InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ New Dawn ❯ Capture ( Chapter 18 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Sesshomaru or anyone else from the hit anime/manga series. Rumiko Takahashi does. I do own all OC's and plot in this story.

 

XXX! THERE IS A SCENE OF VIOLENCE TOWARD WOMEN AND RAPE AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER!THIS WARNING WILL BE REPEATED WHEN THAT SCENE BEGINS! XXX

 

Author notes: I know it isn't like me to put author notes at the top but since the last scene is one some readers might what to avoid reading I decided to place the end notes up here so they wouldn't have to skip down.

 

Silver-head angel and Daiymo no Taisho thank you for reviewing. I know I went a long time without updating anything. I wasn't even sure I was going to even get back to this one.

 

I finally have an ending in mind for this story so I now actually have an idea of where it is going. Something I didn't have before, particularly two years ago.

 

Next chapter: Sesshomaru is going to kick-ass and do so with his shirt on, sorry girls, while remaining mostly sane. I think… ;-)

Chapter 18: Capture

 

The ride of endless thrills came to a climatic end when the vehicle finally lost control. However, even Kira recognized the sudden jerk and dip of the hover car as a sign that it wasn't the fault of Sesshomaru's poor driving skills. One of the four hover engines whined and exploded while they were driving down a thoroughfare, a straight path that even Sesshomaru could manage without threat of death. The corner dropped and the vehicle began spinning as the dog demon struggled in vain to control the damaged car. It careened into a building and Kira wasn't sure if it were luck or skill that allowed the rear of the vehicle to hit first. It would have been the end of them had struck head-on. Once it crashed, it dropped nose first to the ground.

 

The hover car groaned as it tipped forward and Kira barely registered the lethal fall before Sesshomaru grabbed her around the waist and leapt clear. It fell twenty feet to the ground. The nose crunched up and the whole then flipped onto its back crushing the passenger compartment. Sesshomaru touched down as light as a feather thirty feet from the vehicle as it burst into flames. He didn't put Kira down as he looked around.

 

 

Kira wondered if she should be protesting his holding her; especially since he was holding her like a sack. Sesshomaru's tense expression changed her mind. She glanced around as well but saw no one. His senses were far superior to hers so she patiently waited for him to do something. She didn't want to distract him if it turned out to be a threat. Kira didn't believe the car had spontaneously failed.

 

Sesshomaru jerked without warning then collapsed. Kira yelled as she dropped to the ground. She rose and turned toward the dog demon and gasped; four metals barbs were imbedded into his neck. Other than a few twitches from his fingers and eyelids he didn't move at all. She pulled her gun from its holster ready to do battle with the attacker but froze when she sensed someone step behind her.

 

“I didn't know how your body would react to the stun barbs and since I'm not supposed to kill you I didn't shoot you,” said a female voice. A hand struck her in the back of the neck and she fell to the ground unconscious. The last thing she heard was the woman's voice as it continued to speak. “This seems to be enough to keep you from causing any further trouble.”

 

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Aetna stared down at her prey. She had been uncertain in sabotaging the hover engine when it went by. The dog demon was worthless if he was dead and she had promised Dune the woman. However, the dog demon had performed well in saving himself and the female. She had had to take her time when aiming the stun gun; the dog demon had been on guard from the moment he left the vehicle. She knew the slightest mistake would tip him off to her location and something told her it would not be a mistake she would survive. Still it had gone well. She had her prize and soon Dune would have his. She raised her radio and called Edward. Her young partner soon appeared with her assault craft and landed next to them.

 

“You got him!” cried Edward. “I got worried when I saw the smoke.”

 

“His extremely agile and quick,” she replied. “Toss me the restrictors, the strongest set, make that two sets! I don't want to be surprised by him.”

 

“Sure thing, Aetna!” said Edward then he dove into the storage compartment and began digging through it. “How about a constrictor as well?” he asked, his muffled voice coming from within the hovercraft.

 

“Perfect,” replied Aetna, leveling her stun gun on the dog demon in case he started to stir. She didn't know how long he would stay under. The cast majority of her equipment was for capturing humans not demons. Edward brought the required equipment out and walked toward Aetna. She holstered her gun and took the restrictors.

 

The restrictors were thick cuffs that were bound together. They wouldn't allow a person's hands to be tied behind them but it electrocuted the prisoner if they tried to break or tamper with them. They would only release with the proper fingerprint from the owner. The shock wasn't enough to kill but it was designed to be extremely painful. The charged increased the longer a person fought with it and every new shock was the same as where it ended. Thus it adjusted for a person's pain resistance. It could also be manually set by the owner if the prisoner was already understood to be very resistant to pain. The cuffs would then adjust from there.

 

Aetna placed one set on the demon's wrists and the other around his ankles. He wouldn't be able to walk but he also wouldn't be able to run. She set the charge to maximum believing he would be very resistant and not wanting him to break the restrictors before they could adjust on their own. When worn in pairs like this the restrictors could signal each other. If he tried to break one pair the other would shock him as well. She then picked up the constrictor.

 

The constrictor was a more torturous device that she used only in extreme cases. It was an item that was used in sync with the restrictor. It had two loops; one that strapped around the neck, the other strapped around the waist. Connecting the two rings was a flexible spine that ran alone a person's spine that bent and moved with them. Attached to the spine were branches with colored circles at the ends. When placed on a person the colored circles would fall over certain spots along the prisoner's back. The constrictor had no power source of its own but when a restrictor was set off it absorbed the electric charge. Then that charge would power the circles which either burned or drilled into the prisoner's back. The wounds were never deep but the pain they caused pacified the most determined of prisoners.

 

Aetna knew how well it worked on stubborn human bounties but not on demons. Demons were notoriously pain resistant and she had a feeling this one might be more so than most. I'll just have to hope this will hold him until I can deliver him to Augustus, she thought as she placed the constrictor on to the unconscious demon.

 

“Now let's give this girl to Dune and be on our way,” said Aetna. She dragged the dog demon to the vehicle and tossed him in the specially modified backseat and chained him to the floor. Edward dragged the young woman and put her in with him after tossing the gun away and patting her down for more weapons. They closed the compartment then hopped into the front and drove away.

 

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The first thing Sesshomaru noticed when he regained consciousness was that his movement was severely limited. The next was that Kira was lying on top of him not moving at all. He heard the irritating hum of hover engines and wondered where he was. He didn't like how things looked or felt. The floor shook and the engines fell quiet. They had arrived at whatever location they had been heading to.

 

He tried to move again and failed. He knew the feather weight Kira was not responsible for his lack of movement but couldn't figure out what was. The ceiling opened up and three faces appeared in the moonlight as well as their scents; two humans and one irritatingly familiar dog.

 

“Hey, looky there, da bitch-boy is awake,” said Dune.

 

“I didn't hit the female with anything beyond the side of my hand. She should be fine. Interesting that he woke first when he was hit hardest,” said the brunette human woman.

 

“That's okay, it woulda been a big problem if she had awoken before I gots her back to my room,” said Dune.

 

“Naze?” asked Sesshomaru as the red dog reached down for Kira. Dune blinked at him in confusion. “Why are you doing this? Wasn't she submitting to you already?”

 

Dune grinned and pulled Kira out. He put her over his shoulder then patted her butt and said, “I haveta do it this way. She never woulda stayed quiet when her precious rebellion gets done in. You see, da army will soon be here for da rebellion but I don't know exactly when. She might be with me when it happens or she might not. I canna keep her for too long a time cause everyone know she is with me. But if she disappears like this no one will come lookin' at Dune's place for her and I can make certain she is away from da rebellion when they is attacked. Don't want my woman killed in the fightin'.”

 

Sesshomaru sat frozen for a moment as he took in Dune's words then with a growl lunged at the treacherous dog demon. The chains holding him to the floor snapped without even slowing him down. Dune jumped back but Sesshomaru crashed to the ground, writhing in agony. His lunged had been registered as an attempt to break the restrictors on his ankles. He twisted and turned like a dying snake his mouth wide open in a scream that had no voice; both restrictors and constrictor firing off at full power. Thirty seconds later and the restrictors ceased their attack. Sesshomaru lay on the ground gasping, eyes wide. Burnt skin and cloth alone with blood wafted through the air.

 

“Ooh, poor baby, that looked like it hurt,” said an unsympathetic Dune. He then snickered. He turned away and waved over his shoulder at the pair of humans. “He's your bounty, have fun!”

 

Sesshomaru growled and raised his head to follow the crime lord as he carried Kira away. He heard a snap above him and looked up to see the human female pulling on thick rubber gloves. He growled at her as well.

 

“Fight your restraints again and the same things will happen; this is your only warning,” she said. She then grabbed his arms and dragged him back into the vehicle and dumped him unceremoniously in the back compartment. “Now I'm going to have to spend some of the money on replacing those restraints.” Sesshomaru only half heard her; his mind already trying to figure a way out of his predicament even as they sealed the compartment.

 

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Asamu stared at the wreckage in disbelief as he people struggled to put out the fire. Did I make a mistake? Should I not have let him handle any of our hovercraft when he came from an era lacking in machines?

 

He didn't have time to ponder further when someone ran up to him calling his name. “General! We found something!” Asamu looked over and gasped. It was Kira's gun. Her scent soaked the grip marking it distinctly as hers.

 

“Where did you find it?” he asked. The wreckage held no scent of burned flesh though they wouldn't know for certain until they put out the fire and lifted the twisted metal to look within the passenger compartment.

 

“About thirty feet that way,” said the young man as he pointed away from the crash site. “There wasn't anything else,” he added as an afterthought.

 

“Thank you, please continue with the cleanup and search,” said Asamu taking the gun from him. He turned away as the young man saluted then left. No bodies and her gun is by itself as if it had been dropped. What is going on?

 

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WARNING! VIOLENCE TOWARD WOMEN AND RAPE!

 

Kira struggled with the handcuffs that bound her wrists to the bed posts. A bandana was tied across her mouth, preventing her from speaking. Her legs were free but that didn't help; there wasn't anything to kick. Her clothes had been changed while she had been unconscious. Instead of her olive, long sleeved top and kaki vest and pants with combat boots, she was wearing a pink backless top with matching fabric tubes on her arms, purple form fitting pants with bling belt and platform knee-highs. Her hair had been taken out of its tight ponytail and framed her face with its dark locks.

 

She originally awakened unrestrained and with Dune stroking her cheek, but it had only taken a second for her to realize why she was there instead of dead or captured by her unknown assailant. She had jumped to her feet and tried to run out the door. Dune had caught her and the two had fought. She had managed to plant a platform sole straight into the horny dog's crotch doubling him in pain then lunged for the door. She was able to reach it and turn the knob before the crime lord had recovered and tackled her. He had then dragged her back to the bed and threw her on it. When she tried to rise again he jumped on top of her, pinning her. He then proceeded to handcuff her to the bed and gag her.

 

“Now, don't you go nowhere, baby. I gots some business to oversee but I'll be back,” he had said then left the room.

 

Remembering Sesshomaru's words from earlier, Kira felt cold fear run through her body. This was the day Dune would betray them; she was certain of it. I have to get out of here! I have to warn the others! She pulled and twisted until her wrists bled but the cuffs refused to give. If I were a proper demon these wouldn't hold me! she lamented.

 

The door opened and she froze, Dune appeared and grinned at her. She did not like that gleam in his eye. “Now why couldn't ya have just stayed still like a good girl?” he asked, shaking his head. She glared death at him, an empty threat. He laughed, closed the door and then proceeded to undress. She blanched and her struggling began anew.

 

“Now don't ya get like that, baby,” he said, now down to his slacks with the top button undone. He walked over to her and leaned over her. He put his hand through the side of the backless shirt and rubbed the bare breast beneath. She swung her leg at him but the angle was terrible. All she ended up doing was tapping his back with her knee.

 

He gave her breast a squeeze then withdrew his hand. He then leaned even lower and placed his lips against her cleavage and licked; his tongue snaking around each breast and lapping up the sweat that had gathered there. She shivered and inhaled sharply. “Ya still so very sweet,” he whispered as he lifted his head to meet her gaze. He reached over her and unlocked the handcuffs.

 

The moment her hands were free she slapped him across the face. His head didn't even turn to acknowledge the slap. Instead he picked her up and turned her until she was face down on the bed with her legs hanging over the end. She kicked out but he had moved himself to the side away from her thrashing legs. One hand pushed down between the shoulder blades keeping her trapped against the mattress.

 

His free hand reached underneath her to the belt buckle and undid it. He then brought his hand back up, grabbed the back of her pants, belt and all, and pulled down until it was down at her knees. Her legs tangled in the tight fabric and she couldn't kick anymore. He rubbed her naked butt, admiring the pale flesh. His had then slid to between her legs and patted the soft hair there then tickled the insides of her thighs. Kira shuddered and squirmed but there was no escaping Dune's grip. He stroked the cheeks one more time then pulled back his hand and slapped them with all his strength. The sound of flesh on flesh impact filled the room along with Kira's muffled scream. He spanked her thrice more then stopped to admire his handy work.

 

Red hand prints now decorated her butt and Kira gasped as tears slid unbidden down her cheeks. He stroked the inflamed flesh, tracing the red markings. Kira buried her face into the sheets. Dune had never done this before and she had no idea of what to expect next. When she had come at his request he played out fantasies that involved her being struck by cattails. When he had returned she had expected him to use them again. They were sitting by the bed and she was wearing the backless outfit that made it ideal for the beatings. The unexpected change scared her more than anything else.

 

Dune snickered and said, “I always did like your ass, baby. So smooth and firm and no blemishes ta displease da eye or da fingers.” He squeezed her butt cheeks. “And now this ass is mine!” He spanked her again and again. “You ain't got nowhere to go now. That prick ain't comin' to save ya ever and the bitch-boy is on his way to a better place. Ya are all mine and ya goin'a learn some respect for your new master.”

 

So painful were his strikes that she couldn't think about anything not even the fact his words confirmed all her worse fears. His bare hand brought more pain than the cattails ever had. The lash had stung and continued to sting for days afterwards but that was nothing compared to this. He had never struck her with full force before. When he beat her with the cattails he used nothing more than a simple flick of the wrist to swing the straps. She fought to push herself up but it was futile. His arm was unyielding. Then it stopped. She lay helpless on the bed, sobbing.

 

He shifted his grip and both hands came to grip her arms. “I've waited a long time to own ya,” he muttered. “A long time of holdin' back and never gettin' all I want from ya because of that prick! I knew if I tried to keep ya all da time he would get ya and leave and never return. Never again will ya leave me pinin' for ya, baby!” She felt his body heat hovering over her and her heart skipped a beat. She could hear the hunger in his voice. His restraint before had been to keep Asamu believing Dune was content with things being temporary so he would keep coming back. Now there was nothing to hold Dune back. He had sold out the rebellion, as had been his plan from the start, she was his forever. Kira screamed in denial and despair, she had sold herself for nothing and everyone was going to die because they believed they were safe here. They believed her sacrifice was protecting them.

 

He leaned forward and his naked chest brushed against her bare shoulders. “Now it's time ta ride ya. Just try and buck me off!” he whispered in her ear. He then sank his fangs into her neck as he rammed himself into her, penetrating deep. There wasn't any hope for the small and human weak Kira to do as he suggested. All she could do was lie there and cry as he robbed her of her last shreds of dignity.