InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Kajira ❯ Chapter 1
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By: scarredbride 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Sci-fi / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.01.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Sci-fi / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.01.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
Well everyone I realize Winter Hearts isn’t done. It looks like it is going to sit on the shelf until I can get all these other ideas out of my mind. Perhaps that’s what is causing a block, too many other ideas and thoughts unrelated to it. Well anyway. This is my first time writing an AU also with an OC that I created. As always its going to be a Dominant Sesshoumaru. If any of you know about Gorean at all, perhaps you can help me with this story. Thanks.
Oh and please take a look at Deadly Desires, by TheHentaiSisters, which is Amyfushigiyugi and my's joint Ayashi no Ceres project. It is availble on AFF and Mediaminer.org.
*Disclaimer: Sesshoumaru and characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi. Although this story is completely original and holds some original cast.*
Chapter 1:
Kajira opened her luminous eyes again squinting at the bright light,as the dry wind blew her raven tresses around her heartshaped face. It has been the first time she had seen something other than the stars passing by her in the dank cargo ship. Yes, cargo. Her native world attacked. For what exactly she did not know though. All she knew was about a month ago her life had changed suddenly and drastically.
~flashback~
“Kajira! Wake up honey. You need to run and hide with the other village women now! I love you dear, but run please!” Her father had shaken her awake with urgency. Kajira could hear others outside and what sounded like screaming, crying and buildings crumbling.
“Father, please. Let me stay and fight. I don’t want to leave you alone.” Kajira quickly donned her primitive clothing and weapons of spears. She began to run for the door, prepared to do battle.
Her father grabbed her arm roughly. He could see the determination in his daughter’s bright purple eyes. She was raised to be a warrior. Raised to take his place in the village when the time came of his passing. “No Kajira, not this time please. If you want to help, gather the women. We must hurry. Do not disobey me in this!” Her father spoke with reverence. “Now go!” He pushed her through the hut’s back doorway.
Outside of the hut, she turned to see many of her village’s homes ablaze, smoke and heat permeating from around her. She saw a frightened woman huddled behind a bush, her buckskin dress burned slightly. Walking slowly towards her she noticed it was her friend. “Where is your husband Lelona?”
“De..dead!” She cried out hysterically. Suddenly her eyes went wide, and she screamed. As Kajira turned she saw a large man standing before her. Grasping her spear and standing in her battle stance, he came towards her. Kajira fought with all her might to try and down the beast of a man. She had yet to gain the advantage when she heard a scream from behind her.
Lelona screamed again in pain. Kajira lost her focus for a moment and turned to see another man of about the same size as her opponent was dragging her by the scruff of her neck on the rough ground as she kicked and screamed relentlessly. The man hauled her up to him and punched her in the stomach causing her to pass out.
“Lelona!” Kajira screamed towards the woman as something hard came crashing against her own skull turning the red haze of the sky to black. She slumped onto the ground as the man picked her up and walked towards his comrade, a grin on his face.
~End Flashback~
This was where she had awoken. Surrounded by the many women, young and old from the village. All of them bound with coarse rope to one another around the waist. They had been fed little on the journey, and even a few times one of the guards would untie them and remove one of the girls for who knows what. Normally she never returned, or if she did, was battered and bruised.
More than once Kajira had tried to fight and escape. She even managed to move the rope high enough around her body which had lost weight from malnutrition. Chewing through the rope as everyone slept one night was the closest she came to escaping. Several guards had been injured that night, before she was subdued. As always she was captured and flogged in front of everyone to make a point, yet she never gave up. Lelona tried to tell her not to fight them, that it was useless. The guards finally became tired of her attempts to escape and secured her in a separate cell.
“Kajira, where are we?” Lelona nudged her friend slightly bringing her out of her daze. Kajira had been put back in line with the other women when they landed. The guards had told them they needed to bathe the stink from their bodies before they could be presented. Kajira did not care one way or another why they needed to bathe, she felt disgusted by the stench of sickness and body odors clinging to her.
Shrugging silently to her friend, they felt the rope pull around their midsection and cinch. Shifting out of line slightly she gazed a large pool of water up ahead. ‘Ah, fresh water!’ She thought into her mind. “Get back in line bitch!” A guard came and pushed her harshly back into the line.
Kajira always the headstrong woman she was, pretended she tripped and slammed into the guard knocking him to the ground. “Fucking cunt! You will pay for that.” He stood up and brushed the dust off his cloth pants. He held up a hand to halt the precession of women to the water. Undoing her ropes from around her body, he jerked her head back by the hair, and pinned her arms behind her back, before tying another rope around them. Securely binding her in a vulnerable position.
The man pushed her towards the front of the line where the water was, kicking her every once in awhile to the ground, screaming obscenities to her. By the time he threw her into the chilled, but clean water, she was covered with blood and dirt. The man followed her in as she came gasping up for air, choking slightly on the water. “You want to be the willful little bitch, fine! We will just make you our special of the day. Here clean up.” He shoved her under the water harshly causing her to lose her breath as she gasped in several amounts of water. He brought her back up and slapped her across the face when she began to gurgle up water from before.
“Whore-son!” Kajira managed to scream out at him before he dunked her once again. Thankfully she managed to hold her breath, as she felt his rough hands scrubbing the filth from her hair and body. More than once he intentionally pinched her in sensitive places. She was quickly losing her breath when he finally hauled her up against him one last time, and another man came forth dumping some kind of perfumed oil over her body.
Once the man was satisfied, he grinned with his rotten teeth showing at her. “Time for a long walk bitch.” He dragged her away from all the others, as Lelona stared at her with pitiful eyes.
“We will see each other again Lelona. I promise you.” Kajira yelled out when the man took her and shoved her towards a horse drawn cart, tying her to the side, forcing her to walk while soaking wet with the animal.
*****
About two hours later, her feet were torn and bloodied. At least her body and clothing was dry though from the hot sun. She hadn’t even cried out once for him to stop, and kept her head high with pride. The cart stopped thankfully, and she was untied. As the guard ushered her, she became aware of her surroundings. Small buildings made of wood and stone made a town like effect. It was some kind of market place. There were horses and carts everywhere along with men. Plenty of large, dominating men. Only once or twice did she see a woman following on a chain behind them, carrying what looked to be food or some other items.
Being jerked to attention, she was led into a dark house, smoke so thick it caused her eyes to burn and water. Her chest to feel as though she was suffocating for fresh air. Another man who was aged came over to her, a candle held close to her face, as he examined it. He used a metal instrument to move wounds from side to side, gauging how deep they were. “She is rough looking, but these can be taken care of quickly. Bring her to the backroom so I can fix her up. Then she can be placed on display. Do you have a name girl?”
Tempted to spit in his face, Kajira nodded slowly. Despite he was in league with these horrible men, he at least showed her some respect and was going to heal her wounds. “Kajira.” She spoke softly.
“Very well, write that down slave.” He glanced over to the small girl behind a counter, holding parchment. Kajira had not even noticed she was there, she was so timid and small.
“Yes Master. Master, what cell for the records?” She asked hesitantly as if afraid for speaking the simple question.
“Cell three, slave. Do not speak again. Do you find me so incompetent not to tell you?” The girl only shook her head in denial before, casting her eyes downward in as if submissively asking for forgiveness. “Good. Come with me woman.”
She was led behind the older man to a small but clean room. The air far less oppressive then before. She was forced to lay on a table, and strapped down spread eagle. “Do not be afraid, all the women must come here and be checked for quality and healed. Now just relax while I take a look down here.” He pushed on her abdomen so she got his point. “To see how well used you are.”
“Bastard, get off me! I thought you just wanted to treat my wounds, you fucking pervert.” Kajira screamed and tried to buck but being restrained caused her more pain than it did with deflecting the probing hands. Turning her head to the side, she felt tears of humiliation as he studied her intimate areas.
“Now that wasn’t so bad was it? She is pure. Makes her even more valuable.” He nodded to the man who had brought her here. “Okay the worst is over, I am putting some cream upon your body that will heal your wounds and cause the bruises to fade nicely within a few hours.” He spoke softly as though talking to a wild animal trying to calm it with the sound of his voice.
Gently he rubbed in a mint scented cream, it caused her cuts to tingle slightly as her body felt enflamed but relaxed at the same time. The scent became so intoxicating she felt her eyes wanting to drift shut, but she tried keep them open. The voices around her were becoming distorted, and the faces blurry. Unable to withstand it any longer, she passed out from the drug mixed in with the restorative.
*****
When Kajira finally awoke, she felt warm and fuzzy. Not wanting to open her eyes yet she curled on the soft mattress under her and felt the clean breeze against her skin. Suddenly she heard several voices. Snapping her eyes open, she nearly screamed from surprise. There she was in a small cell consisting only of the bed, men staring in at her, grinning lustfully.
“Oh look, its awake. How precious. Poor thing is scared. Hey honey, come here. I won’t hurt you, I just want to pet you.” A man said seductively.
“Bite me!” She spit out trying to find any way she could hide, or escape from these maniacs.
“Oh feisty little bitch aren’t we? Too bad, I want my slave already submissive to me.” He waved a hand to his comrades. “Pity. The bitch was beautiful and untouched they say. Damn lucky for the man who actually has the patience to tame her.” He laughed to his friends as he walked away to stare at the other newcomer slaves.
‘Slave? Is that why they were brought here?’ Kajira wondered.
Several times men came by her station to look at her and several times she lashed out at them until they left. She may have been the showcase of the evening due to her beauty and virgin body, but none wanted to tame such a wild one. They were too used to their slaves already being ready to serve their every need and knowing their places amongst men.
She sat until well in the evening wondering what was to become of her. The market looked almost vacant as the men had purchased their flesh that day. She had seen Lelona for a brief moment hauled as she was hauled away in a cart, another one of the village women next to her, both with downcast eyes. Kajira felt tears prick at her eyes. She was alone. Her father and friends gone. Stranded on a strange world with strange ways.
“Who is this?” A deep masculine voice said. Looking up Kajira nearly lost her breath at the handsome man in front of her. His eloquent face, with sharp nose, contrasting its beauty. He had piercing golden eyes, and long flowing silver gilt hair. What caught her off guard though was the strange purple crescent moon upon his forehead.
“Um, Kajira, Sir. You would not want her Sir. Many of the men today were saying about her fiery temper. She does no know her place. Let us look elsewhere.” A small green looking creature said next to him.
“Hold your opinions to yourself Jaken. I only asked who this was.” He glowered down at the servant. Bringing his glance back to her, “Girl, come.” He said simply. When she did not obey him, he merely said again in a more forceful tone. “Come girl, or shall I get the traders to come and force you to me?”
Slowly she walked for the first time to the front of the cell. Close enough for him to inspect her. “Go get the trader now Jaken, I wish to see her closer without these bars invading my view.” As the little servant scurried away to do his Master’s bidding, the man gazed upon the beauty before him.
Despite her battered, but revealing clothing he could tell she was filled out in all the right places, being just on the edge of womanhood. Long black hair fell to her waist and a few shorter wisps cupped her face tenderly. Yet what drew him most was her eyes. They were the strangest color he had ever seen. A dark purple, mixed with a spark too long forgotten in most women. Something he named as spirit and willfulness.
“Yes, Sesshoumaru-sama?” The man who had brought her here earlier asked with respect.
“Bring her out. I wish to see why you priced her so highly.” He stepped back and allowed the man to unlock the door. Grasping her harshly by the wrist, he dragged her before the man called Sesshoumaru and forced her to her knees.
Leaning down slightly, Sesshoumaru took in her full luscious body. He brought his hand to her face and was surprised when she did not flinch away from his touch as most of the women he had seen today. Gently he took his thumb over her generous lips. Suddenly sharp little teeth bit into him. He jerked his hand away quickly, as the tradesman smacked her on the back of the head.
“How dare you bite him! Stupid woman, you really must wish death.” He was about to hit her again when a clawed hand gripped his wrist tightly.
“It would not be wise to hit my property. Here is your money.” Sesshoumaru growled as he dropped the bag of gold coins on the ground. “Come.” Was all he said to Kajira as he turned and began to walk away.
“Sesshoumaru-sama! You can not be serious. This slave will turn all your others into willful little whores.” Jaken scrambled after his lord.
“Good, then for once I may not get bored. Girl, I said come!” He bellowed out when he noticed she was still kneeling in the dirt. When she did not make a move, he walked over and forced her up. He saw the hatred in her eyes, and knew he had chosen well. He needed some good sport and entertainment and here she was.
“I have a name.” Kajira ground out at him. When he brought his face nose to nose with hers, she saw some strange emotion flicker in his golden eyes.
“Kajira, yes I know. Come girl.” He stated calmly once again.
Angered beyond all reason at his treatment of her, she spit into his face. “Bastard. I am not a slave!” Suddenly a hand was wrapped around her throat, and she felt his sharp claws dig into her.
“You are a slave, and will learn your place quickly. I may have chosen you for your spirit but will not be disrespected. You will call me Master from now on and will obey me. You understand slave?” He spoke with rage as he brought his other hand up to his face and wiped away her spittle.
“Yes Master.” Kajira choked out, barely able to breathe. He relinquished his hold upon her, and she crumpled to the ground.
“Now. Come.” He said once more, his patience wearing thin. Kajira slowly got to her feet and followed him, but unlike the other women, she did not cast her gaze down. She held her head up proudly as though she was an equal. Glancing back at her, he chuckled to himself. She had a lot to learn, and by gods, he was going to enjoy every minute of it.
~~~~~
Please please please review! I really need to know if I should continue this or if I should just put it away on my cd of original stories and change the names. Thanks!
Oh and please take a look at Deadly Desires, by TheHentaiSisters, which is Amyfushigiyugi and my's joint Ayashi no Ceres project. It is availble on AFF and Mediaminer.org.
*Disclaimer: Sesshoumaru and characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi. Although this story is completely original and holds some original cast.*
Chapter 1:
Kajira opened her luminous eyes again squinting at the bright light,as the dry wind blew her raven tresses around her heartshaped face. It has been the first time she had seen something other than the stars passing by her in the dank cargo ship. Yes, cargo. Her native world attacked. For what exactly she did not know though. All she knew was about a month ago her life had changed suddenly and drastically.
~flashback~
“Kajira! Wake up honey. You need to run and hide with the other village women now! I love you dear, but run please!” Her father had shaken her awake with urgency. Kajira could hear others outside and what sounded like screaming, crying and buildings crumbling.
“Father, please. Let me stay and fight. I don’t want to leave you alone.” Kajira quickly donned her primitive clothing and weapons of spears. She began to run for the door, prepared to do battle.
Her father grabbed her arm roughly. He could see the determination in his daughter’s bright purple eyes. She was raised to be a warrior. Raised to take his place in the village when the time came of his passing. “No Kajira, not this time please. If you want to help, gather the women. We must hurry. Do not disobey me in this!” Her father spoke with reverence. “Now go!” He pushed her through the hut’s back doorway.
Outside of the hut, she turned to see many of her village’s homes ablaze, smoke and heat permeating from around her. She saw a frightened woman huddled behind a bush, her buckskin dress burned slightly. Walking slowly towards her she noticed it was her friend. “Where is your husband Lelona?”
“De..dead!” She cried out hysterically. Suddenly her eyes went wide, and she screamed. As Kajira turned she saw a large man standing before her. Grasping her spear and standing in her battle stance, he came towards her. Kajira fought with all her might to try and down the beast of a man. She had yet to gain the advantage when she heard a scream from behind her.
Lelona screamed again in pain. Kajira lost her focus for a moment and turned to see another man of about the same size as her opponent was dragging her by the scruff of her neck on the rough ground as she kicked and screamed relentlessly. The man hauled her up to him and punched her in the stomach causing her to pass out.
“Lelona!” Kajira screamed towards the woman as something hard came crashing against her own skull turning the red haze of the sky to black. She slumped onto the ground as the man picked her up and walked towards his comrade, a grin on his face.
~End Flashback~
This was where she had awoken. Surrounded by the many women, young and old from the village. All of them bound with coarse rope to one another around the waist. They had been fed little on the journey, and even a few times one of the guards would untie them and remove one of the girls for who knows what. Normally she never returned, or if she did, was battered and bruised.
More than once Kajira had tried to fight and escape. She even managed to move the rope high enough around her body which had lost weight from malnutrition. Chewing through the rope as everyone slept one night was the closest she came to escaping. Several guards had been injured that night, before she was subdued. As always she was captured and flogged in front of everyone to make a point, yet she never gave up. Lelona tried to tell her not to fight them, that it was useless. The guards finally became tired of her attempts to escape and secured her in a separate cell.
“Kajira, where are we?” Lelona nudged her friend slightly bringing her out of her daze. Kajira had been put back in line with the other women when they landed. The guards had told them they needed to bathe the stink from their bodies before they could be presented. Kajira did not care one way or another why they needed to bathe, she felt disgusted by the stench of sickness and body odors clinging to her.
Shrugging silently to her friend, they felt the rope pull around their midsection and cinch. Shifting out of line slightly she gazed a large pool of water up ahead. ‘Ah, fresh water!’ She thought into her mind. “Get back in line bitch!” A guard came and pushed her harshly back into the line.
Kajira always the headstrong woman she was, pretended she tripped and slammed into the guard knocking him to the ground. “Fucking cunt! You will pay for that.” He stood up and brushed the dust off his cloth pants. He held up a hand to halt the precession of women to the water. Undoing her ropes from around her body, he jerked her head back by the hair, and pinned her arms behind her back, before tying another rope around them. Securely binding her in a vulnerable position.
The man pushed her towards the front of the line where the water was, kicking her every once in awhile to the ground, screaming obscenities to her. By the time he threw her into the chilled, but clean water, she was covered with blood and dirt. The man followed her in as she came gasping up for air, choking slightly on the water. “You want to be the willful little bitch, fine! We will just make you our special of the day. Here clean up.” He shoved her under the water harshly causing her to lose her breath as she gasped in several amounts of water. He brought her back up and slapped her across the face when she began to gurgle up water from before.
“Whore-son!” Kajira managed to scream out at him before he dunked her once again. Thankfully she managed to hold her breath, as she felt his rough hands scrubbing the filth from her hair and body. More than once he intentionally pinched her in sensitive places. She was quickly losing her breath when he finally hauled her up against him one last time, and another man came forth dumping some kind of perfumed oil over her body.
Once the man was satisfied, he grinned with his rotten teeth showing at her. “Time for a long walk bitch.” He dragged her away from all the others, as Lelona stared at her with pitiful eyes.
“We will see each other again Lelona. I promise you.” Kajira yelled out when the man took her and shoved her towards a horse drawn cart, tying her to the side, forcing her to walk while soaking wet with the animal.
*****
About two hours later, her feet were torn and bloodied. At least her body and clothing was dry though from the hot sun. She hadn’t even cried out once for him to stop, and kept her head high with pride. The cart stopped thankfully, and she was untied. As the guard ushered her, she became aware of her surroundings. Small buildings made of wood and stone made a town like effect. It was some kind of market place. There were horses and carts everywhere along with men. Plenty of large, dominating men. Only once or twice did she see a woman following on a chain behind them, carrying what looked to be food or some other items.
Being jerked to attention, she was led into a dark house, smoke so thick it caused her eyes to burn and water. Her chest to feel as though she was suffocating for fresh air. Another man who was aged came over to her, a candle held close to her face, as he examined it. He used a metal instrument to move wounds from side to side, gauging how deep they were. “She is rough looking, but these can be taken care of quickly. Bring her to the backroom so I can fix her up. Then she can be placed on display. Do you have a name girl?”
Tempted to spit in his face, Kajira nodded slowly. Despite he was in league with these horrible men, he at least showed her some respect and was going to heal her wounds. “Kajira.” She spoke softly.
“Very well, write that down slave.” He glanced over to the small girl behind a counter, holding parchment. Kajira had not even noticed she was there, she was so timid and small.
“Yes Master. Master, what cell for the records?” She asked hesitantly as if afraid for speaking the simple question.
“Cell three, slave. Do not speak again. Do you find me so incompetent not to tell you?” The girl only shook her head in denial before, casting her eyes downward in as if submissively asking for forgiveness. “Good. Come with me woman.”
She was led behind the older man to a small but clean room. The air far less oppressive then before. She was forced to lay on a table, and strapped down spread eagle. “Do not be afraid, all the women must come here and be checked for quality and healed. Now just relax while I take a look down here.” He pushed on her abdomen so she got his point. “To see how well used you are.”
“Bastard, get off me! I thought you just wanted to treat my wounds, you fucking pervert.” Kajira screamed and tried to buck but being restrained caused her more pain than it did with deflecting the probing hands. Turning her head to the side, she felt tears of humiliation as he studied her intimate areas.
“Now that wasn’t so bad was it? She is pure. Makes her even more valuable.” He nodded to the man who had brought her here. “Okay the worst is over, I am putting some cream upon your body that will heal your wounds and cause the bruises to fade nicely within a few hours.” He spoke softly as though talking to a wild animal trying to calm it with the sound of his voice.
Gently he rubbed in a mint scented cream, it caused her cuts to tingle slightly as her body felt enflamed but relaxed at the same time. The scent became so intoxicating she felt her eyes wanting to drift shut, but she tried keep them open. The voices around her were becoming distorted, and the faces blurry. Unable to withstand it any longer, she passed out from the drug mixed in with the restorative.
*****
When Kajira finally awoke, she felt warm and fuzzy. Not wanting to open her eyes yet she curled on the soft mattress under her and felt the clean breeze against her skin. Suddenly she heard several voices. Snapping her eyes open, she nearly screamed from surprise. There she was in a small cell consisting only of the bed, men staring in at her, grinning lustfully.
“Oh look, its awake. How precious. Poor thing is scared. Hey honey, come here. I won’t hurt you, I just want to pet you.” A man said seductively.
“Bite me!” She spit out trying to find any way she could hide, or escape from these maniacs.
“Oh feisty little bitch aren’t we? Too bad, I want my slave already submissive to me.” He waved a hand to his comrades. “Pity. The bitch was beautiful and untouched they say. Damn lucky for the man who actually has the patience to tame her.” He laughed to his friends as he walked away to stare at the other newcomer slaves.
‘Slave? Is that why they were brought here?’ Kajira wondered.
Several times men came by her station to look at her and several times she lashed out at them until they left. She may have been the showcase of the evening due to her beauty and virgin body, but none wanted to tame such a wild one. They were too used to their slaves already being ready to serve their every need and knowing their places amongst men.
She sat until well in the evening wondering what was to become of her. The market looked almost vacant as the men had purchased their flesh that day. She had seen Lelona for a brief moment hauled as she was hauled away in a cart, another one of the village women next to her, both with downcast eyes. Kajira felt tears prick at her eyes. She was alone. Her father and friends gone. Stranded on a strange world with strange ways.
“Who is this?” A deep masculine voice said. Looking up Kajira nearly lost her breath at the handsome man in front of her. His eloquent face, with sharp nose, contrasting its beauty. He had piercing golden eyes, and long flowing silver gilt hair. What caught her off guard though was the strange purple crescent moon upon his forehead.
“Um, Kajira, Sir. You would not want her Sir. Many of the men today were saying about her fiery temper. She does no know her place. Let us look elsewhere.” A small green looking creature said next to him.
“Hold your opinions to yourself Jaken. I only asked who this was.” He glowered down at the servant. Bringing his glance back to her, “Girl, come.” He said simply. When she did not obey him, he merely said again in a more forceful tone. “Come girl, or shall I get the traders to come and force you to me?”
Slowly she walked for the first time to the front of the cell. Close enough for him to inspect her. “Go get the trader now Jaken, I wish to see her closer without these bars invading my view.” As the little servant scurried away to do his Master’s bidding, the man gazed upon the beauty before him.
Despite her battered, but revealing clothing he could tell she was filled out in all the right places, being just on the edge of womanhood. Long black hair fell to her waist and a few shorter wisps cupped her face tenderly. Yet what drew him most was her eyes. They were the strangest color he had ever seen. A dark purple, mixed with a spark too long forgotten in most women. Something he named as spirit and willfulness.
“Yes, Sesshoumaru-sama?” The man who had brought her here earlier asked with respect.
“Bring her out. I wish to see why you priced her so highly.” He stepped back and allowed the man to unlock the door. Grasping her harshly by the wrist, he dragged her before the man called Sesshoumaru and forced her to her knees.
Leaning down slightly, Sesshoumaru took in her full luscious body. He brought his hand to her face and was surprised when she did not flinch away from his touch as most of the women he had seen today. Gently he took his thumb over her generous lips. Suddenly sharp little teeth bit into him. He jerked his hand away quickly, as the tradesman smacked her on the back of the head.
“How dare you bite him! Stupid woman, you really must wish death.” He was about to hit her again when a clawed hand gripped his wrist tightly.
“It would not be wise to hit my property. Here is your money.” Sesshoumaru growled as he dropped the bag of gold coins on the ground. “Come.” Was all he said to Kajira as he turned and began to walk away.
“Sesshoumaru-sama! You can not be serious. This slave will turn all your others into willful little whores.” Jaken scrambled after his lord.
“Good, then for once I may not get bored. Girl, I said come!” He bellowed out when he noticed she was still kneeling in the dirt. When she did not make a move, he walked over and forced her up. He saw the hatred in her eyes, and knew he had chosen well. He needed some good sport and entertainment and here she was.
“I have a name.” Kajira ground out at him. When he brought his face nose to nose with hers, she saw some strange emotion flicker in his golden eyes.
“Kajira, yes I know. Come girl.” He stated calmly once again.
Angered beyond all reason at his treatment of her, she spit into his face. “Bastard. I am not a slave!” Suddenly a hand was wrapped around her throat, and she felt his sharp claws dig into her.
“You are a slave, and will learn your place quickly. I may have chosen you for your spirit but will not be disrespected. You will call me Master from now on and will obey me. You understand slave?” He spoke with rage as he brought his other hand up to his face and wiped away her spittle.
“Yes Master.” Kajira choked out, barely able to breathe. He relinquished his hold upon her, and she crumpled to the ground.
“Now. Come.” He said once more, his patience wearing thin. Kajira slowly got to her feet and followed him, but unlike the other women, she did not cast her gaze down. She held her head up proudly as though she was an equal. Glancing back at her, he chuckled to himself. She had a lot to learn, and by gods, he was going to enjoy every minute of it.
~~~~~
Please please please review! I really need to know if I should continue this or if I should just put it away on my cd of original stories and change the names. Thanks!