InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Rescue Me ❯ The First Prologue ( Prologue )

`Ello, my lovelies! Yes, I caved and wrote a pirate story. I read one a few weeks ago and it's been nagging at me ever since. This might seem short but it's only the prologue.

 

This is the uncensored version. If you want the version one without the lemon/rape, go to FanFiction. net, and look up Rescue Me by Sparkly Faerie.

 

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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or anything associated with it. It belongs to Rumiko Takahashi, not me.

 

Summary: Kagome is the daughter of a ruthless pirate who rapes, pillages and kills. Her life is turned upside down when her father's ship sinks. She meets the natives of the island that they washed up on. Dog demons. But it is the half-demon that catches her eye.

 

Rescue Me

 

Prologue

 

Her footfalls echoed through the cavernous hall, bouncing off the stone flooring and walls. Torches crackled merrily along the walls and hanging from the ceiling in chandeliers, cheerfully bathing the room in a merry, dancing light. There were portraits lined along the walls, each of them depicting a moment in history or a past Lord of the Manor. Her eyes roamed over them silently, taking in each and every little detail with careful precision.

 

Her skirts rustled as she walked, swaying to and fro as thy concealed her small feet, which were daintily covered with green slippers. Her embroidered white underskirt was visible through the slit in the front of her emerald green overskirt. The bodice was tight and fitting, resting under her arms and allowing the white, creamy skin of the chest and shoulders to be uncovered. The corset she wore made her breasts appear larger, fuller than they were, and held them firmly. The shadows from the torches danced upon the soft, pearly skin available to other's gazes.

 

At the top of the tight-fitting emerald bodice, there were sleeves stitched onto the sides. Her arms were covered with the soft emerald material from just under the shoulder and down to the golden-laced cuffs around her wrists. Her small white hands were bare, unlike many girls her age, and her skirt did not have a train, instead merely hanging a slight half a centimetre off the floor. The top of her bodice was stitched with a simple golden lining, as was the hems and slits of her skirts.

 

Her light brown eyes closed as a sigh escaped from her pale lips. The tips of her dark brown hair swayed at her waist as she kept walking. Unlike the village girls, she ironed her hair to make it flat and straight, but they allowed it the natural bounce that gave their form some aura of life and freedom. Their hung freely in gleaming black tresses, often losing their minimal pretence of sophistication to the winds that seemed to ravage their lands of late. The Lady's didn't. Her hair was always immaculate. Her facial expression was that of solemnity.

 

“Did I not instruct you not to return here until it was done, Master Exterminator?” She asked softly, yet strictly. Her voice was firm yet gentle; it demanded respect. “Yet it is not done, and you are here before me. Why?” She folded her hands together in her lap as she sat on a nearby red divan, looking into the only shadowy corner of the room.

 

There stood a man in a soldier's uniform. He stood to attention as her eyes took him in. He began to get nervous. “Uh, My Lady…” He fidgeted under her intense gaze. “You see… I do believe that it is too difficult for my men to-”

 

“I care not for the abilities of your men.” She cut across him, silencing him with a slight gesture of the hand. “I care only for the annihilation of the pirates that threaten our lands. In order to protect the main populus, sacrifices must be made.”

 

“My Lady, please understand-” He tried again, yet than same gesture was the reaction he received.

 

“No. You understand.” She stood brusquely and made her way, slowly, to the grand staircase in the centre of the hall. She did not look back as she began to ascend. “You and your men are to destroy the pirate's ship. Take your women for assistance if you must - I know that they are also formidable warriors. But no more excuses. Do it.” She paused. “Dismissed.”

 

“Aye, My Lady.” He bowed deeply with a sigh. She turned as his footsteps began to fade away. She watched him until the front door clicked closed behind him. Letting out another sigh, she continued to climb the stone staircase.

 

Her nose tweaked as she caught the smell of rain wafting in through the window. Taking a deep breath of the calming scent, she continued to climb the stairs slowly. She paused as she caught sight of a dark stain on the floor at the top of the stairs. She knelt down slightly - something unseemly for someone of her eminence to be caught doing - and examined the substance, holding her long curtain of hair back.

 

“Something wrong, My Lady?” A small girl curtseyed as she chanced upon the corridor that the Lady was in. The small girl was clearly embarrassed to have caught her Lady in such a compromising position. Why, she could be mistaken from a mere Lady-in-waiting!

 

“There is an ink spill on the floor.” The Lady stood calmly, dusting off and straightening her skirts. “Kindly see about having someone clean it up. I do not wish to have a stain on the floor.”

 

“Of course, My Lady.” The girl curtseyed and scurried off again. The Lady shook her head slightly at the small child as she heard a thump and a whimper in the next room, before following. The girl had tripped over her own feet and lay sprawled on the carpet.

 

“Come now, up you get.” The Lady said kindly, kneeling down beside the small child. “You're not hurt badly, are you?”

 

The little girl's head snapped up toward the Lady's kind smile. “N-no, My Lady.” She managed to stutter out.

 

“Good.” She stood as soon as the girl was on her feet. She reached into the slit at the front of her gown and extracted a small toffee sweet that was wrapped in some fabric. It had been concealed in a hidden pocket. “Here, you can have this.” She bent down to the child's eye-level and gave her the candy. “Now, please go see someone about cleaning up the spill. And don't trip this time, alright?” She tucked a stray hair behind the child's ear.

 

“Y-yes, My Lady.” She curtseyed and carefully made her way towards the servant's quarters. The Lady watched her go with a small smile. She had a soft spot for children.

 

She made her way to her quarters and out onto the balcony. The sky was bleak and rain looked very promising; the moon did not even show through the clouds. It was almost pitch black, save for the torches that burned in the streets. There was a rumble of thunder off in the distance, but the storm had not quite hit them yet. She could see, not more than an hour away, a tall, proud ship, docked in the marina, with the pirates aboard already out and pillaging the port. She frowned, watching the pirate exterminators prepare to march out and meet them. “These pirates…” She murmured to herself. “What do they want here…?”

 

“Wouldn't you like to know, lass?” A gruff voice sounded behind her. She tensed up, frozen with fear. Whoever that voice belonged to, he sounded terrible. It was all broken and scratchy and deep. It sounded like it wasn't quite human. Her fear was justified as he reached out and took a firm hold of her upper arm.

 

He swung her into the wall, smacking her back against the stone. She cracked her head against the wall, wincing in pain. The man's hands grabbed her wrists and held them above her head. She twisted in his grip, trying vainly to break free. She didn't get a chance to look at his face as he switched to only using one vice-like hand to hold her wrists, and backhanded her across the face. She stayed looking in the direction that her neck had snapped to.

 

He brought his mouth down to her ear, and whispered; “You be a good little wench and maybe I'll let you live.” She spat at his feet. He growled and backhanded her again, on the same cheek, before pressing himself to her on the wall. “I thought I told you to be good.”

 

“I do not obey pirates.” She gritted out, staring defiantly at the floor. She would not look at him; she would not-

 

He used a hand to bring her face to look at him. “You will look at me, wench!” He roared, violently shoving her toward the doors to her bedchamber. She stumbled through and landed on the floor, sprawled out on her side. Her heart began to race. She had heard tales of pirates before - how they raped and pillaged and left destruction wherever they went - but she had never even dreamed that it would happen to her.

 

“No!” She whimpered as he shut the doors, locking them. A glance toward the corridor revealed that he had already locked that one. She heard screaming from downstairs. The rest of the colour drained from her face; they'd reached the manor.

 

He forced her onto the bed, ripping off the skirts of her dress. She lay there, pinned by his vice-like grip and half exposed, as he dropped his pants with his free one.

 

He forced her legs apart, pressing his exposed length against her most private of all areas. She panicked as she felt the tip of his hardened manhood position against her opening. She twisted in his grasp, only to receive another backhand. Her head snapped to the side as he bit into her earlobe. She felt the terror in her veins thicken as he shifted a little downwards to bite into the top of her breast, sinking his fangs in.

 

Realisation hit as she saw the earrings in the man's ears. He was Captain Bankotsu of the Seven Pirates. On pure animal instinct, she brought her knee up to his crotch. He groaned in pain and rolled off the bed, landing with a thump on the floor. She scrambled up and tried to run away, only to have him catch her again. He threw her by the waist back onto the bed, and climbed on top of her again. “That wasn't very nice, bitch.” He growled, twisting her wrists in his one-handed grip as he sliced off what remained of her corset with his dagger.

 

It hurt so badly. Her pleas for mercy - her cries of pain and indignity - all fell on deaf ears. The pirate above her chucked deeply. An evil, vile chuckle, full of darkness. “No one's going to help you, wench.” He growled, forcing her legs open again with his knees, holding them there.

 

He spat onto the fingers of his free hand, forcing them inside of her. She screamed in indignity as his sweaty, flushed face began to contort into one of pure animal lust. He pumped them for what seemed like centuries, as he waited for the pain in his again-hardening manhood to subside.

 

Once he was deemed satisfied that he could perform, he positioned himself at her opening. She screamed as he brought his face down to hers, kissing her roughly and forcing his tongue into her mouth. He forced his manhood inside her, breaking the barrier of her maidenhood. She screamed into his mouth. Oh, it hurt. It hurt so badly.

 

The pain only spread as he started a relentless rhythm of pounding. He would withdraw, before pounding into her violently. It was so ugly. The pounding sounded in her ears as she screwed her eyes shut to block out his face as it leered down at her. She could feel his hot breath against her bare skin as his breathing got harder in his excitement.

 

He was so big inside her; too big. He pound into her unremittingly and she thought she would split in half from his sheer size. She could not believe how big he was inside of her. He thrust and thrust; only quickening his pace. She twisted again in his grasp, trying to get away, but it didn't matter. Her hands were pinned either side of her head, his claws digging into her wrists, drawing blood.

 

He knew she was bleeding and bruising badly from the intrusion of his manhood. She could feel her blood making it slicker; she was not aroused in any way - it was the only thing that would allow him to pound in and out so easily.

 

“Break, bitch.” He growled as he panted. “Bleed all over me and break.” The Lady bit down a scream that threatened to burst forth from her lungs. She would not give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream again. He growled deeper as he shuddered and gave one last thrust, his seed shooting into her womb. She felt tears prick at her eyes. He howled as he kept her pinned down. It was over.

 

Or so she thought.

 

He hardened again as soon as he pulled out. With a ferocity that only a pirate could muster, he took her again, over and over, until dawn. It was only then that she passed out. The last thing she remembered seeing was his face as he picked her up, saying, “I believe I'll hold onto you, little slut. You sure do come in useful for relieving the urges.” And she passed out, her eyelids closing on empty voids.

 

She, the Lady Kikyo, was broken.

 

Yes, she was raped. No Kagome hasn't been in it yet. No, Inuyasha hasn't been in it yet. I toyed with the idea of having the Lady be Kagome and the pirate Inuyasha, or having the Lady be Kagome and the pirate Kouga, but I don't think I coulda stomached it. It was originally written with Kagome and Inuyasha, then I switched to Kouga, and then I switched to Bankotsu and Kikyo.

 

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