welcoming door. One hand came up to muffle her screams, the other, using his long fingers, started to push the beads, one by one, up her tightened vagina.

She squeezed her eyes shut in pain and let another scream ripple through her body. She didn't want to admit, but it felt good too. She tossed her head back and forth.

Once a majority of the beads were inside of her, Akito had a sudden evil plan. Using the end of the necklace, he yanked and pulled it all out and once. This time his hand couldn't muffle her screams as she rang out throughout the sleeping neighborhood.

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Hatori looked up from his paper, his eyes set on the Main House. They narrowed as he reached for the phone.

"Shigure? It's me Hatori. No time for jokes. Get back here as soon as possible, something's gone terribly wrong."

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He straddled her chest and used the headboard for support. He'd spread his robes and shoved his throbbing erection tino her face, demanding. She'd only clamped her mouth shut and shook her head, refusing to look at it, despite how inviting it looked. A hand reached down and punched one breast. She let out a scream, but realized her mistake too late.

She shouldn't have screamed.

She shouldn't have opened her mouth.

Akito's cock was shoved into her mouth immediately, and she cried. What else could she do.

"Suck it!" he yelled at her, shoving it deeper. Obediantly, she started to suck, tears falling around her and pooling at her cheeks. He moved with her, urging her to suck faster, his heavy cum filled balls slapping against her chin.

He threw back his head and moaned. He enjoyed this, and he had the slightest notion that Yumi did too. It was pure heaven. Just as he was about to explode, he pulled out of her mouth and let his cum go all over her face. She only cried. He scooted back and bent down, licking and sucking it off.

After every inch was cleaned, he kissed her again, his hands massaging her breasts.

"You know you've wanted this Yumi. You just haven't asked for it nicely," he whispered menecingly in her ear as he suckled her earlobe. She whimpered and bit her lip, turning her head away.

His fingers slipped inside her pussy again, digging deep inside her with sharp nails, satisfied to hear her yelp out with pain at every throb. The tear stains streaked her jawline and cheeks, falling onto the mattressed bed.

He slid up and muffled her cries as he slipped his thumb inside of her and pinched one of her sides. Her scream vibrated his hand and could still be hurt. Her body fell numb with pain and her eyes couldn't stop the tears. She thrashed her hips about to get him away from her, but it was to no avail. Akito only laughed maleciously.

"Now for the best of the night Yumi. Are you ready? Of course not!" He pulled his fingers out and pulled his hand away, sliding his newly-wetted fingers inside her mouth. She only cried.

"You see how you taste? Do you like that?" His angered yelling hung in the house, the echoing ring deafening. With that, he slammed his now dripping cock inside her, showing no mercy. The room echoed emptyness, then the delayed cry of Yumi filled the room.

"Please Akito," she sobbed out quietly, barely above a whisper.

"Hmm..no." was his cold reply, bending down to bite one of her nipples, which brought more pain to Yumi. Pain was his game, he fed off of it. He shifted in between Yumi's legs and inside of her, groaning with pleasure. Ah, she was so tight.

It took him a while to realize though. There was no barrier to break. There was no real cry of pain. The eyes of Akito narrowed at the frail sobbing Yumi's figure. His fingers trailed along her sides, a searing trail of fire to her.

"Who was it then, Yumi?" he asked her coldly, not moving from his position. She only closed her eyes and refused to look at him, turning her head to the side. A swift slap brought her back. Once, Twice, the red mark stained her cheek and stung. One hand came up to cradle it, but could only glare at him.

He snarled and moved back slightly, then slammed into her. She screamed and tried to pull away. But Akito had a plan. Two ties of Hatori's he'd managed to steal were soon tied around her wrists and her to the bed's headboard. He continued the process, muffling her screams with his forced deep kisses, disgusting and writhing in Yumi's opinion.

She wanted to die. Her hips cried out in pain as Akito continued to pound into her, gaining the pleasure of his life. She only raised her hips to his occasionally. Play it cool, play along, and you won't die. That's what Kyou told her on the roof once. That's what she remembered.

She bit her lip and changed. Her screams turned to moans. The squirming became movements to his. She was going to play along. She was going to play it cool.

She was going to remember Kyou.

She cried out in false ecstasy as Akito slammed into her furiously. He could only stare at her. She was supposed to feel pain! He'd be damned if she enjoyed this. But he continued, suckling her breasts and the crevices under them.

He threw back his head and moaned, a final thrust met by an impending orgasm that hit him like a freight train. He released the sticky substance inside of her, pulling away and watching it slowly trail from her coated pussy.

She only lay her head back, her eyes half closed. So weak…no energy left…She looked up when Akito started talking. Fear danced in her eyes, her body shaking.

"I'm not done yet. No Yumi, it was good, but I'm not tired. And when I'm not tired, you're not tired, is that understood?" She could do nothing but nod meekly. He pulled out a strange contrapction. It was like a dildo, but it had strange holes near the top, and three buttons at the bottom. Anger dancing in his eyes, he shoved the device up her cunt, making her wail out. But she was helpless and could do nothing.

It wasn't like a real cock at all. It was cold, and smooth. Nothing like Kyou. Or even nothing like Yuki or Akito…she shook her head to get the pain away and trembled. His thumb went inside her, and he felt for the first button. Push.

She screamed out and was silence by the cold hand of Akito. Small spikes had shot out of the end where the holes were and lodged themselve into her inner walls. It was immovable now. She cried and begged Akito to take it out, only to meet his insane laughter. He pushed it deeper, which it didn't want to do. She immediately felt this and screamed out again.

He slipped the second button up and pulled his fingers from her. She was barely relieved to find it did nothing. She bit her lip and tried not to clench her muscles around the spikey contrapction.

"Now I'm going to rest a bit, and whenever you move, this is going to vibrate. I'm going to hear you moan or cry out, never the less. So don't even try. I will wake up and take you again and again." He sneered at her and stole her lips again, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She had nothing else to do but to kiss back with enough fericiousness to satisfy his lust. He trailed his fingers along her breasts and tweaked the perked nipples, making her wince.

"No noise Yumi." He walked to a second bed in the room and lay down on the bed. What else he did, Yumi didn't know. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to keep herself from moving.

After about an hour, as her arm started to fall asleep, she moved gently as she could. But the device missed nothing. It vibrated noisilly, sending a wave of fear and pain to her. Her lips, swollen by Akito's abuse, refused to close as the moan escaped them, hanging in the air.

Akito was next to her in a flash, the crazed smile on his thin lips. He would slip his fingers inside of her, push the buttons, pull it out and take her. He did it several times, even if she didn't moan or cry out. She couldn't even react anymore.

And each time Akito released his seed inside her, Yumi would count miserably. That's one more chance to have a baby. And one more chance that it wouldn't be Kyou's. One more chance she'd give birth to this fiend's child.

Hatori and Shigure stood outside the main house, their eye's narrowed.

"What do you think is going on in there?"

"Honestly?" Both remained silent, dreading. The noises from outside earlier were obvious ones, and it was certain now Yumi was no virgin, though with Kyou lately Shigure had suspected she hadn't been for a long time. Glancing both ways for an odd reason, he slid the door open, looking back at his friend, who followed behind. Both slipped into the darkness.

Her eyes were closed, and she was almost asleep. She didn't move, and she was barely breathing. Blood trickled from her lips and cheeks. And some more from her petals, thanks to the spikes and items within. Her hands were almost purple, since she no longer could hold them up and keep them from getting their circulation cut off. Her hair, now dampened with sweat and blood, clung to her cheeks and neck, the curls now just waves.

He could only stand at the doorway, staring at the forlorn figure in disbelief, then fear, then anger. He glared to the man who's doing this was, who slept soundly in the corner, very much sex deprived. Hatori grunted quietly, announcing his prescence behind him. Shigure nodded towards Akito's lifeless body, which he darted to.

Shigure made his way to Yumi's frail frame, first reaching to untie her hands. Once done, he let them drop to her sides, and she opened her eyes slowly. They were swollen shut with bruises, and heavily lidded. She looked up at him and only stared into his eyes at first, registering who it was. Once it dawned on her, she could only manage a weak smile. He started to lift her when she caught his hand and shook her head. He blinked at first, unsure of what she meant.

Slowly she brought his hand to her swollen lips, and he felt the weapon wedged deep inside of her, digging into her walls. He swallowed, at how close he was to her sex, and at first tried to pull it out. She moved, it vibrated, and she moaned quietly. Hatori glared up at him from his post at Akito's side, perfecting a syringe to put him to sleep for another two hours.

He muffled Yumi's moans with his mouth. It wasn't a kiss, just his lips against hers open mouth, so her moan only went to his mouth and his mouth only. During this, he slipped his fingers inside of her, around the thick object in search of a way to remove it. Yumi squirmed against him, it half tickled and felt strange, with Shigure venturing when only Kyou and Akito dared to go. Guiltily, it also felt good in a way.

Shigure held his breath as he moved his fingers inside of her. Her walls squeezed against him, urging him to go on in a fashion which wasn't his intention in the first place.

There was a satisfied click, and the spikes retracted. Shigure slowly pulled the object from inside of Yumi, his mouth still on hers. She sighed with a relief of a pained patient. Angry at himself, Shigure found himself wishing he could still go on, prodding and invading Yumi like he did. Shigure pulled his lips from hers and lifted the light girl into the air. She cradled against him, shivering and scared. Hatori stood at the doorway, ready and watching the whole thing. As he let Shigure out, a grin on his face, he glanced at the sleeping Akito.

"Fiend," was all Hatori could utter before dashing away into the night.