InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The House of Mirth ❯ Depravity ( Chapter 2 )

The House of Mirth

By: RedHerring

 

Warning: This chapter is a dark lemon. Please do not read it if you are under 17.

 

Chapter Two: Depravity

 

The room is dark, dirty, and smells strongly of cigarette smoke. Just the way my mistress likes it. The rug is a moldy brown with a blood stain, tainting the floor on one side of the rotting bed. My mistress will have it no other way. The shades are drawn, and there sits a solitary chair facing the bed. So are the instructions of my mistress. I live to please my mistress.

 

When my mistress comes, she expects me undressed, lights off, sitting in the chair, and waiting patiently for her to arrive. Sometimes she may take hours, sometimes she only takes minutes to arrive and she pleases my most intense desires. Sometimes she instructs me on what to think about before she comes. Not so this time, and I sit waiting for an hour and a half in the smelly room.

 

The room is hot, and the wooden chair becomes slick with my sweat. I can feel the skin of my ass rubbing against the hard, wooden seat. I can feel the very slight breeze coming from under the door and sliding across my body. I can almost taste the depravity and sins that must have occurred in this very room before I came here; just as I taste the cloying air, heavy with its reek.

 

The door opens and a surge of relief and happiness fills me. My mistress has finally come, after I have waited for so long. She stands in the doorway, letting her eyes adjust to the dark shadows of the room. Her long, straight hair is pulled back in a white ribbon. She sports a bra-like tank top, and shorts that look more like panties. She has a dragon tattoo that starts at the knee and moves up to lick her breasts with its painted tongue.

 

“Onigumo,” she purrs. She walks in and closes the door behind her, and we are once again bathed in darkness. She stands very close to me, with her bare midriff close enough to lick. I look up at her adoringly, and she smirks back down at me.

 

“It's been a while, Onigumo. I hope that my absence has taught you a lesson,” she states as she sets down her duffle bag.

 

“Yes my mistress,” I devoutly reply. I must please my mistress, and I will never disobey her again.

 

“Good.” She smiles. “Then we will begin.”

 

She reaches for her halter top and pulls it over her head. Her large, luscious breasts come free and taunt me. I can already feel my dick lifting off of the seat. She is still very close and I can feel the heat she gives off.

 

Her hands move down to unbutton her short shorts. She slides down the zipper and bends forward to aid their descent to the floor. Her breasts are crushed into my face, and a nipple lands directly on my mouth. I want to open my mouth and suck it. Suck it, lick it, caress it like a newborn babe. I want to make her gasp with pleasure, but I must not. My mistress has forbidden me to touch her.

 

She sighs as her pants drop to the floor. Now she is in all of her naked glory, having not worn any underwear. She glances at my dick, which is now fully erect. She smiles mischievously, and moves to stand directly in front of me.

 

“Onigumo, I'm getting a little tired of our regular routine,” she says. Tired? Have I been displeasing my mistress? Is that why she stayed away extra long for my punishment?

 

“Mistress, my only desire is to please you,” I say.

 

“I know this, Onigumo, so you won't mind if I do anything I want with you,” she says. It is not a request. It is a statement that she knows will be followed fervently.

 

“Yes, my mistress.”

 

“Good then,” she purrs. She kneels down in front of me and runs her hands along the tops of my thighs. Her thumbs dip to brush my balls when her hands reach my crotch. On the fourth trip, one hand goes down to caress them; cupping them while her nails slightly scratch the skin around them.

 

I am in heaven, and my mistress knows it. Her ministrations only serve to make my erection harder and dripping with precum. Her other hand reaches out to grasp my cock, but pauses. I see a wicked smile cross my mistress's face and she stands up abruptly.

 

“Stand up,” she raps out, and I jump to obey. She positions me in front of the chair with my back to it. Then she walks behind me and sits down, while my head turns to follow her movements. A sharp sting to my bottom both reprimands me and excites me more.

 

“Onigumo, I did not say that you could move, did I?” she asks with a sharp tone. To feel the sting of her hand on my bottom again, I hesitate before answering. It comes with triple the force, three times. I am in ecstasy and my throat constricts as I try to speak.

 

“No, my mistress.”

 

“Then you will do exactly what I tell you, and nothing more. Do you understand?”

 

“Yes, my mistress,” I reply.

 

I can hear her unzipping her bag and pulling something out. This is unusual; usually she just brings herself. Usually she has her way with me and leaves. Sometimes she is rough, and sometimes she is gentle. Only occasionally will she let me experience my release. The past four times I have been with my mistress she has not let me fall into ecstasy, but has left me with a gnawing, wanting need. Then those six months in which I have not seen her were pure torture. She insists on fidelity; I must only come for her and my dick must only serve her.

 

“Bend down,” I hear her say. Her order startles me out of my musings and I quickly obey her orders.

 

“Spread your legs a bit.” I do so, and then I feel the heels of her feet against my lower back. Oh how I would love to see what she is doing.

 

“Uhhnnnnn,” I hear her moan. It sends a shiver down my spine.

 

“Ohhhhh,” she moans again. What is she doing? Her heels dig into my back and try to push me over.

 

“Aaaaaaa!” Her moan ends in a high shriek and the pushing stops. I hear pants and a few grunts from behind me and my mistress shifts again.

 

“Such a beautiful ass,” she murmurs. Suddenly I feel a finger stroking over my asshole. Another hand comes up to caress a cheek and slaps, then lightly rubs my abused posterior. Her other hand joins the actions of the second. Slapping, rubbing, and massaging my ass.

 

Her hands make a slow path back to my ring of muscle, where she stops her roving. Her hands grasp my cheeks and spread them painfully, stretching the skin. Feet are removed from my back and my mistress gives a shrill moan before I feel a wet warmth caress my asshole.

 

I struggle to quiet a moan that fights fiercely to break free. Her tongue strokes me and her teeth scrape me, while her hands stretch me. Her wet, hot tongue circles my hole roughly before she plunges it in. The invasion is abrupt, strange, and squishy. Her tongue moves around a bit, she thrusts it in and out, licks the length of my crack before she thrusts it in again. Dear god, I may come at any moment.

 

Suddenly a finger joins her heavenly tongue in its assault on my ass. It strokes the inside of me, as if searching for something. Her tongue continues to pleasure my ring of muscle that spasmodically clenches. Minutes pass and her finger dances inside of me until—there!

 

“Uuuhmmm!” I gurgle. That spot! So sweet, the electric tingles are so fierce! The prickly heat shoots through my body and flares strongly along my cock. But my mistress abruptly pulls away. I whimper in disappointment.

 

“Onigumo, dear, get on the bed,” she orders in a cold voice. Have I displeased my mistress again? She did not tell me I was not allowed to make noises, but with her it is usually assumed that I am not allowed to do it unless she tells me to.

 

With my head bowed I straighten up. I can barely walk straight -- my throbbing erection is so hot and painful. I sit on the bedside, opposite the blood stain, and await further instructions.

 

“I want you to lie down in the middle of the bed and watch me,” she says. I recline back and glance at her nervously. She is still sitting on the wooden chair. She has her feet perched on the edge and her legs spread wide, allowing me full view of her beautiful cunt. There is a small wire that trails out from under her and to a small hand held control. A vibrator. My mistress has shoved a vibrator up her own ass. My length twitches and the precum that has been gathering at the head slides down my throbbing shaft.

 

One of her long, slender hands reaches down into her duffle bag and emerges with another, similar, vibrator. It is long—I would say twelve inches—and thick. She grasps the end and flicks the switch on high. I hear the whine of the motor as she starts to slide the plastic dick up and down her luscious pussy lips. She pauses on her clit and moans in delight as the fierce vibrations pulsate rapidly on her sensitive nub.

 

“Oh... ohhh... ohhhhhh!” she shouts, and her hips buck. A foot slides off of the chair that must be, by now, very slick with sweat and my mistress's juices. Her eyes lock with mine and she slowly brings the vibrator down to her cunt. My eyes flick from her heated gaze to the thick plastic cock that slowly penetrates my mistress's body. My hands clutch the filthy blanket in an effort to keep from touching myself.

 

When she is thoroughly impaled on the vibrator she stands. Holding a control in either hand, she stands before me. With both turned to high, she stands with her thighs clamped tightly together. As she stands, she squirms, trying to create as much stimulation in her crotch as she can.

 

I can see her rising frustration as the vibrators tease her insides, but do not bring her the release she craves. The controls get transferred to one hand as the other darts to further aggravate her clit. She rubs furiously at her swollen nub and bucks her hips in a humping motion. Oh, she looks so erotic with the sweat glistening on her body, her hair plastered to her face, and her hips frantically humping her hand. I whimper lightly and hope she does not hear it in her fervor to seek her orgasm.

 

Finally, after twenty minutes of this torturous show, she stiffens and her hips buck wildly. Her hand goes flying up to fumble with the controls. She lowers the setting to the lowest vibration and she falls to her knees. The small vibrations draw her orgasm out for another five minutes. For five minutes she kneels on the floor, moaning and panting, grinding the vibrators deeper into her body.

 

Finally she stands up and looks at me. I am a mess. So absorbed in my need, my hips are bucking at air. Precum is streaming down my cock, and my hands clench at the covers. I concentrate fiercely to keep from coming to completion.

 

“My poor Onigumo,” she purrs in sated delight. I whimper and her eyes glint with an emotion that I cannot name. “You need me, don't you?” she asks.

 

“Yes, my mistress,” I rasp out.

 

“Tell me why you need me,” she orders. “Tell me how pathetic you are that you can't satisfy yourself.”

 

“Mistress, I don't know how,” I tell her. I do know how, but it gives me -- and her -- a burst of adrenalin for me to admit to helplessness. I revel in the humiliation I feel and the pain I receive at my mistress's hands and words.

 

“Then I'll help you,” she whispers. Instead of coming to the bed she goes to the duffle bag for the third time. Reaching in, she pulls out a harness-like contraption. I am confused, until she steps into it. With the vibrators still firmly planted in both of her enticing entrances, she steps into the harness and fastens the Velcro straps at her waist. Two motions secure the controls to the sides of the harness -- one at each hip. And there -- attached to the black harness -- is another fake dick. It is flesh colored, long, hard, and very thick. This is certainly not our usual routine.

 

She stalks to the bed and climbs on. She grabs my ankles and spreads my legs, crawling forward to my cock. So aroused am I, that I can not stop my air humping even through my slight feeling of apprehension. I need to be touched, to be pleasured.

 

“Bend your knees and spread them wide,” she orders. I comply, and a sadistic grin spreads across her face as she considers the flesh opened to her. A hand darts into the harness and emerges slick with her juices. She grasps the dildo and spreads the fluid along its length. The erotic sight of her caressing a dick that seems attached to her is too much; I close my eyes and throw my head to the side.

 

A sting to my bottom brings back my attention to my enraged mistress. But as I watch, her flaming eyes cool to a cold smirk. With a light voice she says, “You'll keep your nasty fluids to yourself, won't you? You wouldn't want me to be upset with you, would you?”

 

“No, mistress,” I reply feverishly, and she quickly thrusts forward and buries the fake dick deep into my ass.

 

The pain is excruciating. It burns as the thick cock invades me in the most intimate and disturbing way. I moan, but this time, my mistress does not seem to care. Slowly, ever so slowly, she moves the dildo inside of me. It takes several slow thrusts, but she finds that special spot again.

 

“Mmmmmmngh,” I moan as she hits it again and again.

 

“Watch me,” she says in a shaky voice. I manage to open my eyes in time to see her turn up the speed of her vibrtators to medium. She gasps, and her thrusts come a little faster.

 

“Oh - hh -- hh mi - I - s - s - stre - e -- ss!” I shout in ecstasy. I am so close to coming it is painful.

 

“Mistress... I'm... I'm going -- ohhhhh,” I try to tell her, but another hit to that spot -- that unbelievably sensitive spot that makes my whole body shudder.

 

“Don't come. Hold it,” my mistress growls harshly. Her teeth are clenched and a hand lifts off of my thigh to adjust the controls again, setting them to high. Her speed increases and becomes more erratic as she concentrates on her own approaching orgasm.

 

I must not fail my mistress, but the sensations created deep within me are almost too much to bear. I decide to concentrate on the pain radiating from my ass as a distraction. The abrupt invasion of my hole caused pain, but is now being overridden by my pleasure. If I clench my muscles -- there. Every time she drags out, I clench my asshole and it sends a streak of pain through my lower regions. But then she goes in again, out, and in, and out and in and out and in....

 

“Mmmm. Mmmmmm. Mmmmmm!! Ahhhhhh!” my mistress screams. It seems she has had another orgasm as while fucking me. She thrusts two more times, and then pulls out.

 

What? No! I need my release! After so long without one I need it! But I have no such luck. My mistress's face is set in a cold smile. I beg her with my eyes, my hips squirming and humping, begging for attention.

 

“Mistress, please!” I sob. The frustration is too great! She just ignores my pleas and whimpers and inspects the used dildo.

 

“Put all of your clothes back on,” she orders me, as she puts the harness back in her duffle bag. While I painfully move to my pile of clothes, she stands and watches me, vibrators shill sheathed fully inside her velvet depths, cords hanging to brush the controls against the floor. I pull on my underwear, pants, under shirt, shirt, tie, and jacket.

 

As I finish dressing, my mistress has donned her own clothing. I am surprised to find her tucking the cords and controls into her shorts. She walks over to me and brushes her hand against my straining erection.

 

“Take the train home. Keep this up, and I want you to stroke it in public, understood?” she orders me sharply. I nod and my hips follow her hand as it is pulled back. She leads me over to the door and opens it. Before she shoves me out, she gives me one more resounding slap on the buttocks and slams the door.

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The trip home is one of the most humiliating of my life. Two women slap me and call me a pervert, and one guy almost beats the shit out of me for looking at his girlfriend while stroking my erection. I am thankful that I have sunglasses and a hat to hide my appearance. It was with relief that I climb up the two flights of stairs to my apartment.

 

Just as I reach the top of the stairs, I can see my mistress leaning against the door of my apartment. As I now walk to her I can see her stick her hands into her pants where she has hidden her controls and adjust one. My mistress is such a slut; she shivers and shifts to grind her ass against my door.

 

As I approach her she glances up. She pulls away from the door and steps aside so I can unlock it. My cock twitches as she presses her lithe body against mine. I open the door and she pushes me inside. What is she doing? Has she not sent me home, once again, unsatisfied?

 

She pushes past me and slams me against the door. Quickly, she fumbles with my pants and kneels down in front of me. She pulls out my cock and immediately her mouth latches onto me like a vacuum. I moan loudly, and it is echoed by my mistress -- not caring who hears us.

 

A hand slips into her pants and adjusts the controls again, stimulating her and building to another orgasm.

 

She sucks me furiously, using her hands and teeth to quickly bring me to my first orgasm in months. I shout out and buck my hips as I release violently in her mouth, and she swallows all of my semen with relish.

 

I lean against the door, panting and gripping the doorknob to keep on my feet. Unexpectedly, she keeps my flaccid penis in her mouth and sucks me into another erection. The sensitivity of my flesh is almost painful, but her work is magic. She rubs her thighs together as her head bobs up and down on my dick, and one hand comes up to fondle my balls. Her tiny moans grow in volume, and her shrieks and grunts rival mine.

 

All at once, my mistress orgasms, and her sucking grows furious and rough. The violent change in pace sends me over the edge as my second volley of sperm is accepted into my mistress's willing mouth.

 

Her hands disappear into her pants to lower the setting of her vibrators again. I suppose that the continuous stimulation is too much for her. She does not say a word as she stands up and shoves me off of the door. I stumble and fall to my knees, weak with the pleasure that she has given me. The frustration and waiting have made my releases all the more powerful. I should not have doubted my mistress. She really does know what is best for me.

 

The door slams shut and my mistress is off without a backward glance. I do not know when I will see her again. She always calls and tells me where and when to meet her.

 

I take a moment to collect my strength and then lethargically make my way to my bedroom. As I pass one particular door I look in and sneer at the occupants. They always manage to infuriate me with just the sight of them. They ruined my life -- that bastard and his little kit that he is so protective of.

 

I shut the door and make my way to my room, my elation with my mistress still lingering in my mind. My mistress, my Kikyo.

 

AN: I warned you. I actually read some yaoi lemons to get an idea of how to write the part where Kikyo is doing Onigumo with the strap on... yeah. It was weird writing this. I'm not usually a very perverted person, yet I can admit that my mind does wander to the bizarre every once and a while.

Again, my beta for chapters 1-5, HieiWannabe, deserves a monumental thank you. I must say that she was highly respectful and decent about going through the lemon. Thank you!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any related characters.