InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Wounds Heal, Scars Remain ❯ Ch9-Master ( Chapter 9 )
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By: TearsOfTwilight 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.06.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 414 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.06.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 414 | Status: Work In Progress
It seems like I'm just having horrid luck lately. All of chapter nine got deleted, so I rewrote it. Its not as good as the original unfortunatly, but it was the best I could come up with.
Chapter Nine- Master
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All that filled Inuyasha's ears was the wail of what seemed like a thousand sirens. As the police flooded his apartment, the hanyou called out the young girl's names, hoping to find them in all the chaos.
"Kanna! Shiori!" He could hear a voice, clear but slight.
"M...Mr. Inuyasha?"
"Shiori! Where's Kanna? Where's...."
"Excuse me, Sir?"
Barely supressing a snarl, the hanyou turned around to the offending police officer. "What the hell is it?!"
The unfortunate youkai lept back in surprise at such a vicious answer. "Well I.....sir please. We've got some questions concerning...."
"Naraku? Did you catch him? Is Ses...."
"Sir...I'm sorry but...."
With a feral growl Inuyasha shoved the officer backwards, using just enough force to send the demon reeling off his feet. He was just about to finish him off when an all too familiar voice hit the hanyou's ears.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He whirled around to attack but stopped short as a familiar face met his eye.
Kouga....
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When Sesshoumaru awoke, he found himself bound and gagged, lying on the floor next to what looked to be a king-sized bed. He was also naked, all but for a swath of bandages that engulfed his lower abdomen. At first he didn't know how he'd gotten there, but as the memories came rushing back, the youkai felt his blood go cold. Naraku was here. Naraku, who alone brought forth all the restless terrors he'd kept locked in his heart since childhood. Naraku, who was even now looming in some dismal shadow, waiting for the opportune moment.
"I see you have returned to the realm of the living, Sesshoumaru."
It took all the willpower in the inu's soul not to cringe back as the kumo aproached him. He glared fearlessly into Naraku's garish eyes and prayed that the demon would not see the desperation lurking in his own.
Slowly Naraku bent down, until their faces were literally inches apart. "Why do you think I have brought you here, Sesshoumaru?"
Unable to speak because of the foul-tasting gag the inu shook his head violently. Kuso, he felt lower than a dog! He could feel Naraku's putrid breath whistling past him as the kumo whispered in his ear.
"I'll tell you, puppy. It's because I am your master, because you are too beautiful not to be caged." Saying this, he sat down and slowly drew Sesshoumaru in his lap. The reaction was imediate. The inu jerked away, struggling against the ropes that bound him as well as Naraku's rigid grasp.
"Be still dog." Deftly Naraku slid his fingers along his victim's side, shoving them past the bandages into the still open wound. Despite himself, a muffled cry was torn from Sesshoumaru's throat. The kumo smirked as he pulled his now bloody hand from the incision. Deftly he cut the smaller youkai's bonds and threw him onto the satin-swathed bed.
"It is time you learned your place."
Blood-loss had weakened Sesshoumaru greatly, and never before had he wished so desperately for strength. As it was, he didn't even have a second to blink before the kumo's body was crushing his own. Sesshoumaru now noticed, though it was far too late, that there were shackles bolted to the headboard. Seeing the inu's eyes go wide, Naraku laughed. He had not yet begun to play.
"Turn around."
Sesshoumaru stared defiantly at the other demon. Did Naraku really believe that he would in any way comply?
"You will burn for this kumo." Naraku did not reply, but his smirk grew considerably larger. Without warning he spun the other man around, slamming him face-first into the bed's wooden headboard. The inu bit off a muffled cry of surprise as cold steel enveloped his wrists.
"If you struggle, if you scream and wail till the bowels of the earth itself begin to shake, no one will hear you. No one will come to your aid." Naraku sighed in mock fustration. "I shouldn't bother. You will defy me no matter what I say. Either way, Sesshoumaru, I will soon break you." Slowly, the kumo slid off the bed. "I suppose I should reveal the little toys we'll be using shouldn't I?" Not waiting for a reply he carefully pulled back the bed's claret-colored sheets.
Sesshoumaru's eyes grew impossibly wide as he saw what lay beneath that satin shroud. A collection of 'toys' that would have made Miroku cringe.
"On your knees." Too shocked and weak from blood-loss to resist, Sesshoumaru allowed himself to be dragged into a kneeling position. It was then that the white-haired youkai noticed that the chains had a long lead. So, Naraku wanted a struggle did he? There was a faint clanking sound. Sessoumaru shivered slightly as more coils of cold steel were drawn across his back and down his neck until they came to rest, hanging just inches from the inu's face.
"Take them. In your mouth."
"And if I were to refuse?"
Naraku grabbed his jaw, forcing it open as he shoved the chain in his mouth like the bit of a bridle. The kumo then grabbed the trailing links, pulling them around each side of Sesshoumaru's face. '......reins....' The inu paniced now. All resolutions and thoughts of rationality vanished, left to the mercy of the shackle-bearing demon looming above him. With a faint laugh the kumo lept onto his victim's back, giving the makeshift reins a good tug.
"You should know by now, my pet. No one refuses me."
There was a blinding pain as Naraku entered him, then all Sesshoumaru could feel was his own gut-wrenching scream. It seemed to rise from somewhere deep inside, a place that had been touched only once before. The first time his father raped him Sesshoumaru had cried out, and the sound had consumed not just his voice, but his entire soul, his very being. It wrenched him apart while at the same time kept him sane. If all his spirit was in the scream, then no one could possibly own it.
Jerking on the lengths of rusted chain, Naraku thrust in deeper. He hit Sesshoumaru's prostate, but instead of pleasure it brought only pain. The smaller youkai bucked hard. He new it was useless, knew that his struggles simply added to the kumo's pleasure. Still, Sesshoumaru's pride would not allow him to take this blow laying down. He was not yet that broken.
"Scream again for me....pet."
Through his mouthful of chain, the inu growled. He had to remain strong, resist Naraku, but the strength of both Sesshoumaru's body and soul were not limitless. He was being worn down. It wasn't just the pain of the rape, it was the shame. The shame and utter disgust that had lived inside his heart for years, beginning as a child under his father's sadistic rule. Inuyasha could cause this tidal wave of anguish to receed, but now, with Naraku tearing his body to pieces, Sesshoumaru wished only for death.
"I said SCREAM!" The violence of the kumo's thrusts increased twofold as he sought to bring out his sex toy's pretty voice. He pulled back hard on the chains, hooking them under his legs and sawing them back and forth against Sesshoumaru's delicate mouth. There was so much blood. It drenched the sheets, coated the steel, and dribbled continuously down the inu's thighs and chin.
With a hidious clanking of chains, Sesshoumaru let out a loud cry. It reverberated around mockingly in his mind, a black raven of despair. He felt doubly worse, for the inu youkai knew that he could have kept back that scream. Physically anyway. It was his mind that had finally failed him. The pain was not too great, but then Sesshoumaru was so tired of pain. It had controlled him since he was but a child. Just once couldn't he go a day without being plagued with the shadows of this drawn out hell? Whether his body bled or not, the inu would never be free of it. The agony was part of him now, and though he hated to admit it, Sesshoumaru was uncertain that it would ever vanish.
"Beg me to stop. I want to hear you beg."
It was amazing how petulant and child-like Naraku sounded. He treated everything as a toy, replacable when broken. 'But one day you will be the toy, kumo.' Sesshoumaru gave up on these words almost the instant they entered his mind. He would never defeat Naraku, and even if he did, a new form of pain would soon arise. Pain was a fact of life.
"Beg..."
"Onegai Naraku. Ta..tamera!" The inu's voice seemed strange, like it wasn't a part of him at all.
"Just Naraku? Call me master."
A familiar flare of outrage erupted in Sesshoumaru's soul. "Burn in Hell kumo!" The words were spat between cold lengths of steel.
"What was that, BITCH?" Another jerk of the chains, more blood, more screams.
"For..forgive me......Naraku-sama....sumimasen...."
The kumo gave a sharp cry as he reached his climax, spilling his seed all down Sesshoumaru's bloodied legs. The inu hadn't even noticed. Naraku let go of the chains, and he watched as they fell from his mouth, landing link by link onto the bedspread. His life was like a set of chains. It held him captive. He was the slave, Naraku the master.
For the first time in years Sesshoumaru began to cry.
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-TOT
Chapter Nine- Master
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All that filled Inuyasha's ears was the wail of what seemed like a thousand sirens. As the police flooded his apartment, the hanyou called out the young girl's names, hoping to find them in all the chaos.
"Kanna! Shiori!" He could hear a voice, clear but slight.
"M...Mr. Inuyasha?"
"Shiori! Where's Kanna? Where's...."
"Excuse me, Sir?"
Barely supressing a snarl, the hanyou turned around to the offending police officer. "What the hell is it?!"
The unfortunate youkai lept back in surprise at such a vicious answer. "Well I.....sir please. We've got some questions concerning...."
"Naraku? Did you catch him? Is Ses...."
"Sir...I'm sorry but...."
With a feral growl Inuyasha shoved the officer backwards, using just enough force to send the demon reeling off his feet. He was just about to finish him off when an all too familiar voice hit the hanyou's ears.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He whirled around to attack but stopped short as a familiar face met his eye.
Kouga....
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When Sesshoumaru awoke, he found himself bound and gagged, lying on the floor next to what looked to be a king-sized bed. He was also naked, all but for a swath of bandages that engulfed his lower abdomen. At first he didn't know how he'd gotten there, but as the memories came rushing back, the youkai felt his blood go cold. Naraku was here. Naraku, who alone brought forth all the restless terrors he'd kept locked in his heart since childhood. Naraku, who was even now looming in some dismal shadow, waiting for the opportune moment.
"I see you have returned to the realm of the living, Sesshoumaru."
It took all the willpower in the inu's soul not to cringe back as the kumo aproached him. He glared fearlessly into Naraku's garish eyes and prayed that the demon would not see the desperation lurking in his own.
Slowly Naraku bent down, until their faces were literally inches apart. "Why do you think I have brought you here, Sesshoumaru?"
Unable to speak because of the foul-tasting gag the inu shook his head violently. Kuso, he felt lower than a dog! He could feel Naraku's putrid breath whistling past him as the kumo whispered in his ear.
"I'll tell you, puppy. It's because I am your master, because you are too beautiful not to be caged." Saying this, he sat down and slowly drew Sesshoumaru in his lap. The reaction was imediate. The inu jerked away, struggling against the ropes that bound him as well as Naraku's rigid grasp.
"Be still dog." Deftly Naraku slid his fingers along his victim's side, shoving them past the bandages into the still open wound. Despite himself, a muffled cry was torn from Sesshoumaru's throat. The kumo smirked as he pulled his now bloody hand from the incision. Deftly he cut the smaller youkai's bonds and threw him onto the satin-swathed bed.
"It is time you learned your place."
Blood-loss had weakened Sesshoumaru greatly, and never before had he wished so desperately for strength. As it was, he didn't even have a second to blink before the kumo's body was crushing his own. Sesshoumaru now noticed, though it was far too late, that there were shackles bolted to the headboard. Seeing the inu's eyes go wide, Naraku laughed. He had not yet begun to play.
"Turn around."
Sesshoumaru stared defiantly at the other demon. Did Naraku really believe that he would in any way comply?
"You will burn for this kumo." Naraku did not reply, but his smirk grew considerably larger. Without warning he spun the other man around, slamming him face-first into the bed's wooden headboard. The inu bit off a muffled cry of surprise as cold steel enveloped his wrists.
"If you struggle, if you scream and wail till the bowels of the earth itself begin to shake, no one will hear you. No one will come to your aid." Naraku sighed in mock fustration. "I shouldn't bother. You will defy me no matter what I say. Either way, Sesshoumaru, I will soon break you." Slowly, the kumo slid off the bed. "I suppose I should reveal the little toys we'll be using shouldn't I?" Not waiting for a reply he carefully pulled back the bed's claret-colored sheets.
Sesshoumaru's eyes grew impossibly wide as he saw what lay beneath that satin shroud. A collection of 'toys' that would have made Miroku cringe.
"On your knees." Too shocked and weak from blood-loss to resist, Sesshoumaru allowed himself to be dragged into a kneeling position. It was then that the white-haired youkai noticed that the chains had a long lead. So, Naraku wanted a struggle did he? There was a faint clanking sound. Sessoumaru shivered slightly as more coils of cold steel were drawn across his back and down his neck until they came to rest, hanging just inches from the inu's face.
"Take them. In your mouth."
"And if I were to refuse?"
Naraku grabbed his jaw, forcing it open as he shoved the chain in his mouth like the bit of a bridle. The kumo then grabbed the trailing links, pulling them around each side of Sesshoumaru's face. '......reins....' The inu paniced now. All resolutions and thoughts of rationality vanished, left to the mercy of the shackle-bearing demon looming above him. With a faint laugh the kumo lept onto his victim's back, giving the makeshift reins a good tug.
"You should know by now, my pet. No one refuses me."
There was a blinding pain as Naraku entered him, then all Sesshoumaru could feel was his own gut-wrenching scream. It seemed to rise from somewhere deep inside, a place that had been touched only once before. The first time his father raped him Sesshoumaru had cried out, and the sound had consumed not just his voice, but his entire soul, his very being. It wrenched him apart while at the same time kept him sane. If all his spirit was in the scream, then no one could possibly own it.
Jerking on the lengths of rusted chain, Naraku thrust in deeper. He hit Sesshoumaru's prostate, but instead of pleasure it brought only pain. The smaller youkai bucked hard. He new it was useless, knew that his struggles simply added to the kumo's pleasure. Still, Sesshoumaru's pride would not allow him to take this blow laying down. He was not yet that broken.
"Scream again for me....pet."
Through his mouthful of chain, the inu growled. He had to remain strong, resist Naraku, but the strength of both Sesshoumaru's body and soul were not limitless. He was being worn down. It wasn't just the pain of the rape, it was the shame. The shame and utter disgust that had lived inside his heart for years, beginning as a child under his father's sadistic rule. Inuyasha could cause this tidal wave of anguish to receed, but now, with Naraku tearing his body to pieces, Sesshoumaru wished only for death.
"I said SCREAM!" The violence of the kumo's thrusts increased twofold as he sought to bring out his sex toy's pretty voice. He pulled back hard on the chains, hooking them under his legs and sawing them back and forth against Sesshoumaru's delicate mouth. There was so much blood. It drenched the sheets, coated the steel, and dribbled continuously down the inu's thighs and chin.
With a hidious clanking of chains, Sesshoumaru let out a loud cry. It reverberated around mockingly in his mind, a black raven of despair. He felt doubly worse, for the inu youkai knew that he could have kept back that scream. Physically anyway. It was his mind that had finally failed him. The pain was not too great, but then Sesshoumaru was so tired of pain. It had controlled him since he was but a child. Just once couldn't he go a day without being plagued with the shadows of this drawn out hell? Whether his body bled or not, the inu would never be free of it. The agony was part of him now, and though he hated to admit it, Sesshoumaru was uncertain that it would ever vanish.
"Beg me to stop. I want to hear you beg."
It was amazing how petulant and child-like Naraku sounded. He treated everything as a toy, replacable when broken. 'But one day you will be the toy, kumo.' Sesshoumaru gave up on these words almost the instant they entered his mind. He would never defeat Naraku, and even if he did, a new form of pain would soon arise. Pain was a fact of life.
"Beg..."
"Onegai Naraku. Ta..tamera!" The inu's voice seemed strange, like it wasn't a part of him at all.
"Just Naraku? Call me master."
A familiar flare of outrage erupted in Sesshoumaru's soul. "Burn in Hell kumo!" The words were spat between cold lengths of steel.
"What was that, BITCH?" Another jerk of the chains, more blood, more screams.
"For..forgive me......Naraku-sama....sumimasen...."
The kumo gave a sharp cry as he reached his climax, spilling his seed all down Sesshoumaru's bloodied legs. The inu hadn't even noticed. Naraku let go of the chains, and he watched as they fell from his mouth, landing link by link onto the bedspread. His life was like a set of chains. It held him captive. He was the slave, Naraku the master.
For the first time in years Sesshoumaru began to cry.
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-TOT