InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Therapist ❯ Escaping The Slaughterhouse ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: I don't own “Inuyasha”.

 

 

A Word of Warning to Sensitive Readers:

Contains gory scenes and a lemon.

 

Word Translations:

 

Youkai - demon

Taiyoukai - great demon

Hanyou - half-demon
Ningen - human

Kami - deity

 

 

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The first thing they noticed was the horrified stare that almost all the residents of Furuzawa openly displayed. Housewives and gossips pointed at Kagome's short skirt and exposed legs, as they whispered quietly among themselves. A matronly lady who ran a clothing shop even came up to the group and pushed a yukata into the schoolgirl's hands before retreating quickly without saying so much as a word. Although the residents of the town were offended by what they saw, they didn't raise much of a protest because of the other incredible sight that walked right beside the girl.

 

Dressed in bright red with white hair and dog-like ears, Inuyasha's left hand gripped the sheath of his sword tightly as he glanced around, daring anyone to challenge them.

 

“Uh, I think we should try to find lodging as soon as possible,” Miroku observed as the general hostility grew.

 

“Psst!”

 

The group turned to see a little old man approaching them quietly out of a narrow alley. “Come with me please,” he said.

 

Although they didn't like the idea of ducking into an alley single-file, it was a much better prospect than facing a street full of annoyed people. The old man led the entire group through a maze of back alley streets before they finally arrived at a shabby, two-storey house. Ushering them inside quickly, he showed them into a threadbare tatami mat room and poured tea before explaining himself.

 

“I shall be direct with you,” the old man said as he poured out the steaming tea. “The thing is, I need your help. I have heard from my relatives in the South of a group of demon exterminators that is led by a demon with white hair and dog-like ears.”

 

“Am I leading this grou—“

 

Everyone shushed Inuyasha who seemed bewildered by the observation.

 

“My relatives tell me that you are powerful people and that you can kill any demon that you meet.”

 

“Keh! That's right! I've dueled with the best of them!” Inuyasha jumped up exclaiming.

 

“I am glad to hear that,” the old man smiled. “I have a young granddaughter who has been captured by this awful demoness. The monster calls herself Kochiyo and she pretends to be human. She runs a house of pleasure…”

 

Sango glared at the monk, “Don't get any ideas!”

 

The old man smiled, but sadly. “It's youkai only. The monster pretends to be a noble lady who frequently throws parties where demons from far and wide are invited. They all look human, until you fight them… I suppose.”

 

“You know, we should do our own investigations first…” Sango remarked.

 

“Please help me noble heroes!” the old man bowed with his head to the ground. “My granddaughter is the only one I have left in this world! She's a young and innocent virgin and I'm afraid…”

 

As soon as the monk's ears picked up the words “young”, “innocent” and “virgin” he leapt to his feet, “Fear not old man! For I, Miroku the monk, will save your young and pretty granddaughter!”

 

“I'm going with you.” Sango's eyes were drilling holes into the monk's back.

 

“We'll all go,” Kagome cheerily added.

 

“I don't see how any of this has to do with collecting jewel shards…” the hanyou complained under his breath.

 

 

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For the first time in many days, Sachiko felt herself lying on something soft. Instinctively, she tried raising her arms to stretch, but found that she could not move them. It took her a moment to realise that she was still bound hand and foot, lying on a pile of sacks with a torn sheet covering her naked body. Raising herself up to look around, she soon met the wide-eyed stare of the little girl.

 

`Gaarrrahhhh!' she forgot all about the child! Sachiko remembered the events of last night and blushed a deep red. She felt a twinge of guilt when she thought about how her actions had likely taken away the child's innocence. She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it again and looked away.

 

The door opened a few moments later and Gurekaibutsu lumbered in. He moved over to the woman, bent down and stroked her hair, almost as though she was a beloved pet. She leaned upwards and kissed his lips. The soft sensation of kissing must have been quite alien for the grey-skinned demon, for there was a look of surprise on his face when he touched the place where she kissed.

 

“Were you never kissed before?”

 

The demon shook his head.

 

“Would you like another one?”

 

Almost as though he was in a trance, Gurhekaibutsu nodded. Sachiko bent towards him and kissed his twisted lips. Flicking her tongue over his mouth she slowly got him to open his lips before thrusting her tongue into his mouth, allowing it to teasingly play with his. As this new sensation sent tingles through his mouth down into his spine, he picked her up in his arms and pressed her closely against his blood-stained clothes.

 

He was gasping for air when she finally released his lips. Nuzzling his ear softly, she whispered, “I can show you more if you untie me.”

 

“No.”

 

“Please Gurekaibutsu-san, my wrists are hurting,” she gazed into his eyes, pouting.

 

The demon untied her hands from behind her back and holding them firmly, massaged her wrists before retying her hands in front of her.

 

“T-To-Tonight,” he smiled hideously. “S-s-show Gu-gurekaibutsu.”

 

Sachiko forced a smile on her face that disappeared as soon as the demon lumbered off to his daily duties. Once she was alone, she used whatever little of her fingers that stuck out of the skillfully tied ropes to try and undo the cord that bound her ankles together. She worked at it for an hour, but was unable to loosen the bonds which were tied too tightly. Cursing angrily, she looked up and saw the little girl staring at what she was doing.

 

“We'll get out of this, somehow,” she said.

 

The little girl just stared at her and made some unintelligible noises through her gag. She nodded towards a table just in front of her. Sachiko followed the girl's gaze and saw an assortment of knives on the table. Supporting herself against a shelf that was cluttered with human limbs, she managed to force herself into a standing position. Then, leaning on various objects in the slaughterhouse, she slowly pulled herself towards the table of knives. She was able to make her way gradually towards her goal until the last few feet, which consisted of an open space with nothing for her to lean on.

 

Carefully steadying herself, she slowly let go of her supports. The petite woman found that by carefully flexing her toes and shifting her heel, she was able to inch slowly across the open area. Although hopping would have definitely been faster, she could not do so because her feet were slightly swollen from being tied so tightly and the floor beneath was slippery from the blood and other fluids that covered it.

 

Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, she got close enough to reach out and touch the handle of a knife with her fingertips. However, before she could get any closer, the sound of the door opening caused her to panic and lose her balance. She fell on the slippery floor, bringing a few of the knives down with her.

 

Alerted by the clatter of falling knives, the grey demon dropped the freshly slaughtered human remains that he was carrying and rushed through the floor. Even from where she lay, Sachiko could see fury and disappointment welling up in the monster's eyes. He picked her up and roughly dumped her onto the pile of sacks. Then, searching around the odds and ends that lay around the slaughterhouse, he found a strong rope, from which he made a noose. Holding the struggling woman down, he forced it around her neck and secured the other end in an iron ring that was attached to a nearby wall.

 

Although he said nothing to her, a throaty rumble from the demon signed his displeasure. She watched as he sharpened one of his knives before pulling the little girl off her meat hook.

 

“Stop!” Sachiko could see the fear in the little girl's eyes. “Please don't kill her, Gurekaibutsu-san.”

 

Ignoring her pleas, he picked up a bucket of liquid and splashed it on the little girl before proceeding to rub a fragrant herbal mixture into her skin.

 

“Please Gurekaibutsu-san; can't you serve them some other type of meat?”

 

“No,” he was growling angrily now.

 

“Please save her too! I know you can…”

 

“No!”

 

“Please Gurekaibutsu! Please don't do this! I believe in you! Please don't be a monster! I lo-….”

 

With a swift motion that caught even Sachiko by surprise, the grey demon was standing over her in an instant and with his huge hand, slapped her across the face. She instantly blacked out from the force of the blow and lay on the heap of sacks like a broken doll.

 

The grey demon froze momentarily when he saw the bruise that was starting to form on her cheek. He felt her neck for a pause and heaved a sigh of relief as one tear slid down his eye. She was going to say it, and he had to stop her before the words came out of her mouth. They would burn his ears and break his heart. For a brief moment last night, he had allowed some hope to flutter into his heart, but he knew deep down, it was too good to be true. She was definitely different from all the women who shrunk away screaming when he approached them, but like every female he had ever known, she too wanted to get away from him.

 

He growled. She was his and he would never allow her to escape him.

 

It was late at night when Sachiko opened her eyelids. In the dim light, she saw the grey demon sitting hunched over on the small wooden bench, drinking some kind of strong liquor from a large pottery jar. Struggling to lift herself up despite the dull pain that throbbed in her cheek, she sighed in relief when she saw the little girl, who was now back on the hook, blinking and staring in her direction. The sound of her sigh made the demon get up and move towards her. Settling down on the pile beside her, he pulled her into his lap and used a damp cloth to dab at the large bruise that formed on her face.

 

“N-no m-more r-run-running a-a-away,” he muttered, as he gently cleaned her face.

 

She nuzzled his neck in response. “I'm sorry, Gurekaibutsu-san. I won't try to run again…”

 

She heard what sounded like a cynical snort from the demon, but he continued caressing her face. She began nibbling his neck and ear, feeling his body respond with shudders of delight. The thing between his legs grew hard and started to rise. Then she remembered.

 

Stopping for a moment, she murmured in his ear, “Can you blindfold the girl? I don't like how she is staring at us.”

 

The demon looked over her shoulder and saw the discomforting, wide-eyed stare of the child. He got up and tied a rag around the child's eyes before returning to the pile. He gathered Sachiko up in his huge arms and kissed her on the lips, letting his tongue slide into her mouth to play with hers in the same way that she had shown him earlier on. He smiled internally when he felt her jerk in surprise as her body and lips involuntarily responded to his open-mouthed kiss.

 

It seemed the grey demon was a fast learner. Sachiko cringed on the inside when his kiss sent waves of desire through her body, she resisted the urge to push him aside and forcibly willed herself to focus on the task ahead. Sensing his erection poking her thigh, she whispered teasingly in his ear, “You have to untie me if you want to feel what I can show you…”

 

There was a slight rumble from the grey demon, before he untied her feet with a flick of his fingers. As her legs parted and straddled his thigh, she held out her bound hands in his direction.

 

“N-no n-need f-for h-h-hands,” he snarled.

 

“But—“

 

“No!”

 

Gently lifting her off his thigh, he sat up and stripped off his pants. Then pulling her towards him, he tried to direct her head towards his manhood.

 

“No no,” she laughed. “Lift me up onto your lap.”

 

As he hoisted her up, she parted her legs and allowed her smooth calves to straddle his thighs.

 

“Lean back.” She gently pushed him down onto the sacks. Then, using her bound hands to support herself on his broad chest, she lifted her hips and pushed downwards, allowing his arousal to penetrate her soft, wet folds.

 

They both moaned as her muscles clenched his length tightly. The petite woman continued pushing downwards until she engulfed his entire manhood, and then started to move her hips rhythmically. Slow at first, allowing his erection slide in and out of her folds. Then she started to wriggle and grind her mound against the skin of his groin, moving in a hypnotic manner so that his length could fully explore her inner moistness.

 

Groans of pleasure erupted from both their mouths as Gurekaibutsu's hips started to buckle and move in rhythm to Sachiko's sensuous dance. She quickened her pace a little and bent downwards, kissing his chest, working her way up to his neck, where his veins were now showing, raised high by the blood pumping through his body.

 

As the pleasure heightened, he started to roar, his neck tensed as his veins now became visible through the folds of flesh. Sachiko looped her arms around his head and let them fall around his shoulders before she opened her mouth. Then suddenly, she bit down hard on his jugular vein! The scream of pain from her victim was deafening, but she bit harder, determined to sever his vein. Blood was now spurting everywhere as the demon struggled to get the woman off his chest. However, the desperate woman dug her elbows into the hollows of his shoulders using her entire body weight to keep him from getting up.

 

Although a deceptively harmless thing, the human mouth and jaws are able to exert 200lbs of pressure, enough to crush veins and small bones. Fueled by the adrenaline that was now coursing through her bloodstream, the woman's grip was like iron. She held onto him with all her might, his chipped claws raking her back, making blooded lines all along her smooth skin. Then, he stopped moving.

 

Sachiko held on until she was sure he was completely still. Then she let go and rolled to the side where she struggled to stand despite the pain. Making her way quickly to the knives, she sawed off the rope binding her hands and then picked up the biggest, sharpest knife she could find. Walking towards the now still Gurekaibutsu, she stabbed the knife downwards, into his neck moving and cutting so as to detach his head from his body.

 

She didn't know what demons could do, but she wasn't going to take the chance of him getting up later. As she walked back to the table, she cursed silently when she saw that the hurriedly tied-blindfold had slipped from the girl's eyes. There was no way of knowing how much the child had actually seen! Hanging her head in shame, Sachiko lifted the child off the meat hook and undid the rope that bound her hands and feet together. Once she was free, the child, still staring in wide-eyed terror, backed away from the blood-covered woman

 

Tears sprang to her eyes as she reached out towards the cowering child, “Come on, I won't hurt you.”

 

However, the child was unable to move, perhaps frozen in terror at what she had seen. As the tears flowed down her eyes, Sachiko limped painfully towards the door and carefully peeked out. From the shadows of a slightly ajar door, she saw a small courtyard and a cluster of buildings that looked like storehouses. Suddenly, she heard the sound of a nearby explosion, and a section of wall that fenced up the little courtyard fell down. Holding the knife tightly in one hand, she forced herself to move out so she could get a better view of what was happening.

 

Beyond the opening in the wall, she saw a large garden, where a strange white-haired being clothed in a red suit was fighting a huge snake-like demon. The stranger in red was wielding a huge sword and was accompanied by a monk, a woman with a huge boomerang and a schoolgirl who was using a bow.

 

Sachiko's eyes widened when she saw the schoolgirl. Here was something at last that she recognized in this crazy demon-infested world. The petite woman wanted to run over and grab hold of the girl, ask her what was going on and perhaps how to get out of this endless nightmare. However, the giant snake opened its mouth and clouds of almost opaque purple gas rushed out. The purple clouds enveloped the warrior in red and his companions. Sachiko heard coughing and the sound of falling bodies. Even from where she was standing, she could smell the acid-like odour of the gas clouds which made her cough.

 

Unfortunately, the sound of her coughing alerted the giant snake demon. Uncoiling swiftly it was in front of Sachiko in a second. Screaming in terror, the frightened woman turned and ran into the small courtyard she had originally emerged from. As she turned around, the petite woman saw that the sound of combat had drawn the little girl out of the house.

 

At that moment, something instinctive woke up inside Sachiko, filling her blood with fire. She no longer felt the blood loss and pain that the Gurekaibutsu inflicted on her as sped towards the child. Running faster than she had ever done in her life, Sachiko sped past the child and lifted the girl up with a single sweep of her arm, before thundering into the maze of storehouses that went around the small courtyard.

 

The snake demon, or rather, demoness was furious to see that this strange, naked Ningen female had run into her storehouses. Because she was currently too large to squeeze through the small doorways, she had to damage the roof of her own property to get to her prey. She paused for a second before plunging her head through the fragile wooden roofs. She easily spotted the pair inside a storehouse filled with barrels. Trapped like animals, all she had to do was open her mouth and let her poison miasma roll forth.

 

Then, she saw something that few youkai had ever seen. The strange Ningen female, who was encrusted with dried blood, sprang up like a full-blooded demon, first leaping up on a small barrel, and using the momentum created, jumped up to her nose and onto her face. It only took a second before she saw the knife come down; and then there was a squishy sensation as one of her eyes went black.

 

The demoness screamed in pain, lifting her head suddenly out of the storehouse. She vaguely heard the Ningen shout the word “Run!” The strange woman was still riding on her nose, possibly holding onto the knife that was now embedded in her eye.

 

`WHAT AM I DOING!' The thought passed fleetingly through Sachiko as she clung onto the knife for dear life. It would have been easier for her to hide behind the barrels and scream, but when she saw the snake demon opening its mouth, she knew she would succumb to the purple clouds that were about to emerge. So she took the only logical action available. Or did she? She was confused. Her actions in the previous days and on this strange, moonlit night were almost alien to her. The Sachiko Taji she remembered would have likely curled up and died under Gurekaibutsu's cleaver. Yet, here she was, alive and taking on a giant demon.

 

As the huge snake tossed its head around, Sachiko felt her hands loosening its grip around the handle of the knife. She screamed as her hands lost their grip and she fell. She felt her back hit the body of the snake and slide downwards. As the raw and ragged claw wounds rubbed against the scales of the snake, a horrible scream of pain erupted from her mouth. However, it was drowned out by a roar from the giant snake as it split neatly in half.

 

Now, lying still and unable to move because of the pain and the amount of blood that she had lost, Sachiko looked up from the serpent's motionless coils at the full moon. It was a good night to die. As she slipped off into blissful unconsciousness, she saw what could only be a dying man's vision. A tall kami with silvery hair floated down from heaven. As his feet touched the giant coils, she saw a face that was both divine and familiar at the same time.

 

Was this an angel? Sachiko smiled. If all of heaven only consisted of the bliss she felt when looking into his golden eyes, her soul would rest contented forever.

 

 

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Author's Note: I did a bit of reading regarding the strength and capabilities of the human body. It was really surprising to find out that the human jaw could actually exert 200 lbs of pressure. Although it is much less than a crocodile's jaws for instance, that force alone is enough to crush bone.

 

Regarding Sachiko's strength and speed, it was inspired in part by my reading up on the amazing things that a human body is capable of when caught in a glitch. In a famous case in 1942 a navel officer on an armed merchant ship actually managed to wrench a 4 foot high safe made of cast iron that was bolted down onto the deck deep inside the ship and carry it up to the top deck, when he thought they were being attacked. He was an intensely patriotic individual and the safe contained documents which he was responsible for. It took 4 men to carry that same safe back later, and not a single one of them could lift it on his own.

 

Why the human body is capable of such amazing feats of strength is still a mystery. Perhaps it is adrenaline running through the blood. Or perhaps it is something else. Why it doesn't always happen when people are caught in a desperate situation is also a complete mystery. Perhaps it is triggered by some kind of strong emotion, like love or even the desperate desire to save one's life. Whatever it might be, when it happens, it often becomes the subject of legends and stories that are told again and again perhaps to remind ourselves that were don't know everything there is to know, and that there is indeed something special inside each and every human being.