InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Slave ❯ Forced ( Chapter 2 )

Chap 2. – Forced Slave Written by Sade Ness Disclaimer: I do not own any of Inuyasha characters. I am making no money off this story. This applies to all future chapters.

I would like to thank whipstickagostop and Nikkie23534 and all the readers. I will try my best, since it is my first fan-fic ever and I had decided to write a hard one as an InuYasha one. I am really crazy. JHave a nice reading

Chap 2. – Forced –

Inuyasha was dropped to the floor carelessly; he could see the door being locked up. However the sound of a lock clicking reached his sensitive ears. The youkai sat near him on his left side, behind a table. The youkai took off a book off of the stack of books on the table and opened it.

“So Inuyasha, lets start with simple questions. How old are you?”

“I don’t know. When my mother died I was too young and nobody in the place liked me, so I was kicked out to die I guess.” Inuyasha gave a mental shrug as he could not move his body to give one.

“That is not a good answer Inuyasha. Remember, behave properly and you eat. Don’t ever try to play smart with me. You will simply be punished. Do you want to be punished?” Kiramaru asked silkily. Kiramaru stood up; in less than three steps he was by InuYasha’s side. He had the small hanyou hands and holding his wrists as he started to inject more poison. Inuyasha started to cry. It was really painful and it really started to work as soon as it gets in the blood. It was like liquid fire as it traveled through out his veins to all parts of the hanyou’s body.

The youkai released his hold on him and let him crumple the floor again. Kiramaru took his place again in his seat previous to standing up and injecting his victim with poison. Only going back once he was satisfied with the hanyou’s lovely cries.

“Let’s start again, how old are you?”

“Hn,” Inuyasha looked away. Rather annoyed by the personal questions. Inuyasha had always hated them. He did not like that people pried into business that was not theirs to know. However he hated the youkai for touching him. Just to feel his hands on his neck and inject him with poison, it made him angry. It invoked pain through his body. The poison reached his lungs. They burned them and his air way as it reached his esophagus.

Kiramaru waited for a reply.

“I do not know! Make it stop… I need air…” Inuyasha gasped coughing.

“Let’s try another question. Your parent’s names are?”

“I. Don’t. Know! it hurts!” he bit out before he let out a whine of pain.

“Say it.”

“No! It hurts!” Inuyasha was really feeling it this time. He really did not need anymore pain in his life at the moment.

“It will hurt more if you do not recall.”

Inuyasha simply felt the hot feeling of the poison course deeper within him. It distracted him from the fact that Kiramaru had now at his side again. Kiramaru was ready and poised to inject him with even more poison.

Gasping Inuyasha could only let out a startled cry. Inuyasha could not say a word; his throat was totally blocked. No air was getting in or out of his lungs and mouth and he was feeling the pain increase in levels never felt before. The poison that was already in his body constricted most of his airway. It was causing him to panic. He just had to get something out. “I was fucking too young to know! damn it!” he snarled. “It hurts!” he bit out again. “It has been almost 80 years since mom died… she was fucking too old… stop it…”

“Old,” Kiramaru commented. “So she was a human?” Kiramaru mumbled out. “Was your mother a human?”

“Yeah, and you’re a fucking crazy youkai! Why don’t you simply kill me? Instead of this! I don’t like be-…”

Laughing the youkai simply continue with his questions.

“What about your father; long with your parents’ names?”

“I never saw him. Mom said he was dead."

“But you must know at least his name or position?” Kiramaru persisted.

Now it was Inuyasha’s time to laugh.

“I don’t. Know. Anything about hi… ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… stoooooop…”

The poison was again being injected. This time the poor hanyou fainted.

“Well we have to wait to see if you will answer these questions later. Meanwhile you will be in pain but not conscious. We will see if your behavior will change or not.” Kiramaru grabbed the unconscious hanyou by his hair, and put him in a cage on the other side of the room. He returned to his table and continued to read the information on his book.

“I need to remember who and which youkai dog has died in the last 100 years? One which had mated with a human. This would be easy to know. Messenger! Messenger! Come up in the office, I have a message to send.”

He called out aloud, looking at the poor boy on the cage.

Kiramaru smiled.

*Later on, same day*


Inuyasha was mumbling many things for a while; things that made Kiramaru stop his readings to look over at the hanyou. Inuyasha was awfully restless. “He… he left mom and I… we were left all alone… I… I… tried… mom happy… I just… her cry… people get away from us… he didn’t care… they never care… they do not want a worthless hanyou close them, nobody wants. He says… he says… I should have died when I was born… instead father… I am a shame to the family… I have no family… ”

“Mmm, I do love some of the effects of my poison. If they do not want to say it, it will come out one way or another they will. Awake or not. And with this kid, things would not have worked out any different.”

Kiramaru walked closer to the cage and on his way got a knife, a bowl and a jar with water. Opening the cage and grabbed the hanyou’s arm. With the knife he opened a small fissure just under Inuyasha’s armpit and let the blood flow. Washing the knife off with the water, he repeated the process some more times until the hanyou’s body shook, and visibly paled. Getting closer to the body and licked the opened area.

The licking process was a way to help clean and heal the fissure. However, this time Kiramaru licked out of pleasure. He wanted to taste the boy so he licked his torso and nipples, feeling the warm and delicate skin, smelling his scent; he was getting really aroused by it. He held the boy close. Hard he sat the now sleepy body on his lap. His arousal was already present, and having it rubbed by this small body would be enough by now.

Kiramaru licked at the hanyou’s neck when the boy became more conscious and aware.

Inuyasha’s body shook harder and he was ashamed of the situation. His body had betrayed him. His golden huge eyes widened and were staring at the youkai in despair.

“Do not worry little one. I do want that, but I want answers first and also you need to be prepared. A sexual slave gives and receives pleasure.”

Inuysha was disgusted; he could not stand the smell of Kiramaru arousal and the wetness on his pants. ‘This youkai is a pervert,’ he thought as he managed to move away from him; pushing at his chest. Luckily he was free at the moment and fell on the floor. “Let me go! I just want to go!”

“Sorry little one, you are too precious to me now and would be much more in the future.”

Inuyasha dragged himself backwards to the closest wall he could find. Inuyasha was truly grateful that the poison had worn off. He needed closer, a place that he could hide, to think. There, at least he could pretend to be safe, far from that youkai, in a dark cave or in a hole on the floor. If he were lucky he would be left alone.

Inuyasha was still weak and feeling the awful pain. He wanted to be alone, he need that.

When he reached a dark corner of the room, he felt safe and closed his eyes. Praying that all it was just a bad dream. But he knew it wasn’t. Inuyasha could feel the gaze of his owner as he drew away from him.

The smell of the place and that youkai’s sent just confirmed the opposite. It was real, all real and he could now, feel that youkai’s face close to him. He opened his eyes and saw him; he turned his face and again closed his eyes. He hoped that he would not open his eyes and find Kiramaru there.

“Little one it is time to talk about your future here. Let’s keep it clear, you are a slave now and you will be trained to be a personal slave. You will learn to do all your future master wants, in all the places and first of all in the bedroom,” he explained.

“Noooo…”

“Yes,” Kiramaru replied firmly. “And your training will start right now.”

Inuyasha struggled to get away from that youkai. However the youkai was much stronger and faster. It was useless to fight. His body was still weak from the poison. He remained stiff from the paralysis.

“I am going to take you downstairs. There you will learn to bath properly and use the right clothes. From tomorrow morning on, you will be with the others and will learn how to prepare tea, fold clothes and things like that. It is better to start with such activities, than little by little you will learn more. We have got plenty of time.”

“But I know how to prepare tea and since I was a little boy. I know how to dress myself.”

Laughing the youkai traced the little hanyou’s face with his fingers; the boy shuddered in fear with the possibility of being poisoned again. Instead of poison, only a simple caress. Inuyasha was confused.

“Yasha, you are funny sometimes. You might know doing simple things. I am sure of that. But my little precious yasha, can you imagine doing that in a castle or how to use a royal yasha dress?”

“No, I can not.”

“So, that is what you going to learn. To be a royal yasha. And you must behave as such.”

“But I am not a female. I am a hanyou, but not a female one, I need to learn how to use a sword and how practice my fighting abilities. Youkais will kill me if I am not ready. And, and,” the hanyou stuttered. “I can learn to be a warrior. I could be a warrior for a master in a castle; can’t you train me for that?”

“No, forget about this past,” Kiramaru said waving his hand. “Now you are only my yasha and you must start to behave as such. You will learn it. If you try to skip the training you will be punished in a very hard way. Do not forget about that. You might be precious, but I will brake you.”

Inuyasha was worried. He would have to escape! But how long it would it take? Inuyasha began wondering how he could kill this youkai. How dare this youkai treat him like a female or think that he, Inuyasha, would accept that?

“Let’s go little one, time for bath and after that, we shall eat and sleep. Tomorrow will be a very long day.”

Inuyasha was grabbed again and was on the youkai arms leaving the room. Downstairs they met other youkais on their way to the bath area.

When they got there, Inuyasha was amazed. There were many other youkais having their baths, in a way or another they were pretty and exotic. Kiramaru told him that all were slaves; that they were there having their bath by themselves just because they know their places and how to behave in that house.

Kiramaru now was being patient, he helped Inuyasha got undressed and to sit in the wooden tub with hot and pleasant water. He also taught Inuyasha the right order to wash himself and his long hair and helped him rinse afterwards.

Inuyasha for the first time in years was again a very little boy. The whole situation made him remind the period when his mother was still alive and could take care of him. He tried his best but he could not avoid the tears, they were falling down his eyes and face. Everybody there, even with the pleasant smell of all the bath stuff and water, could smell his fear and tears. However, they could do nothing. The boss was there and they did not want to die or being punished. They could easy the boy suffering later on.

The boss, who also had smelled the tears and fear, would only continue the training bath. It was because he wanted that boy to be a very good slave. Better than any other could ever dream about.

When the bath was over, Inuyasha was taken to the dressing area and there he got a pair of new hakamas and a yukata. They were both silk and red and a pair of zori with red straws. As the kid he was, his eyes were shining in happiness for some seconds and he even smiled shyly.

“You are so cute smiling Yasha. I want to see this more often.”

“Nh…”

Inuyasha hold himself and looked to the floor. It was a total new world, he could not recall when he wore a pair of zori, and these clothes are too delicate. It was not normal, it was not him. InuYasha was use to his ratty red haori and hakamas.

“Where are my clothes?”

“You won’t need them anymore. They will be washed and folded, and they will also be with your new ones, but you are not going to use them. Am I clear?”

Inuyasha was deep in his thoughts for some minutes. Kiramaru had been observing him for a moment before he broke his thoughts. “Let’s eat.”

“Yes.”

For the first time during that day, Inuyasha was able to stand and even walk on his own. His limbs that had been stiff and difficult to move were letting up. Inuyasha did not require Kiramaru to help him as he did earlier. The pain and the zori were in a way helping to make it even worse.

When they got to the eating area, Inuyasha let a sigh out of his mouth.

“Wow.”

“What is that Yasha?”

“This smells. It’s so good, and there are so many things to eat!” Inuyasha’s eyes shone with happiness and roamed over the entire table. They devoured ever thing. Taking in the smells and wondrous colors of the food, Inuyasha couldn’t help but to lick his lips. It was just like when he was a kid.

Laughing the youkai said, “Yasha, Yasha, behave and you would have the right to two meals like that everyday while in my possession. Do not behave and believe you will see and smell it, but will not be able to eat anything. Be sure of that.” During this sentence, Kiramaru grabbed Inuyasha’s arm and let a little amount of poison be injected again in Inuyasha.

While the small hanyou was twisting his little body in pain, he was then settled in a chair in front of the enormous table. Kiramaru sit by his side, taking a plate, put some food on it and started to eat his meal without moving a finger to help the hanyou or to make him able to do it alone. Inuyasha was crying again, he thought it was a nightmare being in that place. At that moment he could not imagine it could get even worse. Everything was out of reach. All he was able to do is watch others eat as they glanced over before looking back down at their food. It was torturing to sit there and not eat. All he could do is watch and smell.

After an hour, he could move a hand. Kiramaru decided best to serve him a plate. He was told he could eat as much as he wanted that night, because it was the first. Later he would pay for the meals, with work and good behavior.

He agreed. At least at this time that, he would behave.

Two hours later, he was looking at a futon at Kiramaru owns bedroom. It was placed on a corner next to the wall in the darkest area of the room. Kiramaru also gave him a blanket to keep warm. “Get undressed and go to bed, it is late. Yes, you will sleep here, in my bedroom, for a while.”

Inuyasha starred back and forth to Kiramaru and the futon.

“I am always there, in my bed. Forbidden area for you,” Kiramaru said, as he got undressed.

Inuyasha frowned. He was confused. If he was a slave, a sexual slave why a bed and a futon in such a huge room?

“Don’t worry my Yasha, I will not going to “sleep” with you, not until you are ready. Yes, I want you as a sexual toy, but now you are just a kid, and a very scared one. That could be interesting; some would kill to have you now. But as I said, a royal yasha is much more precious and will give me much more pleasure and a half-breed-inu-human yasha would be thousand times better,” he said as he settled himself in his bed and glaring at a chocked Inuyasha.

“Get undress and sleep my Yasha. Tomorrow will be a very busy day for both of us…”

The lights were blown out, and Inuyasha got undress as fast as he could. His body was weak and still in pain. Inuyasha thought he would be awake the whole night, but as soon as he lay down the futon and covered himself he was asleep.

Glossary
Futon: It is a Japanese cotton mattress.
Hakama:Traditional wide trousers worn as part of formal attire.
Haori: Short silk jacket worn over a kimono
Yukata: light-weight kimono worn in summer
Zori: Traditional Japanese straw sandals. Before World War II many Japanese elementary school children wore them to school, especially in rural areas.

Kimono are T-shaped, straight-lined robes that fall to the ankle, with collars and full-length sleeves. The sleeves are commonly very wide at the wrist, perhaps a half meter. Traditionally, unmarried women wear kimono with extremely long sleeves that extend almost to the floor. The robe is wrapped around the body, always with the left side over the right, and secured by a wide belt tied in the back, called an obi. Kimono are generally worn with traditional footwear (especially geta, thonged wood-platform footwear; and zori, a type of thong-like footwear) and split-toe socks called tabi.
Haori jackets do not use belts but use two small front ties and are traditionally worn for formal occasions over a kimono.
The main difference between a kimono and yukata is that the yukata is made of a lightweight cotton and less formal. Kimono are more elaborate in pattern and made of a medium weight cotton, cotton sateen or polyester.