InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Prisoner ❯ To Dream a Reality ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Rami-Chan 
Knowing better than to play into his scheme, she remained quite and unmoving below him. If she should talk without permission he’d just turn more aggresive. But then again there were the times when she didn’t answer and still--
WARNING: This chapter contains a dark-lemony theme. NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.04.2004 | Updated On: 07.12.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 6.1K | Status: Completed
Knowing better than to play into his scheme, she remained quite and unmoving below him. If she should talk without permission he’d just turn more aggresive. But then again there were the times when she didn’t answer and still--
WARNING: This chapter contains a dark-lemony theme. NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.04.2004 | Updated On: 07.12.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 6.1K | Status: Completed
A/N: Notice how it says this story contains less chapters...? Well, I have finally tracked down my beta (the bum has been studying in China! ^^) so we're working together to get rid of a TON of spelling/grammar. Hopefully, I'll have all the chapters up again tonight.
Thanks SO much to all my readers/reviewers!
The man growled inhumanly within the darkened room as he reached for lamp at his side. Lifting the item above his head, he all but demolished the delicate valuable into pieces on the soft carpet. He stomped on the shattered crystals, barely cringing, as the glass pierced through his sandals.
"Those bastards don't fucking trust me....yet" He growled viciously, turning to glare at a lone form on the four post bed "This is all your fault" he called in harshness "Get your ass over here now"
Slowly, the human slid off the bed and walked shakily to the enraged man, as was expected of her, and knelt to the ground. Her body trembled below him as her head remained bowed. She closed her eyes, waiting for her sentence.
When he was in a mood like this, which was always, she would be beaten or defiled-- depending on how much energy the man had for the night.
"Why are you wearing a robe?!"
Knowing better than to play into his scheme, she remained quite and unmoving below him. If she should talk without permission he'd just turn more aggressive. But, then again, there were the times when she didn't answer and still--
"Take it off now!" He shouted taking a step forward. He reached out and grabbed a handful of ebony locks, pulling on the hair to make her stand before him "I told you not to wear anything in this room, did I not?"
She bowed her head, subconsciously aware that she wasn't supposed to give eye contact. Around her she felt the cloth being ripped away leaving her to stand completely exposed and vulnerable to the man who was soon to be her husband.
Two disgusting hands slid up her side as they attached themselves to her hips. With no resistance on her part, the naked flesh was pressed to him. She remained motionless, no movement, other than that of shallow breath.
She had come to take this as her way of life. If she didn't act accordingly, lashed out in any way, she'd be punished. She wasn't allowed to speak, wasn't allowed to make sudden movements. The only time she could move of free will was when she had to give him pleasure.
She felt friction against her pelvic bone as the man ground himself, vertically, against her. She could feel his hard object against her core as it became hard from the action. Feeling this, the man let out a low moan in his own heat. She, though feeling the same wave, had learned to disregard it the familiar warmth, pushing it away as if it were an itch.
"On your knees" he commanded pushing her below him "I need a blow or two"
She raised her hand to capture the object, placing it in her mouth as her task was carried out. Above her, the man squirmed screaming out words of incoherence. His hips bucked against her, trying to build up it's own rhythm, but she didn't make an effort to prevent the contact.
When she was forced into the task the first time it was completely appalling. Though after so many times those feelings had gone away. It was just another grotesque chore she performed for him now. It was her duty as his wife-to-be.
White liquid was forced into her mouth as the man started trembling, commanding her to go faster harder more, more, more....
Her face still bore no emotion, no shame, and no pain as she carried the order out. As long as he did nothing to her, she could handle this.
A hand hit her head as the object fell out causing the white hot juices to run down her parted lips. Her head hit the carpet as she coughed, trying to fight against the liquid that tried to claim her life.
Above her the man stood as remains dripped onto her stomach "You bitch" he seethed raising a foot as it smashed her ribs "You tried to make me ride out before I got in you...."
This time emotion was hard to push away; her eyes widened in fear. But it was a mistake for her look of panic seemed to fuel his sweet anger as the most horrific smile lapsed his face.
"Afraid...are we?" he questioned at the look that glazed her eyes "You should be. However, since that felt so good, it's only right that I return part of the favor"
He crouched down, jabbing a finger in between her legs as they knowingly clenched. They pushed into her core violently, beginning a malicious rhythm; in and out each time harder than the first.
Her body trembled against the force, letting out a scream of pain with each finger that thrust. Though, against her pain there was still that part of her that wanted him to keep going, that wanted it harder, wanted it more intense. That's why she hated him pleasuring her; she didn't want to want him.
Her body gave her no choice as it tried riding with him in each push, hips going up and down violently. Her legs shook, body flushing, as an explosion of white shot out of her legs. Her body ached as her lungs tried refilling themselves in pained breaths.
Though, the man continued his administrations enjoying the way she squirmed, withered and, moaned; enjoyed her screams of pain and of pleasure. They excited him.
His fingers pushed more and more into her as her body continued to shake. Drenched in sweat and her juices, she once again started pumping and clenching against his fingers.
"What's that?" he questioned darkly "Is it more you want from me...?"
The young girls eyes flew open as the men shoved three more fingers into an already crowded area. Her legs held them painfully still against her as the walls pumped around them. Though he didn't let her go. Against the tight walls, he continued to push.
She screamed now, the pleasure completely gone, only leaving an empty feeling of torment. She wanted more than anything for it to be over, for him to leave her body and what remained of her spirit in peace. But, he was thinking just the opposite. For, to her horror, his ready object took the place of the fingers, sliding into her abused sex as now he thrust into her.
Something else trickled between her legs as he rocked his hips into hers, not white but red, as the man continued relieving him self inside her; oblivious if not caring.
Finally, after seemingly another lifetime of empty pleasure, he pulled himself out of the used vassal while using his shirt to wipe the remnants of his manhood.
"Stay on the ground tonight" His eyes looked over her state in disgust as if she was the one who had caused all of it "Don't move from there tonight. You're filthy"
Thanks SO much to all my readers/reviewers!
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"God damn all of those filthy bastards..."The man growled inhumanly within the darkened room as he reached for lamp at his side. Lifting the item above his head, he all but demolished the delicate valuable into pieces on the soft carpet. He stomped on the shattered crystals, barely cringing, as the glass pierced through his sandals.
"Those bastards don't fucking trust me....yet" He growled viciously, turning to glare at a lone form on the four post bed "This is all your fault" he called in harshness "Get your ass over here now"
Slowly, the human slid off the bed and walked shakily to the enraged man, as was expected of her, and knelt to the ground. Her body trembled below him as her head remained bowed. She closed her eyes, waiting for her sentence.
When he was in a mood like this, which was always, she would be beaten or defiled-- depending on how much energy the man had for the night.
"Why are you wearing a robe?!"
Knowing better than to play into his scheme, she remained quite and unmoving below him. If she should talk without permission he'd just turn more aggressive. But, then again, there were the times when she didn't answer and still--
"Take it off now!" He shouted taking a step forward. He reached out and grabbed a handful of ebony locks, pulling on the hair to make her stand before him "I told you not to wear anything in this room, did I not?"
She bowed her head, subconsciously aware that she wasn't supposed to give eye contact. Around her she felt the cloth being ripped away leaving her to stand completely exposed and vulnerable to the man who was soon to be her husband.
Two disgusting hands slid up her side as they attached themselves to her hips. With no resistance on her part, the naked flesh was pressed to him. She remained motionless, no movement, other than that of shallow breath.
She had come to take this as her way of life. If she didn't act accordingly, lashed out in any way, she'd be punished. She wasn't allowed to speak, wasn't allowed to make sudden movements. The only time she could move of free will was when she had to give him pleasure.
She felt friction against her pelvic bone as the man ground himself, vertically, against her. She could feel his hard object against her core as it became hard from the action. Feeling this, the man let out a low moan in his own heat. She, though feeling the same wave, had learned to disregard it the familiar warmth, pushing it away as if it were an itch.
"On your knees" he commanded pushing her below him "I need a blow or two"
She raised her hand to capture the object, placing it in her mouth as her task was carried out. Above her, the man squirmed screaming out words of incoherence. His hips bucked against her, trying to build up it's own rhythm, but she didn't make an effort to prevent the contact.
When she was forced into the task the first time it was completely appalling. Though after so many times those feelings had gone away. It was just another grotesque chore she performed for him now. It was her duty as his wife-to-be.
White liquid was forced into her mouth as the man started trembling, commanding her to go faster harder more, more, more....
Her face still bore no emotion, no shame, and no pain as she carried the order out. As long as he did nothing to her, she could handle this.
A hand hit her head as the object fell out causing the white hot juices to run down her parted lips. Her head hit the carpet as she coughed, trying to fight against the liquid that tried to claim her life.
Above her the man stood as remains dripped onto her stomach "You bitch" he seethed raising a foot as it smashed her ribs "You tried to make me ride out before I got in you...."
This time emotion was hard to push away; her eyes widened in fear. But it was a mistake for her look of panic seemed to fuel his sweet anger as the most horrific smile lapsed his face.
"Afraid...are we?" he questioned at the look that glazed her eyes "You should be. However, since that felt so good, it's only right that I return part of the favor"
He crouched down, jabbing a finger in between her legs as they knowingly clenched. They pushed into her core violently, beginning a malicious rhythm; in and out each time harder than the first.
Her body trembled against the force, letting out a scream of pain with each finger that thrust. Though, against her pain there was still that part of her that wanted him to keep going, that wanted it harder, wanted it more intense. That's why she hated him pleasuring her; she didn't want to want him.
Her body gave her no choice as it tried riding with him in each push, hips going up and down violently. Her legs shook, body flushing, as an explosion of white shot out of her legs. Her body ached as her lungs tried refilling themselves in pained breaths.
Though, the man continued his administrations enjoying the way she squirmed, withered and, moaned; enjoyed her screams of pain and of pleasure. They excited him.
His fingers pushed more and more into her as her body continued to shake. Drenched in sweat and her juices, she once again started pumping and clenching against his fingers.
"What's that?" he questioned darkly "Is it more you want from me...?"
The young girls eyes flew open as the men shoved three more fingers into an already crowded area. Her legs held them painfully still against her as the walls pumped around them. Though he didn't let her go. Against the tight walls, he continued to push.
She screamed now, the pleasure completely gone, only leaving an empty feeling of torment. She wanted more than anything for it to be over, for him to leave her body and what remained of her spirit in peace. But, he was thinking just the opposite. For, to her horror, his ready object took the place of the fingers, sliding into her abused sex as now he thrust into her.
Something else trickled between her legs as he rocked his hips into hers, not white but red, as the man continued relieving him self inside her; oblivious if not caring.
Finally, after seemingly another lifetime of empty pleasure, he pulled himself out of the used vassal while using his shirt to wipe the remnants of his manhood.
"Stay on the ground tonight" His eyes looked over her state in disgust as if she was the one who had caused all of it "Don't move from there tonight. You're filthy"