InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ You Darkness... ❯ Chapter 32 - A New Life of Hell's Own Making! ( Chapter 32 )
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You Darkness
by Vyncent
**This story contains violence, sexual content and rape! Some of the contents of this story are graphic. You are WARNED**
(A/N: Ok folks! The 'shit' hits the fan for our villain starting here. Up until now, he has been treated...ehr, uhm...'nicely'...HEH! HEH! HEH! I warn everyone again, that this is quite graphic. If you do not want to or are not comfortable reading such material, then skip this chapter and the next one. While it is not as intense as I could have made it, it is pretty harsh.
Additionally, Sesshomaru and Kouga will seem a bit out of character here as well, especially as compared to the story so far. I offer no defense, but will state this...prior to Kagome's kidnapping by Kouga, he was a cold blooded, and ruthless killer of ningen. He had no problems with killing entire villages and letting his pack feed off of the remains. Remember, this is how Rin was killed and Sesshomaru was given the opportunity to 'test' Tenseiga.
Sesshomaru is a cruel youkai, however, from my perspective, he is not heartless. If he were, he would never have been able to wield Tenseiga. Remember, the Sword of Healing can only work for one with compassion in his heart. On the other hand, Sesshomaru has no patience or sympathy for crooks. In each of the cases that they has shown him killing ruthlessly in the anime and in the manga, all of those he has killed has been bandits or mercenaries.
For this reason, the initial part of the punishment is their right of claim on their prey. True, Inuyasha has a right to lay this claim as well, however, he has neither the desire to leave Kagome for more than a few hours right now, nor the wish to know what his brother plans to do with our villain. The main reason, is that what he doesn't know, Kagome will not easily be able to find out and right now, everyone is agreed that she doesn't need to know. She might be told later on, but that will not be for quite a while if at all. They have not completely decided on this matter.
Enough said...On with the 'payback'....HEH! HEH! HEH!
{"GGgggggrrrrrr! Hmm! Hmm! Hmm! Hmm!" = Sesshomaru growling an evil laugh..think seriously sinister....}
Disclaimer: I do now own Inuyasha, nor any of the associated characters. But it ain't because I don't want or wish to do so.
Chapter 32 - A New Life of Hell's Own Making!
The room was magnificent. A large futon, covered in cushions of the richest furs, and silks of gold, black, and green, graced one wall of the huge room. A large window facing the west with doors that led to a balcony inhabited the wall opposite the entrance. A low table with sitting cushions sat near the balcony end of the wall opposite the futon, and the floors were covered in some of the richest furs the male had ever seen in his life.
It was like seeing a room in a sultan's palace out of some old movie. Except that this was not a movie and this was definitely real. It had been the day after his last night of pain that he had awakened to be relieved of that pain he had felt. He was in a small dark space, something that seemed to be moving and covered in heavy draperies.
He felt the moving object stop and the soft thump of it being settled upon the ground, a moment later the draperies where drawn back and the face of one of those ookami youkai he had seen that first night, stared in at him. The youkai held out his hand for him to take and help him to step out of the palanquin. At first he refused and started to demand what was going on and ask where he was and what had happened to him.
He had tried to say something, but found very quickly that he had no voice. At first it angered and frustrated him, but he didn't give it a lot of thought. When he didn't take the youkai's hand and instead tried to shrink from him, the ookami reached in and grabbed his hand pulling him out of the drapery covered carrier.
Immediately four ookami youkai maidens rushed forward and surrounded him, leading him off a little to one side of the palanquin. He had a moment to look around as the women stripped him of his clothes. They were in a small clearing deep in the midst of a thick jungle forest. It was late in the day, as he could see that the sun was beginning to set. Several guards were nearby, standing watch, and four burly slaves were setting up camp.
He hardly paid attention to the actions of the four females until he felt water being pour over him. He turned to protest, only to again find that he had no voice. He tried to pull away, but they seemed skilled in their task and didn't give him the chance. They scrubbed him down thoroughly, but not roughly. Then they lead him into the pool, of a nearby hot spring. There they finished washing him, and scrubbed his hair.
That was when the strangeness began to register. His hair. His hair was black and short, yet here were four maidens carefully scrubbing long tresses of gold. He might not have thought of that hair as his, except the tugging on his head made it very apparent. When they were finished and forced him to dunk beneath the water to rinse off, he noticed that the strength he once had was gone.
He felt so weak, and as he looked at his hands trying to flex muscles he no longer had, he almost fainted in shock at seeing the delicate, elegant hands of an onna. As he let his gaze follow the graceful golden flesh of an obviously feminine arm upward, he caught sight of a pair of breasts that almost had him drooling to attack them. The only thing that held him back, was when he moved his hands to touch them, he found that he was touching his own chest.
When the pool of water had stopped rippling for a moment, he stood in shock at his discovery. Although he knew he was not going to like it, he look down into the reflection created by the still waters, and promptly fainted at the sight the he beheld.
He awoke but moments later, and shivered in the shock of his revelation. The image in the pool had to be his worst nightmare. He had not seen that face since his youth. Not since he had taken her. Not since he had pleasured himself upon his long dead sister's body. But there she was staring him in the face that same alluring attraction that every male had been affected by. She stared him back in the face, from the reflection in that pool, and he knew that he was looking at himself.
The handmaidens hovered nearby, and one brought him/her something to drink. The others began drying him off, in preparation for dressing him, when the approach of a silver haired figure caught his attention.
"I trust you appreciate the...improvements!" came the stoic voice of the figure before him. It was only now that he noticed that the handmaidens had all dropped to the ground on their knees and were pressing their faces to the ground in submissive reverence to the figure before him. The gentle evening breeze more than told him that he was sitting totally naked, as well.
"Leave us," was the figure's command. At once the four handmaidens stood, keeping their heads bowed.
"Hai, Sesshomaru-sama," they replied in perfect unison, and left him/her alone with this...Lord Sesshomaru. What he heard next tore his life, as he knew it, apart and crashed into his mind with the force of a tsunami. It was the voice. The voice from the dark of that night.
"I offered to show you an new side to the fear and pain that you took so much pleasure in," said that voice. "I have kept my word. From now on, you are what you saw in the pool. You cannot change anything. You have but one job in life from now on. To take and give pleasure. You will not be able to do anything else, and in fact will not want to. You will welcome whatever advances are pressed upon you."
At the sight of his/her eyes growing larger by the moment as the realization began to hit him, Sesshomaru let a small smirk grace his ethereal features.
"For many years you doled out punishment, torture, and pain to the innocent. You pressed your vile habits upon one of our own. For that I have seen to it that you shall pay. Pay for everything your vile mind and the minds of those who followed you, ever acted upon to the pain of another."
"Know that the world you once knew is no longer within your reach, and in fact, will not be for another 500 years," came the words from the Youkai's mouth, much to the increasing horror of the male/female before him."
"If you think to run, escape, hide. Forget it. That lovely little gem on your forehead will not permit such and besides, there is no place for you to go. You see, where you sit now, is what you once knew as a place called Tokyo. A place that will not exist for many centuries. In a few days time, the only way back to your time, will be permanently closed never to be reopened until almost 500 years from now."
"You are in my world now, and myself and others like me set the rules here," spoke the Youkai Lord. "You no longer have the power and strength you once had, nor will you ever be able to speak again, and the ability to write has been taken from your mind, never to return."
His/her horror grew with each passing word. That voice invading his every thought, his every sense, his entired existance. He hated it, and wanted to run, but at the same time he longed for the touch of its owner, and could feel the pooling warmth in his/her nether regions as he felt himself falling into the almost hypnotic sound of that voice.
"From now on you will be known as Natsuki. You are a gift to one of the Lords of these lands. He is known for his...'exotic'...tastes in gifts and pleasure. Something that I am sure you can...appreciate..." Sesshomaru continued, with a smirk on his face, and a cold, evil gleam in his eyes that had Natsuki shaking in fear. At that he stood, and approached Natsuki, the male turned female ningen before him.
He roughly grabbed her by the hair and dragged her up to her feet. It was then that Natsuki noticed that the ookami youkai had come up behind her/him. He pressed himself, naked up against her/his back, his arousal pressing along the crack of her/his ass. She/he shivered at the sensation that came with the touch, only to notice that without her seeing anything, the Youkai in front of her was also, now naked.
She/he looked at the figure before her/him and found that he was certainly a most attractive male, one that many onna would be drooling over. He caught sight of the hardened arousal of him, and the shock of his enormous size almost drove her/him to her/his knees. He was easily three times her/his own size. At least the size he once had been. Both of them pressed against her, sandwiching her/him between them, naked flesh against naked flesh, the guards, and slaves nearby watching.
They quickly lowered her/him to her hands and knees, their clawed hands caressing her/his skin leaving trails of bleeding, burning scratches behind. They continued to run their claws through the bloodied scratches, seeming to take delight in the feel of the blood. Sesshomaru grabbed her hair once more, pulling Natsuki's head up enough for her/him to see as he licked the blood from his claws, relishing the taste.
Yanking her/his head back and forcing her mouth open, he rammed his hardened member deep into her/his throat, gagging her/his as he drew back only to ram in again. In the mean time, she/he felt the youkai behind her/him slide his clawed finger into a part of herself she didn't recognize. He was rough, and violent, and at her shiver of fear, he spoke briefly.
"Do not worry yourself my pet. We do not wish to take your innocence. That is for another to do. But we will give you a taste of the pain that you caused when you touched our nee-san. We will see to it that you never again touch someone who has not given you permission to do so," said Kouga. He removed his fingers from deep in her newly acquired passage, only to slide them up to her rear passage and shoved them hard, and uncaring deep within the tight, untried entrance.
He only jammed them in for a moment, before he pulled them out, and immediately replaced them with his own hardened arousal. He grabbed her hips, piercing the flesh with his claws and as he rammed with all his might into the tight, moist, hot passage. He pulled her/him back to meet his thrust until he was firmly seated to the hilt in her/him.
She could feel the torn tissues of her passage as the youkai behind her, rammed his huge member deep within her over and over again. His claws buried deep within the flesh of her hips, as he rammed her/him back to meet his every thrust. The Youkai in front of her held her head by her hair and repeatedly slammed his hot, thick, hard, enormous member deeper and deeper into her/his throat.
She/he could not stop them. She wanted to, but found that even without restraint such has she/he had himself once used, she/he could not command his limbs to fight back. It was as though this body wanted this and almost relished the painful violation it was being forced to experience.
The youkai rammed and rammed, uncaring of the pain and torture. Kouga reached down, and once again found her/his newly acquired passage, and the bundle of nerves that lay hidden behind the folds of flesh that Natsuki had never been born with. He roughly pinched the bud with his clawed fingers, and rubbed it hard and fast. A strong, tight coil of pain and pleasure built in her/his own lower regions, as she/he recognized the onslaught of an orgasm. But even in this, she/he was not permitted to moan or groan. The only screams she/he knew, were the ones deep in her/his head, the male she/he once was, screaming and fighting to escape a prison of her/his own making.
She felt the convulsive release of the youkai behind her/him, as she/he herself experienced her/his first ever female orgasm, she/he almost sighed in relief thinking he was finished, especially when moments later the Youkai thrusting into her mouth, growled his own release filling her mouth with an unfamiliar fluid. But she/he was wrong, for her night had only just gotten started.
Kouga came around to face her, as Sesshomaru stepped away and lifted her to up on her knees, and roughly grabbed her breasts. He leaned down and sucked hard on one, pulling as much into his mouth as he could, and sinking his fangs deep into the soft flesh. Her/his mouth opened in a silence scream as the pain tore through her body. Moments later she felt another cock at her back, pressing against her pain filled and bleeding ass once more.
The blood ran down her skin, now covered in numerous scratches and cuts. Kouga drew back, grabbing her by the hair, yanking her head back, and force her mouth down on his stilling highly aroused member. He slammed into her, groaning in pleasure as his balls hit her chin. He drew almost completely out, only to ram back in harder than the thrust before.
Sesshomaru had stepped back having chosen not to continue participating for the moment. This was not to say that there would be no more punishment for the ningen, only that it would be continued by others who were eager to participate in a 'little' personal 'pleasure'. A number of the members of Kouga's pack stepped out of the nearby woods. They had been shadowing the travelling group right from the beginning and were awaiting their chance to help bring retribution for their onee-san's pain.
One very large built and well endowed ookami youkai immediately took his opportunity and grabbed the bitch from behind, where Kouga had been moments ago. Without a moments hesitation, he rammed his own over large member deep into her/his tight rear passage. He could feel the gush of blood as it ran down his shaft and sprayed against his thighs. One of his great clawed hands grabbed her hips, and slammed her/him back onto his rock hard cock with all his strength, while his other hand grabbed the breast not currently occupied by his Prince. He roughly began massaging the soft flesh, relishing the feel of her/his blood running down his clawed fingers as they dug into the swelling mound.
Natsuki's night went as thus, repeatedly being taken by the youkai. The guards were permitted to take their pleasure as they saw fit, as were many of the ookami youkai who had seemingly materialized from right out of the darkness. Before they were through, she/he had been violated in ways that even she/he never realized or thought possible.
Almost from midnight until sunrise, she was not left alone. Two at a time, five at a time, they didn't care. Her/his breasts were ravaged by claws and fangs, blood running from long deep gashes. Puncture wounds from where razor sharp claws dug in to hold her/him tight and slam any over large cock deep into her/his rear passage. Even the ookami found their own pleasure with her/him. The females revelled in the taste of her dripping blood, some not happy with the flow, even bit her to get more. A number of the males were excited by the aroused states of their youkai brethren, and a couple were even encouraged to participate, as others held her head for their enormous cocks to be forced into her mouth, as she was made to suck them to their own release.
Shehe was repeatedly violated, yet never once had they taken her/his in her virgin passage. She/he was repeatedly told that that one place was being saved for her/his master. A master she/he was soon to meet. Eventually, she/he passed out from exhaustion, as despite the pain, whatever had changed her/him, had also prevented her/him from fainting from the pain.
The next day, she regained consciousness, only to find that she was not in pain. She looked in wide eyed wonder to see that all the scratches and marks from the night were gone. She was once again, in the palanquin and they were on the move as the previous day. Later she would learn that part of the magic of the potion would heal all but major or life threatening injuries within hours. It was all part of the punishment for past crimes. Unlike her/his own victims, she/he would not soon be allowed to succumb to any injuries or pain that Natsuki might experience.
She/he would grow old, although the years would never show. She/he would feel pain, though never be permitted to let the pain take her to sweet oblivion. She/he would experience every act committed upon her/his person, mind intact, her/his consciousness locked behind the facade of a young, voluptuous female, unable to communicate with the outside world. She/he would suffer for every cut, scratch, broken bone, drop of blood, bruise, stab wound, an pain filled breath that she/he had ever given to another, or had allowed her/his associates to cause to be inflicted upon another. One day sometime long down the road, she/he would die, but not before a lifetime was spent paying retribution for all the past crimes she/he had been responsible for.
But it didn't stop there, for the day before they were do to arrive at what she/he learned was the castle and home of the Lord of the Southern Lands, a few drops of potion were forced into her/his lips. That last night they never touched her other than to give this potion to her/him, and she/he was allowed to sleep. Sleep brought no rest, however, as her/his every sleeping moment was spent reliving a nightmare from hell. It was not until she/he awoke the next morning that she/he realized what the dream was.
She/he had remembered all too well that feral, wild, animal growl that had filled the alley that night, when they had taken the girl who lived at the Higurashi Shrine. Only this time, instead of the pleasure of joining her/his friends take the girl as they saw fit, she/he was in her body, feeling every single moment of the horror she/he and his friends had inflicted upon her. Every cut, punch, broken bone, and the repeated violations of her body. Every second of pain and blood shed that they had caused, tore at her/his sleeping mind.
"Know that for the rest of your life, you will see that nightmare every time your close your eyes. Know that you will be given no resprite during the day, as you will be used as she was. Know that this 'small' price is what you pay for touching and bringing harm to one of our own, and for every woman and girl you maimed or killed, including your mother, and sister," was the response that came from Lord Sesshomaru, as Prince Kouga held her down and let the Taiyoukai administer the potion.
"You will wish for death, but it is not a sanctuary that you will be permitted before your time. You will not be permitted to even try to take your own life. Just as you will not be able to resist any command given you, you will also not be able to attempt to harm yourself in any fashion," said Kouga.
"Some day, death will claim you. Claim you when you are very old and very tired. But to the outside world, you will look just the same as you do today. And no one will ever hear you scream," he concluded.
Later that day, they arrived at what was to be Natsuki's new home. The voice in her mind, HIS mind, screaming repeatedly in horror at the nightmare that faced /herhim. Mentally pounding to be let out, and to run from the hell she/he was walking into, and knowing full well that there would be no release except her/his eventual death.
Dictionary
Baba - Old Woman, Witch, Shit, Bullshit
Baka - Idiot
Chikushou - Damn
Daitoku - Priest
Fujo - Sorceress
Fukurou - Owl
Hanyou - Half Demon
Higurashi-daitoku - Roughly: Priest Higurashi...I have chosen to use this instead of a name, as no name is ever cited in either the anime or the manga. Kagome's grandfather, and name used by those not of the family.
Higurashi-nisou - Roughly: Priestess Higurashi...I have chosen to use this instead of a name, as no name is ever cited in either the anime or the manga. Kagome's mother, and name used by those not of the family.
Hinba - Mare
Houshi - Monk
Inu - Dog
Joshi - Women
Kinmouno shishi - Golden-haired Lion
Kitsune - Fox Demon
Kobura - Cobra
Koruto - Colt
Kuromiko - Dark Miko
Miko - Shrine Maiden
Neko - Cat
Nisou - Priestess
Ojii-san - Grandfather
Ojika - Stag
Okaa-san - Mother
Onna - Woman
Ookami - Wolf
Osuuma - Stallion
Oushi - Bull
Red Dragon - Ru-doragon
Sama - Lady or Lord - respectively
Seiyuuki - Monkey
Shika - Deer
Shikon no Kakera - Shikon Shards
Shikon no Tama - Jewel of Four Souls
Shishi - Lion
Taijiya - Demon Exterminator
Taiyoukai - Demon Lord
Youkai - Demon
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by Vyncent
**This story contains violence, sexual content and rape! Some of the contents of this story are graphic. You are WARNED**
(A/N: Ok folks! The 'shit' hits the fan for our villain starting here. Up until now, he has been treated...ehr, uhm...'nicely'...HEH! HEH! HEH! I warn everyone again, that this is quite graphic. If you do not want to or are not comfortable reading such material, then skip this chapter and the next one. While it is not as intense as I could have made it, it is pretty harsh.
Additionally, Sesshomaru and Kouga will seem a bit out of character here as well, especially as compared to the story so far. I offer no defense, but will state this...prior to Kagome's kidnapping by Kouga, he was a cold blooded, and ruthless killer of ningen. He had no problems with killing entire villages and letting his pack feed off of the remains. Remember, this is how Rin was killed and Sesshomaru was given the opportunity to 'test' Tenseiga.
Sesshomaru is a cruel youkai, however, from my perspective, he is not heartless. If he were, he would never have been able to wield Tenseiga. Remember, the Sword of Healing can only work for one with compassion in his heart. On the other hand, Sesshomaru has no patience or sympathy for crooks. In each of the cases that they has shown him killing ruthlessly in the anime and in the manga, all of those he has killed has been bandits or mercenaries.
For this reason, the initial part of the punishment is their right of claim on their prey. True, Inuyasha has a right to lay this claim as well, however, he has neither the desire to leave Kagome for more than a few hours right now, nor the wish to know what his brother plans to do with our villain. The main reason, is that what he doesn't know, Kagome will not easily be able to find out and right now, everyone is agreed that she doesn't need to know. She might be told later on, but that will not be for quite a while if at all. They have not completely decided on this matter.
Enough said...On with the 'payback'....HEH! HEH! HEH!
{"GGgggggrrrrrr! Hmm! Hmm! Hmm! Hmm!" = Sesshomaru growling an evil laugh..think seriously sinister....}
Disclaimer: I do now own Inuyasha, nor any of the associated characters. But it ain't because I don't want or wish to do so.
Chapter 32 - A New Life of Hell's Own Making!
The room was magnificent. A large futon, covered in cushions of the richest furs, and silks of gold, black, and green, graced one wall of the huge room. A large window facing the west with doors that led to a balcony inhabited the wall opposite the entrance. A low table with sitting cushions sat near the balcony end of the wall opposite the futon, and the floors were covered in some of the richest furs the male had ever seen in his life.
It was like seeing a room in a sultan's palace out of some old movie. Except that this was not a movie and this was definitely real. It had been the day after his last night of pain that he had awakened to be relieved of that pain he had felt. He was in a small dark space, something that seemed to be moving and covered in heavy draperies.
He felt the moving object stop and the soft thump of it being settled upon the ground, a moment later the draperies where drawn back and the face of one of those ookami youkai he had seen that first night, stared in at him. The youkai held out his hand for him to take and help him to step out of the palanquin. At first he refused and started to demand what was going on and ask where he was and what had happened to him.
He had tried to say something, but found very quickly that he had no voice. At first it angered and frustrated him, but he didn't give it a lot of thought. When he didn't take the youkai's hand and instead tried to shrink from him, the ookami reached in and grabbed his hand pulling him out of the drapery covered carrier.
Immediately four ookami youkai maidens rushed forward and surrounded him, leading him off a little to one side of the palanquin. He had a moment to look around as the women stripped him of his clothes. They were in a small clearing deep in the midst of a thick jungle forest. It was late in the day, as he could see that the sun was beginning to set. Several guards were nearby, standing watch, and four burly slaves were setting up camp.
He hardly paid attention to the actions of the four females until he felt water being pour over him. He turned to protest, only to again find that he had no voice. He tried to pull away, but they seemed skilled in their task and didn't give him the chance. They scrubbed him down thoroughly, but not roughly. Then they lead him into the pool, of a nearby hot spring. There they finished washing him, and scrubbed his hair.
That was when the strangeness began to register. His hair. His hair was black and short, yet here were four maidens carefully scrubbing long tresses of gold. He might not have thought of that hair as his, except the tugging on his head made it very apparent. When they were finished and forced him to dunk beneath the water to rinse off, he noticed that the strength he once had was gone.
He felt so weak, and as he looked at his hands trying to flex muscles he no longer had, he almost fainted in shock at seeing the delicate, elegant hands of an onna. As he let his gaze follow the graceful golden flesh of an obviously feminine arm upward, he caught sight of a pair of breasts that almost had him drooling to attack them. The only thing that held him back, was when he moved his hands to touch them, he found that he was touching his own chest.
When the pool of water had stopped rippling for a moment, he stood in shock at his discovery. Although he knew he was not going to like it, he look down into the reflection created by the still waters, and promptly fainted at the sight the he beheld.
He awoke but moments later, and shivered in the shock of his revelation. The image in the pool had to be his worst nightmare. He had not seen that face since his youth. Not since he had taken her. Not since he had pleasured himself upon his long dead sister's body. But there she was staring him in the face that same alluring attraction that every male had been affected by. She stared him back in the face, from the reflection in that pool, and he knew that he was looking at himself.
The handmaidens hovered nearby, and one brought him/her something to drink. The others began drying him off, in preparation for dressing him, when the approach of a silver haired figure caught his attention.
"I trust you appreciate the...improvements!" came the stoic voice of the figure before him. It was only now that he noticed that the handmaidens had all dropped to the ground on their knees and were pressing their faces to the ground in submissive reverence to the figure before him. The gentle evening breeze more than told him that he was sitting totally naked, as well.
"Leave us," was the figure's command. At once the four handmaidens stood, keeping their heads bowed.
"Hai, Sesshomaru-sama," they replied in perfect unison, and left him/her alone with this...Lord Sesshomaru. What he heard next tore his life, as he knew it, apart and crashed into his mind with the force of a tsunami. It was the voice. The voice from the dark of that night.
"I offered to show you an new side to the fear and pain that you took so much pleasure in," said that voice. "I have kept my word. From now on, you are what you saw in the pool. You cannot change anything. You have but one job in life from now on. To take and give pleasure. You will not be able to do anything else, and in fact will not want to. You will welcome whatever advances are pressed upon you."
At the sight of his/her eyes growing larger by the moment as the realization began to hit him, Sesshomaru let a small smirk grace his ethereal features.
"For many years you doled out punishment, torture, and pain to the innocent. You pressed your vile habits upon one of our own. For that I have seen to it that you shall pay. Pay for everything your vile mind and the minds of those who followed you, ever acted upon to the pain of another."
"Know that the world you once knew is no longer within your reach, and in fact, will not be for another 500 years," came the words from the Youkai's mouth, much to the increasing horror of the male/female before him."
"If you think to run, escape, hide. Forget it. That lovely little gem on your forehead will not permit such and besides, there is no place for you to go. You see, where you sit now, is what you once knew as a place called Tokyo. A place that will not exist for many centuries. In a few days time, the only way back to your time, will be permanently closed never to be reopened until almost 500 years from now."
"You are in my world now, and myself and others like me set the rules here," spoke the Youkai Lord. "You no longer have the power and strength you once had, nor will you ever be able to speak again, and the ability to write has been taken from your mind, never to return."
His/her horror grew with each passing word. That voice invading his every thought, his every sense, his entired existance. He hated it, and wanted to run, but at the same time he longed for the touch of its owner, and could feel the pooling warmth in his/her nether regions as he felt himself falling into the almost hypnotic sound of that voice.
"From now on you will be known as Natsuki. You are a gift to one of the Lords of these lands. He is known for his...'exotic'...tastes in gifts and pleasure. Something that I am sure you can...appreciate..." Sesshomaru continued, with a smirk on his face, and a cold, evil gleam in his eyes that had Natsuki shaking in fear. At that he stood, and approached Natsuki, the male turned female ningen before him.
He roughly grabbed her by the hair and dragged her up to her feet. It was then that Natsuki noticed that the ookami youkai had come up behind her/him. He pressed himself, naked up against her/his back, his arousal pressing along the crack of her/his ass. She/he shivered at the sensation that came with the touch, only to notice that without her seeing anything, the Youkai in front of her was also, now naked.
She/he looked at the figure before her/him and found that he was certainly a most attractive male, one that many onna would be drooling over. He caught sight of the hardened arousal of him, and the shock of his enormous size almost drove her/him to her/his knees. He was easily three times her/his own size. At least the size he once had been. Both of them pressed against her, sandwiching her/him between them, naked flesh against naked flesh, the guards, and slaves nearby watching.
They quickly lowered her/him to her hands and knees, their clawed hands caressing her/his skin leaving trails of bleeding, burning scratches behind. They continued to run their claws through the bloodied scratches, seeming to take delight in the feel of the blood. Sesshomaru grabbed her hair once more, pulling Natsuki's head up enough for her/him to see as he licked the blood from his claws, relishing the taste.
Yanking her/his head back and forcing her mouth open, he rammed his hardened member deep into her/his throat, gagging her/his as he drew back only to ram in again. In the mean time, she/he felt the youkai behind her/him slide his clawed finger into a part of herself she didn't recognize. He was rough, and violent, and at her shiver of fear, he spoke briefly.
"Do not worry yourself my pet. We do not wish to take your innocence. That is for another to do. But we will give you a taste of the pain that you caused when you touched our nee-san. We will see to it that you never again touch someone who has not given you permission to do so," said Kouga. He removed his fingers from deep in her newly acquired passage, only to slide them up to her rear passage and shoved them hard, and uncaring deep within the tight, untried entrance.
He only jammed them in for a moment, before he pulled them out, and immediately replaced them with his own hardened arousal. He grabbed her hips, piercing the flesh with his claws and as he rammed with all his might into the tight, moist, hot passage. He pulled her/him back to meet his thrust until he was firmly seated to the hilt in her/him.
She could feel the torn tissues of her passage as the youkai behind her, rammed his huge member deep within her over and over again. His claws buried deep within the flesh of her hips, as he rammed her/him back to meet his every thrust. The Youkai in front of her held her head by her hair and repeatedly slammed his hot, thick, hard, enormous member deeper and deeper into her/his throat.
She/he could not stop them. She wanted to, but found that even without restraint such has she/he had himself once used, she/he could not command his limbs to fight back. It was as though this body wanted this and almost relished the painful violation it was being forced to experience.
The youkai rammed and rammed, uncaring of the pain and torture. Kouga reached down, and once again found her/his newly acquired passage, and the bundle of nerves that lay hidden behind the folds of flesh that Natsuki had never been born with. He roughly pinched the bud with his clawed fingers, and rubbed it hard and fast. A strong, tight coil of pain and pleasure built in her/his own lower regions, as she/he recognized the onslaught of an orgasm. But even in this, she/he was not permitted to moan or groan. The only screams she/he knew, were the ones deep in her/his head, the male she/he once was, screaming and fighting to escape a prison of her/his own making.
She felt the convulsive release of the youkai behind her/him, as she/he herself experienced her/his first ever female orgasm, she/he almost sighed in relief thinking he was finished, especially when moments later the Youkai thrusting into her mouth, growled his own release filling her mouth with an unfamiliar fluid. But she/he was wrong, for her night had only just gotten started.
Kouga came around to face her, as Sesshomaru stepped away and lifted her to up on her knees, and roughly grabbed her breasts. He leaned down and sucked hard on one, pulling as much into his mouth as he could, and sinking his fangs deep into the soft flesh. Her/his mouth opened in a silence scream as the pain tore through her body. Moments later she felt another cock at her back, pressing against her pain filled and bleeding ass once more.
The blood ran down her skin, now covered in numerous scratches and cuts. Kouga drew back, grabbing her by the hair, yanking her head back, and force her mouth down on his stilling highly aroused member. He slammed into her, groaning in pleasure as his balls hit her chin. He drew almost completely out, only to ram back in harder than the thrust before.
Sesshomaru had stepped back having chosen not to continue participating for the moment. This was not to say that there would be no more punishment for the ningen, only that it would be continued by others who were eager to participate in a 'little' personal 'pleasure'. A number of the members of Kouga's pack stepped out of the nearby woods. They had been shadowing the travelling group right from the beginning and were awaiting their chance to help bring retribution for their onee-san's pain.
One very large built and well endowed ookami youkai immediately took his opportunity and grabbed the bitch from behind, where Kouga had been moments ago. Without a moments hesitation, he rammed his own over large member deep into her/his tight rear passage. He could feel the gush of blood as it ran down his shaft and sprayed against his thighs. One of his great clawed hands grabbed her hips, and slammed her/him back onto his rock hard cock with all his strength, while his other hand grabbed the breast not currently occupied by his Prince. He roughly began massaging the soft flesh, relishing the feel of her/his blood running down his clawed fingers as they dug into the swelling mound.
Natsuki's night went as thus, repeatedly being taken by the youkai. The guards were permitted to take their pleasure as they saw fit, as were many of the ookami youkai who had seemingly materialized from right out of the darkness. Before they were through, she/he had been violated in ways that even she/he never realized or thought possible.
Almost from midnight until sunrise, she was not left alone. Two at a time, five at a time, they didn't care. Her/his breasts were ravaged by claws and fangs, blood running from long deep gashes. Puncture wounds from where razor sharp claws dug in to hold her/him tight and slam any over large cock deep into her/his rear passage. Even the ookami found their own pleasure with her/him. The females revelled in the taste of her dripping blood, some not happy with the flow, even bit her to get more. A number of the males were excited by the aroused states of their youkai brethren, and a couple were even encouraged to participate, as others held her head for their enormous cocks to be forced into her mouth, as she was made to suck them to their own release.
Shehe was repeatedly violated, yet never once had they taken her/his in her virgin passage. She/he was repeatedly told that that one place was being saved for her/his master. A master she/he was soon to meet. Eventually, she/he passed out from exhaustion, as despite the pain, whatever had changed her/him, had also prevented her/him from fainting from the pain.
The next day, she regained consciousness, only to find that she was not in pain. She looked in wide eyed wonder to see that all the scratches and marks from the night were gone. She was once again, in the palanquin and they were on the move as the previous day. Later she would learn that part of the magic of the potion would heal all but major or life threatening injuries within hours. It was all part of the punishment for past crimes. Unlike her/his own victims, she/he would not soon be allowed to succumb to any injuries or pain that Natsuki might experience.
She/he would grow old, although the years would never show. She/he would feel pain, though never be permitted to let the pain take her to sweet oblivion. She/he would experience every act committed upon her/his person, mind intact, her/his consciousness locked behind the facade of a young, voluptuous female, unable to communicate with the outside world. She/he would suffer for every cut, scratch, broken bone, drop of blood, bruise, stab wound, an pain filled breath that she/he had ever given to another, or had allowed her/his associates to cause to be inflicted upon another. One day sometime long down the road, she/he would die, but not before a lifetime was spent paying retribution for all the past crimes she/he had been responsible for.
But it didn't stop there, for the day before they were do to arrive at what she/he learned was the castle and home of the Lord of the Southern Lands, a few drops of potion were forced into her/his lips. That last night they never touched her other than to give this potion to her/him, and she/he was allowed to sleep. Sleep brought no rest, however, as her/his every sleeping moment was spent reliving a nightmare from hell. It was not until she/he awoke the next morning that she/he realized what the dream was.
She/he had remembered all too well that feral, wild, animal growl that had filled the alley that night, when they had taken the girl who lived at the Higurashi Shrine. Only this time, instead of the pleasure of joining her/his friends take the girl as they saw fit, she/he was in her body, feeling every single moment of the horror she/he and his friends had inflicted upon her. Every cut, punch, broken bone, and the repeated violations of her body. Every second of pain and blood shed that they had caused, tore at her/his sleeping mind.
"Know that for the rest of your life, you will see that nightmare every time your close your eyes. Know that you will be given no resprite during the day, as you will be used as she was. Know that this 'small' price is what you pay for touching and bringing harm to one of our own, and for every woman and girl you maimed or killed, including your mother, and sister," was the response that came from Lord Sesshomaru, as Prince Kouga held her down and let the Taiyoukai administer the potion.
"You will wish for death, but it is not a sanctuary that you will be permitted before your time. You will not be permitted to even try to take your own life. Just as you will not be able to resist any command given you, you will also not be able to attempt to harm yourself in any fashion," said Kouga.
"Some day, death will claim you. Claim you when you are very old and very tired. But to the outside world, you will look just the same as you do today. And no one will ever hear you scream," he concluded.
Later that day, they arrived at what was to be Natsuki's new home. The voice in her mind, HIS mind, screaming repeatedly in horror at the nightmare that faced /herhim. Mentally pounding to be let out, and to run from the hell she/he was walking into, and knowing full well that there would be no release except her/his eventual death.
Dictionary
Baba - Old Woman, Witch, Shit, Bullshit
Baka - Idiot
Chikushou - Damn
Daitoku - Priest
Fujo - Sorceress
Fukurou - Owl
Hanyou - Half Demon
Higurashi-daitoku - Roughly: Priest Higurashi...I have chosen to use this instead of a name, as no name is ever cited in either the anime or the manga. Kagome's grandfather, and name used by those not of the family.
Higurashi-nisou - Roughly: Priestess Higurashi...I have chosen to use this instead of a name, as no name is ever cited in either the anime or the manga. Kagome's mother, and name used by those not of the family.
Hinba - Mare
Houshi - Monk
Inu - Dog
Joshi - Women
Kinmouno shishi - Golden-haired Lion
Kitsune - Fox Demon
Kobura - Cobra
Koruto - Colt
Kuromiko - Dark Miko
Miko - Shrine Maiden
Neko - Cat
Nisou - Priestess
Ojii-san - Grandfather
Ojika - Stag
Okaa-san - Mother
Onna - Woman
Ookami - Wolf
Osuuma - Stallion
Oushi - Bull
Red Dragon - Ru-doragon
Sama - Lady or Lord - respectively
Seiyuuki - Monkey
Shika - Deer
Shikon no Kakera - Shikon Shards
Shikon no Tama - Jewel of Four Souls
Shishi - Lion
Taijiya - Demon Exterminator
Taiyoukai - Demon Lord
Youkai - Demon
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