InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Hanyou Handbook: A Romance ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )
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By: donatella 
Inuyasha is in desperate need of help -- will Sesshomaru reach him in time?
*Rape Warning*
The following chapter may contain material that some readers might find disturbing.
*You have been warned*
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.18.2011 | Updated On: 04.19.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
Inuyasha is in desperate need of help -- will Sesshomaru reach him in time?
*Rape Warning*
The following chapter may contain material that some readers might find disturbing.
*You have been warned*
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.18.2011 | Updated On: 04.19.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
Inu Yasha and its characters are owned by Rumiko Takahashi and Sunrise TV. All original characters and story are owned by Donatella D.
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*Rape Warning*
The following chapter may contain material that some readers might find disturbing.
*You have been warned*
Chapter Two
‘Dammit! Why don’t they just kill me already?!’ His thoughts were interrupted by a hard body slam to the large rock in front of him; he never saw it coming - none of it. He had been minding his own business resting up in his tree trying to get some needed sleep when he was attacked from nowhere. He had sensed nothing, smelled nothing! How could this happen?!
Sure, he hadn’t been feeling well lately; he’d been weak and tired and it wasn’t even the new moon. In fact, he’d been feeling worse than he normally feels on his human nights. He always felt like shit on those nights, but nothing like this - this was ridiculous. He could barely climb into the tree to rest on the night he had been attacked; he’d almost spent the night on the ground but thought better of it, not that it mattered. He should’ve just gone back to the village as soon as he knew something was wrong with him. Actually, he did try but was too weak to make it there. When he’d thought about it, he came to the conclusion that he must’ve caught some weird bug and Kaede would probably be able to fix him up, but he never got that far. Instead, he’d been ambushed by a fucking cat demon that seemed to be using him as a cat toy.
Man, cat demons sure sucked. Who needs claws that long and sharp anyway? He wasn’t even a strong demon; Inuyasha would’ve cut his head off in one swing if he’d been feeling better - oh, and if tetsusaiga had transformed for him - that was another problem, but it never happened before, why now? What was wrong with him?
The cat demon used those claws to slash at Inuyasha’s fire-rat kimono taking strips of flesh with it. ‘What does this asshole have against my clothes?’ he thought wearily, trying to snap himself out of the daze he was in, just trying to stay awake. He was already ill and now he was losing blood too - this wasn’t good; he had to do something, but he could barely keep himself conscious. Though he hated to admit it, he really needed help.
Inuyasha opened his eyes to peak at his surroundings and through the halo of his silver hair, he spotted other demons standing around the cave he’d been dumped in, looking as if they were waiting for their turn. However, those cat claws probably won’t leave much left for the others except scraps.
‘Where did they come from?’ He couldn’t remember, so he put his brain on replay: cat demon, fight (getting his ass kicked), cave, cat demon. Did he blackout somewhere? It seemed like something was missing.
If only he were back with his friends like a few years ago; his pack was small, but loyal and at least someone would’ve noticed he was missing and probably in trouble. But now, no one knew he was missing, nor cared. There would be no one to come to his rescue; no wind tunnel to suck these bastard demons up; no hirakotsu to tear them to pieces, not even a sacred arrow to blast them to oblivion. Nothing. No one. He was all alone, and would have to count on himself if he was going to get out of this. If he only had his strength back.
He let out another hoarse scream as the demon pulled him up by his hair and slashed the rest of his clothing from his body. He was awake again and despite the pain in his weak body he managed to slash at the demon with his own claws, right across the cat’s face just missing his left eye. Of course, this only infuriated the cat demon, so he took his anger out on Inuyasha’s jaw, throwing him to the rocky ground in the process and then, one by one he ripped out the boy’s offending claws making sure he wouldn’t be able to do that again.
However, the cat demon was careful not to kill the boy, only disable him for a while and teach him that he had no choice but to submit to the demon’s will. That’s when Inuyasha realized there was something else going on that he didn’t understand; this bastard was playing with him. He could’ve killed Inuyasha many times over by now, but he didn’t; he had other plans for the sweet-smelling, young thing.
Inuyasha felt himself being lifted by his hair again and strong, clawed fingers securing his wrists as he was slammed face first back down on that same large rock only this time he was naked and being restrained by his wrists with something that felt like metal chains. It wasn’t as if he could get away in his condition, but apparently, the demon wasn’t taking any more chances.
Suddenly Inuyasha could feel panic welling up in his gut - this was worse than bad; he was helpless, and reality was starting to dawn as he realized what was about to happen to him. He screamed and pulled at his shackled wrists but only managed to cut the flesh of his hands.
Clawed fingers slowly ran down the center of his back; he could feel the warm blood trickle from the wounds as the hand stopped at his ass to examine his full cheeks and then part them for closer inspection. “No!” he cried out, as one clawed finger forced its way inside him.
“Ahhh, a virgin boy - how delicious,” the cat demon announced with a low mocking laugh, and the other demons joined in his delight of seeing such an unspoiled beauty.
If Inuyasha wasn’t sure before, he was now. He kicked and screamed, but only in vain as the demon now had his legs stretched wide - he couldn’t move, all he could do was scream and spit the most foul language he could think of, but even his voice was starting to leave him. He was beginning to give up hope and he could feel the tears falling, making it even harder to see anything in the dimness of the cave.
He was going to die here; he was sure of it, and probably no one will find him. Maybe years from now someone will wander in here and find his bones chained to a rock - what an ending for the great half-demon who managed to beat Naraku but couldn’t handle a few low-level, bottom feeders.
Inuyasha let out a series of raspy cries as the demon penetrated his ass, the only lubricant being the hanyou’s own blood, and a searing burn ran up his spine. He was being pounded into the rough rock below him, each thrust of the demon above bringing new pain to his entire body and forcing the air from his lungs with uncontrollable bursts of breathy cries.
He didn’t want to be awake for this; why couldn’t he just pass out, or die? Dying would be better because then he wouldn’t have to live with the humiliation. However, he was fully conscious, painfully aware of every sensation from the coarse rock rubbing the side of his face raw, to the unrelenting invasion of his insides, to the delicate dripping of his blood from various wounds covering his body. He was in hell. What had he done to deserve this? All was lost. He could only cry and drift away into blissful unconsciousness… finally.
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The smell of blood floated on the wind - Inuyasha’s blood. ‘So, father was right. Little brother does need help.’ Sesshomaru quickened his pace as he followed the scent.
To be continued…
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*Rape Warning*
The following chapter may contain material that some readers might find disturbing.
*You have been warned*
Chapter Two
‘Dammit! Why don’t they just kill me already?!’ His thoughts were interrupted by a hard body slam to the large rock in front of him; he never saw it coming - none of it. He had been minding his own business resting up in his tree trying to get some needed sleep when he was attacked from nowhere. He had sensed nothing, smelled nothing! How could this happen?!
Sure, he hadn’t been feeling well lately; he’d been weak and tired and it wasn’t even the new moon. In fact, he’d been feeling worse than he normally feels on his human nights. He always felt like shit on those nights, but nothing like this - this was ridiculous. He could barely climb into the tree to rest on the night he had been attacked; he’d almost spent the night on the ground but thought better of it, not that it mattered. He should’ve just gone back to the village as soon as he knew something was wrong with him. Actually, he did try but was too weak to make it there. When he’d thought about it, he came to the conclusion that he must’ve caught some weird bug and Kaede would probably be able to fix him up, but he never got that far. Instead, he’d been ambushed by a fucking cat demon that seemed to be using him as a cat toy.
Man, cat demons sure sucked. Who needs claws that long and sharp anyway? He wasn’t even a strong demon; Inuyasha would’ve cut his head off in one swing if he’d been feeling better - oh, and if tetsusaiga had transformed for him - that was another problem, but it never happened before, why now? What was wrong with him?
The cat demon used those claws to slash at Inuyasha’s fire-rat kimono taking strips of flesh with it. ‘What does this asshole have against my clothes?’ he thought wearily, trying to snap himself out of the daze he was in, just trying to stay awake. He was already ill and now he was losing blood too - this wasn’t good; he had to do something, but he could barely keep himself conscious. Though he hated to admit it, he really needed help.
Inuyasha opened his eyes to peak at his surroundings and through the halo of his silver hair, he spotted other demons standing around the cave he’d been dumped in, looking as if they were waiting for their turn. However, those cat claws probably won’t leave much left for the others except scraps.
‘Where did they come from?’ He couldn’t remember, so he put his brain on replay: cat demon, fight (getting his ass kicked), cave, cat demon. Did he blackout somewhere? It seemed like something was missing.
If only he were back with his friends like a few years ago; his pack was small, but loyal and at least someone would’ve noticed he was missing and probably in trouble. But now, no one knew he was missing, nor cared. There would be no one to come to his rescue; no wind tunnel to suck these bastard demons up; no hirakotsu to tear them to pieces, not even a sacred arrow to blast them to oblivion. Nothing. No one. He was all alone, and would have to count on himself if he was going to get out of this. If he only had his strength back.
He let out another hoarse scream as the demon pulled him up by his hair and slashed the rest of his clothing from his body. He was awake again and despite the pain in his weak body he managed to slash at the demon with his own claws, right across the cat’s face just missing his left eye. Of course, this only infuriated the cat demon, so he took his anger out on Inuyasha’s jaw, throwing him to the rocky ground in the process and then, one by one he ripped out the boy’s offending claws making sure he wouldn’t be able to do that again.
However, the cat demon was careful not to kill the boy, only disable him for a while and teach him that he had no choice but to submit to the demon’s will. That’s when Inuyasha realized there was something else going on that he didn’t understand; this bastard was playing with him. He could’ve killed Inuyasha many times over by now, but he didn’t; he had other plans for the sweet-smelling, young thing.
Inuyasha felt himself being lifted by his hair again and strong, clawed fingers securing his wrists as he was slammed face first back down on that same large rock only this time he was naked and being restrained by his wrists with something that felt like metal chains. It wasn’t as if he could get away in his condition, but apparently, the demon wasn’t taking any more chances.
Suddenly Inuyasha could feel panic welling up in his gut - this was worse than bad; he was helpless, and reality was starting to dawn as he realized what was about to happen to him. He screamed and pulled at his shackled wrists but only managed to cut the flesh of his hands.
Clawed fingers slowly ran down the center of his back; he could feel the warm blood trickle from the wounds as the hand stopped at his ass to examine his full cheeks and then part them for closer inspection. “No!” he cried out, as one clawed finger forced its way inside him.
“Ahhh, a virgin boy - how delicious,” the cat demon announced with a low mocking laugh, and the other demons joined in his delight of seeing such an unspoiled beauty.
If Inuyasha wasn’t sure before, he was now. He kicked and screamed, but only in vain as the demon now had his legs stretched wide - he couldn’t move, all he could do was scream and spit the most foul language he could think of, but even his voice was starting to leave him. He was beginning to give up hope and he could feel the tears falling, making it even harder to see anything in the dimness of the cave.
He was going to die here; he was sure of it, and probably no one will find him. Maybe years from now someone will wander in here and find his bones chained to a rock - what an ending for the great half-demon who managed to beat Naraku but couldn’t handle a few low-level, bottom feeders.
Inuyasha let out a series of raspy cries as the demon penetrated his ass, the only lubricant being the hanyou’s own blood, and a searing burn ran up his spine. He was being pounded into the rough rock below him, each thrust of the demon above bringing new pain to his entire body and forcing the air from his lungs with uncontrollable bursts of breathy cries.
He didn’t want to be awake for this; why couldn’t he just pass out, or die? Dying would be better because then he wouldn’t have to live with the humiliation. However, he was fully conscious, painfully aware of every sensation from the coarse rock rubbing the side of his face raw, to the unrelenting invasion of his insides, to the delicate dripping of his blood from various wounds covering his body. He was in hell. What had he done to deserve this? All was lost. He could only cry and drift away into blissful unconsciousness… finally.
***^***
The smell of blood floated on the wind - Inuyasha’s blood. ‘So, father was right. Little brother does need help.’ Sesshomaru quickened his pace as he followed the scent.
To be continued…