Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ No evil ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Allumace 
Faceless evil is the worst
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.05.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 631 | Status: Work In Progress
Faceless evil is the worst
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.05.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 631 | Status: Work In Progress
Warning: noncon and severe Sanzo-torture!
Stop reading if you don't like that sort of thing!
Chapter 4
Sanzo thought he would have fainted by now, but the marquis had his ways of keeping one conscious. He had that kind of power. The marquis loved to draw out the screams, see the pain in his victim's eyes. When it came to ways to humiliate or hurt a person he proved to be very inventive.
The priest's hands were tied behind his neck. He was lying on his back on the stone table, not able to move. The marquis had several unique tools in that box of his, Sanzo found out. Most of them he had never seen before or ever heard of. Not that it mattered. By now Sanzo knew that the sole purpose of any of them was to inflict pain.
First there was the very extensive collection of whips. The priest discovered soon that the marquis's favorite was a small one, with about nine lashes on it. The ends contained little, sharp pins. The marquis used it in a way they left all kinds of small wounds, none too deep or too serious, but still very painful.
Sanzo didn't know what irritated him more: the pain the whip caused, or the feeling of the marquis' hands on his body, smearing the blood, touching him from time to time in very intimate places. He cursed and hissed as those hands stroked his chest and started toying with his nipples. The marquis pinched the little pink buds until Sanzo arched his back in pain.
For a moment he turned around. That made Sanzo writhe even more. He knew the marquis was going to get something from that box of his. The uncertainty was driving the priest mad. As the marquis came back, he held a couple of clamps. Sanzo whimpered softly as they were fastened too tightly on his already abused nipples.
//Oh, please, let this be over soon. Either die or kill me,// He begged in his mind. The priest had never, ever been reduced to begging before. Right now he didn't care anymore. Anything to stop the pain would do. Why couldn't the others find him? They couldn't be that fucking dumb. Maybe they didn't want to find him. Then again, maybe he didn't want to be found like this. They probably would think he was too weak to defend himself. Couldn't have that happen. Sanzo wondered if his life would ever be the same again after this, if he got out of here alive, that is.
What bothered the priest the most, was that mask. He couldn't see the eyes, he just heard the giggles and that raspy voice. Faceless evil is probably the worst kind. One doesn't know what he is dealing with.
Suddenly Sanzo was pulled off the table and forced to his knees against the wall. He had stopped struggling by now. It was to no use anyway. As soon as he even thought of trying to defend himself, he was tortured in even more sadistic ways. As if the marquis could read his mind.
Sanzo tried not to look at the leather clasped demon. The marquis couldn't be human. No man could be this cruel. He couldn't be a youkai either. At least they would provide you with a quick death. Bloody, but quick nonetheless.
He heard something unzip. Sanzo knew what was coming. He wasn't that stupid. Sanzo took a deep breath. He was a priest for crying out loud! One didn't do this kind of thing to a priest!
He felt the tip of the marquis' cock touching his lips. When Sanzo didn't open his mouth, the marquis pushed his nails into the soft flesh of his cheeks, forcing his lips apart. Sanzo closed his eyes and drew in a shaky breath. He didn't want to look at it. Couldn't stand the thought of seeing another man's cock this close, from such a fucking vulnerable angle.
The marquis made him take all of it, right to the back of his throat. His hands buried in the priest's hair, keeping him upright and in position. Sanzo was sure he would suffocate, or that something would rip in his throat. It was too much. There was only disappointment to be still alive as he felt the marquis' hot seed spurted into his throat.
Sanzo whimpered and slumped to the ground as soon as the marquis let go of him. He retched, trying to get the marquis' filthy cum out of his body. How much more of this would he be able to take?
Then the marquis dragged him up to the table again.
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It began not so long after the screaming had stopped. The sky started to change color. Red strands coming over the horizon, marring the black surface of night. Both colors began to twirl, black and red, like a monstrous, insane vortex.
Goku couldn't stop staring at it. He had never seen anything like that before.
"Hakkai, what's going on?" Gojyo asked, worry clear and present in his voice.
Hakkai shook his head. "I have no idea. This is…"
"A nightmare," Gojyo added.
"Maybe it is."
They looked back at the sky. Goku shivered for a moment.
"It looks like it's coming down."
"How the hell do we fight this thing?"
There was a red mist coming from the ruins of the old tower, creeping through the leaves of the kudzu. It started curling around their ankles. It grew thicker and thicker, until neither one of them could see the others anymore.
"Hakkai, Gojyo!" Goku screamed. There were shadows a bit further, but the boy couldn't be sure if it were the other two. It didn't *feel* like them.
Goku tried to scream their names again. There was no response.
The shadows came closer. They were taller than Gojyo or Hakkai, broader too. They smelled horribly.
//Youkai//
Goku took his rod and prepared himself for a fight.
Hakkai and Gojyo as well had been approached by those shadows. They couldn't see far because of the mist, so they had no idea how many of them were around.
They had to concentrate, peer through the red fog to only hit youkai and not each other.
//Where did these come from? I thought we killed them all earlier?//
"See, see! What shall I see?
A horse's head where his tail should be."
Hakkai started. He had heard something. Now it was gone again. All he could hear now was the animalistic growling of the youkai.
He fought carefully, not to blast Gojyo or Goku away. It was difficult enough to concentrate without hearing weird voices in his head.
"One for sorrow,
Two for joy,
Three for a girl,
Four for a boy,
Five for silver,
Six for gold,
Seven for a secret
Never to be told."
Again that voice. Yet there was no one around besides these youkai. Hakkai had to concentrate on fighting. He could ask the others afterwards, they might have heard it too.
//Maybe the owner of that voice will know where Sanzo is…//
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Rough hands on Sanzo's knees. His legs were being pushed apart. The marquis positioned himself between the priest's legs. He was huge and very ready. Sanzo felt like crying. He had never been this desperate before. Not only desperate, but on the very edge of panic too. He closed his eyes and pushed back the sobs, trying to replace his fear with anger. Fear would get him nowhere. Perhaps anger would give him new energy to fight back.
"At least let me see your fucking face," Sanzo hissed, "So I know who I will have to kill the next time we meet."
The marquis chuckled.
"Fine by me," he said and started unzipping his mask. He threw it away and smiled at Sanzo.
Sanzo screamed.
To be continued?
Stop reading if you don't like that sort of thing!
Chapter 4
Sanzo thought he would have fainted by now, but the marquis had his ways of keeping one conscious. He had that kind of power. The marquis loved to draw out the screams, see the pain in his victim's eyes. When it came to ways to humiliate or hurt a person he proved to be very inventive.
The priest's hands were tied behind his neck. He was lying on his back on the stone table, not able to move. The marquis had several unique tools in that box of his, Sanzo found out. Most of them he had never seen before or ever heard of. Not that it mattered. By now Sanzo knew that the sole purpose of any of them was to inflict pain.
First there was the very extensive collection of whips. The priest discovered soon that the marquis's favorite was a small one, with about nine lashes on it. The ends contained little, sharp pins. The marquis used it in a way they left all kinds of small wounds, none too deep or too serious, but still very painful.
Sanzo didn't know what irritated him more: the pain the whip caused, or the feeling of the marquis' hands on his body, smearing the blood, touching him from time to time in very intimate places. He cursed and hissed as those hands stroked his chest and started toying with his nipples. The marquis pinched the little pink buds until Sanzo arched his back in pain.
For a moment he turned around. That made Sanzo writhe even more. He knew the marquis was going to get something from that box of his. The uncertainty was driving the priest mad. As the marquis came back, he held a couple of clamps. Sanzo whimpered softly as they were fastened too tightly on his already abused nipples.
//Oh, please, let this be over soon. Either die or kill me,// He begged in his mind. The priest had never, ever been reduced to begging before. Right now he didn't care anymore. Anything to stop the pain would do. Why couldn't the others find him? They couldn't be that fucking dumb. Maybe they didn't want to find him. Then again, maybe he didn't want to be found like this. They probably would think he was too weak to defend himself. Couldn't have that happen. Sanzo wondered if his life would ever be the same again after this, if he got out of here alive, that is.
What bothered the priest the most, was that mask. He couldn't see the eyes, he just heard the giggles and that raspy voice. Faceless evil is probably the worst kind. One doesn't know what he is dealing with.
Suddenly Sanzo was pulled off the table and forced to his knees against the wall. He had stopped struggling by now. It was to no use anyway. As soon as he even thought of trying to defend himself, he was tortured in even more sadistic ways. As if the marquis could read his mind.
Sanzo tried not to look at the leather clasped demon. The marquis couldn't be human. No man could be this cruel. He couldn't be a youkai either. At least they would provide you with a quick death. Bloody, but quick nonetheless.
He heard something unzip. Sanzo knew what was coming. He wasn't that stupid. Sanzo took a deep breath. He was a priest for crying out loud! One didn't do this kind of thing to a priest!
He felt the tip of the marquis' cock touching his lips. When Sanzo didn't open his mouth, the marquis pushed his nails into the soft flesh of his cheeks, forcing his lips apart. Sanzo closed his eyes and drew in a shaky breath. He didn't want to look at it. Couldn't stand the thought of seeing another man's cock this close, from such a fucking vulnerable angle.
The marquis made him take all of it, right to the back of his throat. His hands buried in the priest's hair, keeping him upright and in position. Sanzo was sure he would suffocate, or that something would rip in his throat. It was too much. There was only disappointment to be still alive as he felt the marquis' hot seed spurted into his throat.
Sanzo whimpered and slumped to the ground as soon as the marquis let go of him. He retched, trying to get the marquis' filthy cum out of his body. How much more of this would he be able to take?
Then the marquis dragged him up to the table again.
@@@
It began not so long after the screaming had stopped. The sky started to change color. Red strands coming over the horizon, marring the black surface of night. Both colors began to twirl, black and red, like a monstrous, insane vortex.
Goku couldn't stop staring at it. He had never seen anything like that before.
"Hakkai, what's going on?" Gojyo asked, worry clear and present in his voice.
Hakkai shook his head. "I have no idea. This is…"
"A nightmare," Gojyo added.
"Maybe it is."
They looked back at the sky. Goku shivered for a moment.
"It looks like it's coming down."
"How the hell do we fight this thing?"
There was a red mist coming from the ruins of the old tower, creeping through the leaves of the kudzu. It started curling around their ankles. It grew thicker and thicker, until neither one of them could see the others anymore.
"Hakkai, Gojyo!" Goku screamed. There were shadows a bit further, but the boy couldn't be sure if it were the other two. It didn't *feel* like them.
Goku tried to scream their names again. There was no response.
The shadows came closer. They were taller than Gojyo or Hakkai, broader too. They smelled horribly.
//Youkai//
Goku took his rod and prepared himself for a fight.
Hakkai and Gojyo as well had been approached by those shadows. They couldn't see far because of the mist, so they had no idea how many of them were around.
They had to concentrate, peer through the red fog to only hit youkai and not each other.
//Where did these come from? I thought we killed them all earlier?//
"See, see! What shall I see?
A horse's head where his tail should be."
Hakkai started. He had heard something. Now it was gone again. All he could hear now was the animalistic growling of the youkai.
He fought carefully, not to blast Gojyo or Goku away. It was difficult enough to concentrate without hearing weird voices in his head.
"One for sorrow,
Two for joy,
Three for a girl,
Four for a boy,
Five for silver,
Six for gold,
Seven for a secret
Never to be told."
Again that voice. Yet there was no one around besides these youkai. Hakkai had to concentrate on fighting. He could ask the others afterwards, they might have heard it too.
//Maybe the owner of that voice will know where Sanzo is…//
@@@
Rough hands on Sanzo's knees. His legs were being pushed apart. The marquis positioned himself between the priest's legs. He was huge and very ready. Sanzo felt like crying. He had never been this desperate before. Not only desperate, but on the very edge of panic too. He closed his eyes and pushed back the sobs, trying to replace his fear with anger. Fear would get him nowhere. Perhaps anger would give him new energy to fight back.
"At least let me see your fucking face," Sanzo hissed, "So I know who I will have to kill the next time we meet."
The marquis chuckled.
"Fine by me," he said and started unzipping his mask. He threw it away and smiled at Sanzo.
Sanzo screamed.
To be continued?