InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Kajira ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: scarredbride 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Sci-fi / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.06.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Sci-fi / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.06.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
*Disclaimer: Sesshoumaru and characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi. Although this story is completely original and holds some original cast.*
Please go check out TheHentaiSisters fan fiction Deadly Desires on mediaminer.org or adultfanfiction.net.
Chapter 2:
As Kajira followed, they came upon two horses. Both of them were sleek and prime horseflesh that her village breeders would have been envious of. Expecting to walk once again next to the animals, she walked passed her new Master, Sesshoumaru. He merely raised an eloquent eyebrow at her as if he was amused by her behavior. Apparently she did not know that it was disrespectful to walk in front of her keeper. He would have to teach her what was allowed and not allowed between Master and slave.
“Girl. Stop right there.” Sesshoumaru spoke in a commanding voice. Raising her eyes to his, she merely snarled at him.
“I have a name. I am Kajira!” She said with emphasis. She was a respected warrior in her village and none ever treated her with such disdain.
“You will never speak to me in such a tone again unless we are alone slave. Even then I may not be lenient towards your insubordinate ways.” He came close to her as she back away suddenly afraid he would strike her. She had too many men hitting her in the last month, she did not want this one to start in less than a day’s time. “Now. Halt, and allow me to collar you before we leave. If I do not have you collared, then the other slaves will feel you are treated with favor and that I do not allow. You are lower than all my other slaves at this moment because you are new. I will allow my brother’s slave to explain more of their ways to you once we arrive.” He reached into his billowing robe like clothing and presented a simple steel collar with a lock and ring hanging off it.
“I will not wear such an atrocious thing. It makes me disgusted. I am not your slave Sesshoumaru. I am Kajira, a warrior in my village on Serria. I will never bow down to you or any other.” Kajira spoke with pride. In the back of her mind, she knew what she did was going to cause her death most likely. Yet she was not a slave nor ever would be for anyone. Man or beast!
“You are mistaken girl. Your weak warrior blood is why you are here now. We need more women, thus we take them from other planets and allow them to live here in peace as long as they SUBMIT!” He grabbed her hair and pulled it roughly. “You will bow down to me, because I am your Master, I am your superior! I own you until I tire of you or you die. Now, down on your knees slave. Or must I introduce you to punishment already?” He raged at her.
Kajira dropped to her knees, quaking in fear for once in her life. She had never seen such rage come forth in such a calm voice. “Yes Sesshoumaru.”
“Yes what slave?” He questioned sternly.
Cringing on the inside, she nodded in consent finally. Too tired from everything to keep fighting. “Yes, Master.”
Sesshoumaru smirked as she cast a small piece of herself to him already. He leaned down and placed the cold collar securely around her neck, before grasping it and raising her to him. She stared him straight in the eyes as he hoisted her up onto his mount. Placing her behind him, he grabbed her wrists and pulled them around his midsection, her body force to be flush against his. ‘Such a warm and soft body. She will do nicely in time.’ He thought to himself as he spurred his horse into motion.
***
As the rode through the desert like environment, Kajira saw barely any forms of life other than a few richly built homes. It was as though this place was barren, yet flourished at the same time. ‘All because of those poor females hard work most likely.’ She thought to herself. How could someone have created such a lifestyle? On her planet there were servants and even some slaves, but none were ever told to call their superiors Masters, or collared or chained to them.
When the horses began to slow, she glanced up ahead of her and saw the tremendous and almost royally attired mansion. It was much larger than all the other homes combined on their silent journey. The horses clattered unto a stone pathway, as two scantily clad women ran out from the house bowing down to one knee in submission to their lord. Neither one stood as Sesshoumaru dismounted first, then proceeded to lift her off and place her on her feet.
“Slaves, please take my newest addition to a room and make her comfortable. It has been a long trip for her, and I am sure she is tired. She is unused to our ways, so place her under a guard at once. I do not wish to see my latest prize lost. Understand women?” He spoke calmly with authority.
“Yes Master.” They replied in unison as they stood and took both of Kajira’s hands, gently urging her to follow them.
Once inside, Kajira nearly lost her breath. This place was more elaborate then the ruler’s domain from her own planet. The inside was painted by hand with pictures of women, dogs and devils, white and gold marbling etched throughout. In the center of the vast hall was a large spiral staircase, to the second floor. The stairs were of white marble with black and gold swirls throughout causing it to be the vocal point of the whole house it seemed.
It was there they were leading her, up those enormous stairs. They turned to the right and walked through a bamboo like material hanging as a door into a room hanging with wispy, sheer fabrics to walk through and a steaming bath causing a harem like effect. The room smelled of sage and Indian lilac an interesting combination to be sure. It caused relaxation and a female’s natural pheromones to come forth strongly.
“Master prefers to know the natural scents of his slaves before he assigns them to a duty. These oils bring them out so he can choose for you. If you have a pleasing scent he may choose you as his pleasure slave. Most of us, he does not desire other than for housework or menial chores. You do know he is not human right?” One of the girls spoke timidly, but with a slight undertone of authority.
“I had a feeling when I saw the marking and his eyes. That is besides the point, I am not human either so it makes no difference.” She turned to them. “What I want to know is why do you girls allow this anyway? I mean, don’t you want to choose for yourself who you will be and what you want?” Kajira asked curiously.
“Oh no. Women can’t survive without their Masters. They tell us what to think, make us earn what we wear and do only because we would never be able to do it ourselves. Slaves are here for one purpose and one purpose only. To serve our Masters. Which means to provide a clean home, bodily release and procreation. We were never meant to think and do things on our own. If we did, our world would cease to exist and we would be cast into hell.” The other girl spoke up as if explaining the obvious. “On occasion though, we do get away with idle gossip and things, but that is only because our Master is lenient enough to allow it.” She winked. “What do you mean that you are not human?”
“I am half human, half wolf. My father was human, but took my mother, a wolf demon as his wife. All I know is she was from another place and was outcast by our village long ago until he married her. She died giving birth to me.” Kajira explained to the two women, as they reached over to try and undo her clothing. “What are you doing? I do intend to get those back.”
“We must, Master order us to. Please do not fight us, we do not want to call the guards in. Just bathe and relax while we find something small to eat. You are hungry correct?” As if on cue, her stomach growled loudly. Giggling the one girl left as the other attended her in the bath.
“What is your name?” Kajira asked slightly blushing as the woman massaged oils into her private areas.
“Deena. Yet we are all called, woman, slave, and wench around here.” She laughed. “The other girl who was with us is Faye. We were both born here on Samtronia. That is this planet, it is a small, but advanced planet too. We stay primitive in our technology only because it is not a necessary thing honestly. The men use those space crafts and weapons only when traveling for or defending Samtronia.” She explained at the lack of technology in the home.
“Oh, so that’s what this place is called. Has it always been like this?” Kajira stood as Deena placed a towel around her dripping body.
“As far back as our history goes, yes.” Brushing her hair with what looked to be some sort of ivory comb, she smiled kindly. “Well you clean up nicely.” Deena complimented as she showed Kajira a full length mirror. She was wet, but spectacular looking. Her face had a slight blush and glow around her, and her wet jet black hair hung low and straight upon her back.
Faye returned soon after and smiled at her as well. She had a plate full of different fruits, some known and unknown to her. Partaking of only the fruits she recognized, Kajira listened as they cleaned up the bathing room, awaiting their Master to come see the new slave and provide them with orders of where she was to be placed. They did not have to wait long it seemed as his intimidating presence came closer and closer, until he pushed the curtains aside. Both Faye and Deena kneeled in front of him, while Kajira looked upon him with loathing, remaining seated on the comfortable plush cushions.
“Stand girl. I wish to inspect you and find where you will fit in my household.” Kajira, not wanting her new friends to get into trouble, listened, but did not answer him. She merely stared him straight in his eyes with fire.
Sesshoumaru glared back at his insubordinate slave with pleasure. Already her scent was pleasing and extremely arousing. He walked closer to her and began to remove her towel. When she jerked back as to fight him, he merely raised an eyebrow at her, as if telling her if she tried she would be reprimanded in front of the other slaves. With the towel removed he took his heated glance all around her body.
Her breasts were tanned gently as the rest of her body, but her pink nipples stood out against them all. Hardening slightly from the damp air surrounding them. Gently taking his hand down her back, she stiffened and could smell her fear laced with anger. Her buttocks were firm but soft, as was the rest of her tone body. She was almost what some would call perfection, yet there was only one small flaw upon her. On her back were marks, as though she was whipped at one time. Healing remedies or not, the trader’s must not have been able to remove all the signs of abuse from her skin. That thought made him cringe. “What did you do to receive such treatment?”
“I tried to escape, Master.” She said sarcastically.
“Slaves, leave us. Ask Ronnie to gather some clothing fit for my lowest ranking pleasure slave. They do not have to be richly attired, but merely passable. She will need to learn that if she wishes to be comfortable and respected here that she must earn those.” He looked at Kajira with a smirk when he heard her small gasp at his comment of pleasure slave.
“Yes Master Sesshoumaru.” Faye and Deena replied in unison. They bowed swiftly and walked out of the room.
“Now, I will have a woman named Kagome come and see you tomorrow and tell you what your duties will be. She is the head pleasure slave in my brother’s household. They stay here on occasion, but he prefers the more nomadic life, and travels throughout this land, taking her with him. They are due to arrive tonight, but I am sure you will not be in the mood for company. Stay here, there is a guard outside if you have any ideas of trying to escape. Before I take my leave though, I must test one thing.” He glided his clawed finger down to her stomach and began to inch lower, slowly and seductively. Strangely causing a small spark of fire deep within her. “I want to see if you taste as good as you smell.” He quickly dipped his finger into her warm, semi wet depths. When Kajira pushed against him with outrage, he released her. Bringing his finger to his mouth, he allowed his tongue to trace what little essence he could capture. “Just as I thought. Sweet as honey.”
Sesshoumaru swiftly turned and left as Kajira screamed her outrage and humiliation at him. When he was gone, she laid down and cried silently. Never in her life had anyone treated her with such disrespect to her person. Never in her life has anyone taken control of her by force, and never has any one man attracted her as much as he did, despite the fact she was his slave and he was now her Master.
Please go check out TheHentaiSisters fan fiction Deadly Desires on mediaminer.org or adultfanfiction.net.
Chapter 2:
As Kajira followed, they came upon two horses. Both of them were sleek and prime horseflesh that her village breeders would have been envious of. Expecting to walk once again next to the animals, she walked passed her new Master, Sesshoumaru. He merely raised an eloquent eyebrow at her as if he was amused by her behavior. Apparently she did not know that it was disrespectful to walk in front of her keeper. He would have to teach her what was allowed and not allowed between Master and slave.
“Girl. Stop right there.” Sesshoumaru spoke in a commanding voice. Raising her eyes to his, she merely snarled at him.
“I have a name. I am Kajira!” She said with emphasis. She was a respected warrior in her village and none ever treated her with such disdain.
“You will never speak to me in such a tone again unless we are alone slave. Even then I may not be lenient towards your insubordinate ways.” He came close to her as she back away suddenly afraid he would strike her. She had too many men hitting her in the last month, she did not want this one to start in less than a day’s time. “Now. Halt, and allow me to collar you before we leave. If I do not have you collared, then the other slaves will feel you are treated with favor and that I do not allow. You are lower than all my other slaves at this moment because you are new. I will allow my brother’s slave to explain more of their ways to you once we arrive.” He reached into his billowing robe like clothing and presented a simple steel collar with a lock and ring hanging off it.
“I will not wear such an atrocious thing. It makes me disgusted. I am not your slave Sesshoumaru. I am Kajira, a warrior in my village on Serria. I will never bow down to you or any other.” Kajira spoke with pride. In the back of her mind, she knew what she did was going to cause her death most likely. Yet she was not a slave nor ever would be for anyone. Man or beast!
“You are mistaken girl. Your weak warrior blood is why you are here now. We need more women, thus we take them from other planets and allow them to live here in peace as long as they SUBMIT!” He grabbed her hair and pulled it roughly. “You will bow down to me, because I am your Master, I am your superior! I own you until I tire of you or you die. Now, down on your knees slave. Or must I introduce you to punishment already?” He raged at her.
Kajira dropped to her knees, quaking in fear for once in her life. She had never seen such rage come forth in such a calm voice. “Yes Sesshoumaru.”
“Yes what slave?” He questioned sternly.
Cringing on the inside, she nodded in consent finally. Too tired from everything to keep fighting. “Yes, Master.”
Sesshoumaru smirked as she cast a small piece of herself to him already. He leaned down and placed the cold collar securely around her neck, before grasping it and raising her to him. She stared him straight in the eyes as he hoisted her up onto his mount. Placing her behind him, he grabbed her wrists and pulled them around his midsection, her body force to be flush against his. ‘Such a warm and soft body. She will do nicely in time.’ He thought to himself as he spurred his horse into motion.
***
As the rode through the desert like environment, Kajira saw barely any forms of life other than a few richly built homes. It was as though this place was barren, yet flourished at the same time. ‘All because of those poor females hard work most likely.’ She thought to herself. How could someone have created such a lifestyle? On her planet there were servants and even some slaves, but none were ever told to call their superiors Masters, or collared or chained to them.
When the horses began to slow, she glanced up ahead of her and saw the tremendous and almost royally attired mansion. It was much larger than all the other homes combined on their silent journey. The horses clattered unto a stone pathway, as two scantily clad women ran out from the house bowing down to one knee in submission to their lord. Neither one stood as Sesshoumaru dismounted first, then proceeded to lift her off and place her on her feet.
“Slaves, please take my newest addition to a room and make her comfortable. It has been a long trip for her, and I am sure she is tired. She is unused to our ways, so place her under a guard at once. I do not wish to see my latest prize lost. Understand women?” He spoke calmly with authority.
“Yes Master.” They replied in unison as they stood and took both of Kajira’s hands, gently urging her to follow them.
Once inside, Kajira nearly lost her breath. This place was more elaborate then the ruler’s domain from her own planet. The inside was painted by hand with pictures of women, dogs and devils, white and gold marbling etched throughout. In the center of the vast hall was a large spiral staircase, to the second floor. The stairs were of white marble with black and gold swirls throughout causing it to be the vocal point of the whole house it seemed.
It was there they were leading her, up those enormous stairs. They turned to the right and walked through a bamboo like material hanging as a door into a room hanging with wispy, sheer fabrics to walk through and a steaming bath causing a harem like effect. The room smelled of sage and Indian lilac an interesting combination to be sure. It caused relaxation and a female’s natural pheromones to come forth strongly.
“Master prefers to know the natural scents of his slaves before he assigns them to a duty. These oils bring them out so he can choose for you. If you have a pleasing scent he may choose you as his pleasure slave. Most of us, he does not desire other than for housework or menial chores. You do know he is not human right?” One of the girls spoke timidly, but with a slight undertone of authority.
“I had a feeling when I saw the marking and his eyes. That is besides the point, I am not human either so it makes no difference.” She turned to them. “What I want to know is why do you girls allow this anyway? I mean, don’t you want to choose for yourself who you will be and what you want?” Kajira asked curiously.
“Oh no. Women can’t survive without their Masters. They tell us what to think, make us earn what we wear and do only because we would never be able to do it ourselves. Slaves are here for one purpose and one purpose only. To serve our Masters. Which means to provide a clean home, bodily release and procreation. We were never meant to think and do things on our own. If we did, our world would cease to exist and we would be cast into hell.” The other girl spoke up as if explaining the obvious. “On occasion though, we do get away with idle gossip and things, but that is only because our Master is lenient enough to allow it.” She winked. “What do you mean that you are not human?”
“I am half human, half wolf. My father was human, but took my mother, a wolf demon as his wife. All I know is she was from another place and was outcast by our village long ago until he married her. She died giving birth to me.” Kajira explained to the two women, as they reached over to try and undo her clothing. “What are you doing? I do intend to get those back.”
“We must, Master order us to. Please do not fight us, we do not want to call the guards in. Just bathe and relax while we find something small to eat. You are hungry correct?” As if on cue, her stomach growled loudly. Giggling the one girl left as the other attended her in the bath.
“What is your name?” Kajira asked slightly blushing as the woman massaged oils into her private areas.
“Deena. Yet we are all called, woman, slave, and wench around here.” She laughed. “The other girl who was with us is Faye. We were both born here on Samtronia. That is this planet, it is a small, but advanced planet too. We stay primitive in our technology only because it is not a necessary thing honestly. The men use those space crafts and weapons only when traveling for or defending Samtronia.” She explained at the lack of technology in the home.
“Oh, so that’s what this place is called. Has it always been like this?” Kajira stood as Deena placed a towel around her dripping body.
“As far back as our history goes, yes.” Brushing her hair with what looked to be some sort of ivory comb, she smiled kindly. “Well you clean up nicely.” Deena complimented as she showed Kajira a full length mirror. She was wet, but spectacular looking. Her face had a slight blush and glow around her, and her wet jet black hair hung low and straight upon her back.
Faye returned soon after and smiled at her as well. She had a plate full of different fruits, some known and unknown to her. Partaking of only the fruits she recognized, Kajira listened as they cleaned up the bathing room, awaiting their Master to come see the new slave and provide them with orders of where she was to be placed. They did not have to wait long it seemed as his intimidating presence came closer and closer, until he pushed the curtains aside. Both Faye and Deena kneeled in front of him, while Kajira looked upon him with loathing, remaining seated on the comfortable plush cushions.
“Stand girl. I wish to inspect you and find where you will fit in my household.” Kajira, not wanting her new friends to get into trouble, listened, but did not answer him. She merely stared him straight in his eyes with fire.
Sesshoumaru glared back at his insubordinate slave with pleasure. Already her scent was pleasing and extremely arousing. He walked closer to her and began to remove her towel. When she jerked back as to fight him, he merely raised an eyebrow at her, as if telling her if she tried she would be reprimanded in front of the other slaves. With the towel removed he took his heated glance all around her body.
Her breasts were tanned gently as the rest of her body, but her pink nipples stood out against them all. Hardening slightly from the damp air surrounding them. Gently taking his hand down her back, she stiffened and could smell her fear laced with anger. Her buttocks were firm but soft, as was the rest of her tone body. She was almost what some would call perfection, yet there was only one small flaw upon her. On her back were marks, as though she was whipped at one time. Healing remedies or not, the trader’s must not have been able to remove all the signs of abuse from her skin. That thought made him cringe. “What did you do to receive such treatment?”
“I tried to escape, Master.” She said sarcastically.
“Slaves, leave us. Ask Ronnie to gather some clothing fit for my lowest ranking pleasure slave. They do not have to be richly attired, but merely passable. She will need to learn that if she wishes to be comfortable and respected here that she must earn those.” He looked at Kajira with a smirk when he heard her small gasp at his comment of pleasure slave.
“Yes Master Sesshoumaru.” Faye and Deena replied in unison. They bowed swiftly and walked out of the room.
“Now, I will have a woman named Kagome come and see you tomorrow and tell you what your duties will be. She is the head pleasure slave in my brother’s household. They stay here on occasion, but he prefers the more nomadic life, and travels throughout this land, taking her with him. They are due to arrive tonight, but I am sure you will not be in the mood for company. Stay here, there is a guard outside if you have any ideas of trying to escape. Before I take my leave though, I must test one thing.” He glided his clawed finger down to her stomach and began to inch lower, slowly and seductively. Strangely causing a small spark of fire deep within her. “I want to see if you taste as good as you smell.” He quickly dipped his finger into her warm, semi wet depths. When Kajira pushed against him with outrage, he released her. Bringing his finger to his mouth, he allowed his tongue to trace what little essence he could capture. “Just as I thought. Sweet as honey.”
Sesshoumaru swiftly turned and left as Kajira screamed her outrage and humiliation at him. When he was gone, she laid down and cried silently. Never in her life had anyone treated her with such disrespect to her person. Never in her life has anyone taken control of her by force, and never has any one man attracted her as much as he did, despite the fact she was his slave and he was now her Master.