InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ You Darkness... ❯ Chapter 33 - My Lovely New Pet! ( Chapter 33 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Vyncent 
"Don't worry, my pet. Do not get lonely without me. I shall be back...soon," he promised. "And then we shall really have some fun."
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.18.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 8.6K | Visits: 5.0K | Status: Work In Progress
"Don't worry, my pet. Do not get lonely without me. I shall be back...soon," he promised. "And then we shall really have some fun."
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.18.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 8.6K | Visits: 5.0K | Status: Work In Progress
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 - Again, I wish to warn you all in advance that the following content is HIGHLY GRAPHIC. As indicated, you are WARNED. If you do not wish to read such, the skip this chapter and await the next. While I could probably have toned it down, as the chapter developed, it refused to tone either up or down.
In truth, it could have been a whole lot worse, however, I wanted to leave something to the imagination. My intent was to provide the basis for the reader's imagination to work with and picture the life that our villain has more or less created for him, now her, self. That is, if it can be called a 'life'.
Just a couple of notes to avoid confusion that I am sure will crop up at some point, the potion and spell that was given to Natsuki did more than just change who/what he was. While the change is permanent, and allows for her new Lord and Master to 'subdue and/or command' her in anyway he chooses, it also restricts her in a number of other ways. It is the leading cause of why she is unable to speak and while she is able to read, she is no longer able to write, thus silencing her more completely that she did in her male form to any of her victims.
It also, prevents her from losing her sanity, thus ensuring that not only does she have to live with every moment of her life, now turned living nightmare, but also prevents her from becoming fertile. The last thing we want to do is have such a twisted mentality giving birth to offspring. 'AAAHHH Shades of Naraku's offspring...AAAAHHHH!!!'
Aside from the physical changes, the magic used also ensures that all of her wounds or injuries health 'over night'. It is no 'fun' to simply kill your victim, not when you can make them live...HEH! HEH! HEH! Sick? Absolutely! Justified...in many cases of criminal intent...most certainly.
I realize that some feel that Inuyasha should have been more involved with the punishment meeted out to our carefully prepared 'prey', however, after what happened to Kagome, his reluctance to leave her for the three to four weeks of travel to the Southern Lord's realm, just didn't set well with his inner Inu. I agreed with his choice. Besides, except for Sesshomaru, and Kouga, absolutely no one in the group knows what was done to Natsuki.
Sango, Miroku, and Shippo, do not wish to know. While they hold Sesshomaru in the highest regard for his aid in the last battle against Naraku, they still hold a healthy fear of his abilities. In this reality, the stories told most often to those children who misbehave and do not listen to their parents, are the nightmarish tales of a certain Taiyoukai's choices of ways to 'take care' of those who he finds disfavor with. That is enough to scare anyone into obedience. HEH! HEH! HEH!
While Inuyasha would not object to knowing, the fact that he doesn't know, means that he can truthfully tell Kagome when she asks, that he had no part in the final punishment that was meeted out. Everyone in the pack, agrees that for now, this is something that she doesn't need to know. Someday, maybe, but not for a long time to come.
So, for now, lets see how our delightfully exotic Southern Golden Lion Taiyoukai enjoys his first 'interesting' night with his new pet. He has many interesting ideas and plans in store for his new birthday present and is most greatful to both Prince Kouga for the gift of his four match handmaidens, and four matched slaves. He is even more greatful for the new pet that the Taiyoukai of the Western Province bestowed upon him.
Again, please do not take my WARNINGS of DARK LEMONS lightly.
Read, Enjoy and Please Review.)
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 33 - My Lovely New Pet!
Now she stood in the luxurious room that had been given to her by the Lord of the Southern Lands. She had been brought here only a short time ago, and now awaited the leisure of her new Lord and Master..
She didn't have long to wait. She had been standing lost in her own mind and didn't notice when the door to her rooms opened to admit the youkai Lord. She never heard him come across the room, nor felt his approach. Her first hint of his presence was his clawed hand snaking around her waist from behind, pulling her tightly to him where his engorged arousal could rub in anticipation of his pleasure to come.
She had not paid much attention to her new Lord when she had first seen him. She was, too, busy trying to take in all the sights, and come to grips with her new reality. But when he grabbed her and turned her around, she was for the first time able to take stock of the powerful Lord, to whom she now belonged.
He towered over her, by at least a foot if not more. He gave her the impression of a huge, untamed and powerful shishi (lion). His hair, a hip length dark mane was a rich dark brown, so dark it almost looked black. He tawny skin, almost glowed its health and tone, as his muscles rippled under the flesh with every movement. His golden eyes, had a greenish tint, his two inch long fangs visible as they lay over his lower lip.
His physic was such that it would have put Arnold Schwartzenhager to shame, had they been side by side. But the lustful gleam that filled his eyes, and had him standing before her panting in desire, had her shivering in fear.
"We are going to have lots of fun, my little pet," he said in a deep baritone voice that sent her senses a quivering. She could feel herself getting aroused just by the tone of his voice, and somehow knew that he could sense her body responding to him. Quicker than she could blink, he drew back his hand. She had just enough time to noticed the two inch, razor sharp claws, before that hand swiped at her, leaving her paralyzed in fear waiting for the pain that was sure to come.
But instead her skin was sent a shiver by the caress of a cool breeze and she realized that he had just removed all of her clothes in one swipe of his deadly claws. He stepped back now, and looked at his new prize. He stalked around her, gazing at every inch his eyes could see, his tail twitching with anticipation behind him. She felt self conscious for the first time in her life, and tried to cover herself when he moved back to stand in front of her. But he roughly grabbed her wrists and forced them down to her sides.
"Your first command, my pet," he said lustfully. "You will NEVER hide yourself from me."
To her complete surprise, she found that she could not put her hands back over herself, even after he had let her go. She could not make them move, to cover any part of her.
He stepped towards her once again, and grabbed both of her breasts, squeezing at first gently. He relished the hand full of soft and luscious flesh that he held in his hands, and leaned down to take one in his mouth. Before he decided just exactly what he wanted to do the most, he wanted to sample her, and see what she tasted like.
He sucked hard, pulling as much of her breast into his mouth as he could, heedless of his fangs. In fact, the taste of her blood only made her taste all the more pleasurable. Despite her fear, she could feel herself responding to his attentions. Her breasts swelled, as he sucked the nipple to a hardened peak. His free hand travelled down her side, around to her stomach, and then to the folds protecting her nether regions.
He could feel how wet she was, so wet in fact that it was already running down her legs. He slid his fingers into the hot folds of her privates stroking her bundle of nerves, delighting in the way she bucked into his hand. He pushed further back with his hand, until he found her entrance, and quickly shoved three long, large, clawed fingers deep into her hot, moist, tight passage.
As he felt her shiver at his invasion of her nether parts, he drew back his fingers, only to ram them deeper into her, delighting in the spike the scent of her arousal, and the rush of pain and fear, as his claws drew blood from deep within. He could feel how wet and ready she was for him, and her panting breath had him already painfully hard. With practiced ease, he grabbed her shoulders, and with his feet swiped her off of them and to the floor. Never once did he remove his hand from her passage.
Quickly he knelt and replaced his hand with his hot, eager tongue. His fangs grazed her hyper-sensitive bundle of nerves. She could feel them pierce the tender flesh. His tongue thrust deeper and deeper, and the familiar coil of tightness in her stomach grew and grew. Whatever the magic was that they had used on her, despite the horror and the pain, she was aroused by his actions and attention. It finally broke with one last nip of his fangs into the tender flesh of her hot folds and her essence poured into his waiting mouth allowing him to quench his thirst on the taste of her.
He stood up, and in a flash had his clothes off. She saw the size of him and her fear and lust knew new levels of terror and want. His aroused flesh put anyone she had ever known to shame. She was sure that she would not be able to walk for along time, not just because he was big, but because he was enormous. He was over her in a breath, parting her legs before she could do anything, and ramming his member deep into her tight, untried, virgin passage.
She opened her mouth in a silent scream, as he pounded with full strength into her. He pulled her legs as far apart as he could and then pull them up towards her shoulders. He almost dislocated one hip in his efforts to open her as wide as possible and to drive himself deeper and deeper into her throbbing and bleeding passage.
"Ahhh! Yes, my pet," he panted between thrusts. "You are so very good, and it would seem that I was your first. At least this way. Hmmm. Hmmm. Hmmm."
As he rammed into her pain filled and throbbing passage, she felt another orgasm building. As she came again, she felt him fill her passage with his own hot seed, only to have him quickly pull out of her, flip her to her stomach, drag her to her knees and rammed into her rear passage in one smooth motion.
The pain she had felt with the other youkai was almost pleasure to this. His size was so huge that she could once again feel the tissues tear and the blood pour from her rear passage. He could smell her blood and delighted in its head aroma. He could feel it as it gushed from her, and sprayed back on his thigh. It excited his youkai and increased his ardour all the more.
He suddenly got an idea, something that he had never thought to try before. Quickly, he pulled from her rear passage, and immediately thrust deeply back into her cunt. He started pounding into her, harder than ever, faster and faster. This time, however, he started to free his youkai. As he did, he grew. His arms taking on an almost fur like covering, which he let slowly spread to the rest of him. His face took on his more natural feline features, as his true self became more and more apparent.
His eyes were glowing, blood red, like rubies, and his fangs got even longer. His growls were more viscious and she shook in terror as she quickly looked over her shoulder only to see what looked to be half man, half lion filling her cunt with something so big, she could feel herself tearing again with the invasion.
He stopped his transformation about half way through. After all, he realized that she would never be able to survive him in his true form. She was merely a ningen after all, even if an extremely desirable one. He would have to bring his new pet to his next outing. She was sure to be...a hit.
Again he came, hard and convulsing, but still he was not ready to stop. At least not for the moment. He grabbed her hair and yanked her around until she was facing him. He pulled her head back until her mouth was open, and slammed his still hardened member to the hilt into her mouth.
She didn't think it was possible for anyone to take something that large into their mouth and was horrified to find that not only was it possible, she was actually enjoying it. He pounded relentlessly and groaned and growled with every thrust into her. She could feel him nearing another peak, and soon was swallowing his seed.
"Now, my pet," he huskily whispered, as he took a moment to catch his breath. "Your second command. After every time that I penetrate your ass or cunt, you will use your luscious tongue to clean me up. You can start by doing so now, and keep in mind that if I am not satisfied with your efforts, I will...punish you."
As he had sat on the floor a little away from her, she began to climb to her feet and walk over, but he stopped her.
"No, my pretty," was his command. "Crawl. Crawl to your Master and clean me up."
He watched in delight, as she crawled towards him on her hands and knees, and once her head was between his legs, she almost eagerly began licking his cock. She ran her tongue over every inch of him, until she had cleaned off all of her essence from his skin, including her blood.
When she had finished all but a few spots, he grabbed her head once more and rammed her mouth down on his engorged member. In her mind, 'he' screamed in terror. Something that was totally new and alien to him until a few days ago.
He had never known fear before, except the fear that he created in others, and now he had nothing but. And to make it worse, he was not even allowed to lose his sanity in the horror of the moment. He was locked forever within himself, and could only live with all the feeling, all the sound, all the tastes, all the horror. And it was only just getting started.
The Lord finished with her and left her where she lay. The feast for the celebration on his birthday was due to begin soon, and he had to attend. But he smile wickedly, lust still prevalent in his eyes, as he turned to her at the door.
"Don't worry, my pet. Do not get lonely without me. I shall be back...soon," he promised. "And then we shall really have some fun." With that, he left the room.
She lie there where he had left her. Her body shaking with the pain and horror, while at the same time, still a quiver from the sensual assault that had her even now convulsing in orgasms at just the remembered experience. She was horrified almost beyond words. She could not stand the pain, the violations, the horror and yet she could not help but get off on the same sensations. It seemed that the new feminine side of her was horrified and shaken with terror, while the once male side of her was still finding pleasure in the torment, fear, and pain. Was it possible the the potion she/he was given, had some how magnified the sensations and feelings of her/his own desires? Perhaps the potion just took the carnal pleasures which she/he had spent years indulging himself in, and magnified them to the point that she/he could not help but be aroused by the very pain and horror that he himself had inflicted on others.
A short time after he had left her, her handmaidens came in and began to clean her up and prepare her for the night's endeavors upon the return of her Lord and Master. While they were tending to her needs, the four burly slaves who had carried her palanquin for the last three days, entered the room carrying a large and very heavy stone table.
They placed it in the center of the room, and she saw to her terror that it had large iron rings attached in various places around the edge and down the legs. One of the kurohyou (panther) youkai, approached her and with quick efficiency wrapped a black leather collar around her neck, bedecked in gold trim, and emerald stones. Matching cuffs were placed on both her wrists and her ankles, and then the youkai left her be.
They were of a delicate enough nature in appearance to almost be matching jewelry. Each one was graced with several metal loops that looked at first appearance to be just simply part of the design, but she knew in her mind that they were meant to attach chains to. Chains that she now saw were on the stone table. She had not noticed them before, as they seemed to be fine and delicate in appearance. Her hand found many similar rings attached to the collar around her neck.
She was busy examining the restraints, as she was sure that was what they were for, when the door opened again. This time the handmaidens returned, one with a sweet scented oil that she began immediately to anoint Natsuki's skin with, another carried a tray of food, which she promptly sat down beside the onna and began to feed to her. The third carried a tray with a large decanter and a goblet, from this the maid took the goblet and poured some of the contents of the decanter into it. The liquid looked almost like water, but when it reached her nose, she smelled a sweet, herb laced mixture. It was pleasant smelling and without hesitation she let herself be fed the alluring mixture.
The fourth bore a tray that had a number of unusual items upon it. It was these that caught Natsuki's eye, and had her close to choking on her food. Most prominent was a bowl that held some kind of liquid. In the liquid was the strands of a whip, and from her/his memories came the knowledge that the bowl probably contained salted water. It was meant to cause lashes made by the whip to burn as though on fire, as the salt soaked into the cuts, and freshly made wounds.
Various small items that looked like clamps, and long pins could also be seen, a knife lay near the bowl, a number of raw leather strips were also on the tray and in the water, and there were other instruments that she didn't recognize at all. Truthfully, she didn't want to find out what they were.
As the handmaidens finished, she began to feel rather strange. Something in the back of her mind told her that the drink had been tampered with, but she was unsure what with. All she knew is that she was getting awfully warm, and her skin tingled all over like she was on fire. She wanted something, but was unsure what, and as each passing moment went by she longed for whatever it was more and more.
She was panting by the time her Lord and Master entered the room hours later. As soon as he was in the door, he barely had time to drop his clothes but what she was on him, eagerly trying to devour his cock. She was like a wild animal in heat, and he was pleased with her actions. He had made sure that the herbed wine was laced with the strongest aphrodisiac he could find.
Before he could more than reach for her, she had practically swallowed him, and he came deep into her mouth. Still she panted and groaned with desire, and he grabbed her collar to pull her off of him, making her reach for him, but not giving her the satisfaction she asked for.
He dragged her over to the stone table, and took one of the lengths of chain that was laying there and hooked it to her collar. With her leashed, he ordered her to get down on her hands and knees and she eagerly complied. Her heated passion climbed higher and higher. He left her there for a moment and took the goblet she had been served with before. Filling the cup, he returned to her, and fed her the contents until the last drop was gone.
By now she was so in need, it was painful. All she wanted was to ravage him, and be ravaged by him. She wanted him to bury himself so deep into her that she didn't think he would ever be able to withdraw. She panted heavily, and if sound had been permitted her, she would have been growling in her impatience and lust.
As he turned to set the goblet down, she once again lunged for him. He stopped her before she could get very far, and pulled her back again.
"Eager, are we not my pet?" he spoke in a deep, husky voice. "Stay, my pet. You will be given your pleasure when you satisfy mine. Your scent is most arousing, and I can see that you are already so wet you are running down your thighs for me. How sweet. Now, can you earn your fuck my dear?
He had commanded her to stay, she could not move. She was stuck as she was until he gave her permission to move. Her eyes were glued to his cock, and she could not, nor did she want to look at anything else. She panted, and was dripping in sweat from the heat of her passion. She would have let him do anything to her that he wanted to, at that moment, if he would just fuck her until she died.
"You are so wet, my sweet. Look at how you pool beneath yourself. Can we make you want your fuck even more?" he said. She had not seen him pick up the whip, she barely felt him stroke the wet leather across her back and rump. She didn't see the small metal shards that were embedded into the leather, and in her lust filled haze it would probably have not registered if she had.
He stepped back and with practiced ease, and a flick of his wrist brought the whip across the cheeks of her behind. The long cuts bleeding easily down her thighs as she jumped with the pain. She could not move because of the command. He didn't need to tie her down, nor strap her in place. One simple command was all it took for her to submit to his every desire, and if he chose, he could have her cumming with every stroke he gave her.
"Cum for me, my pet." he spoke to her. "Cum with the next lash. Let me see your cum running down your legs along with your blood."
He laid the whip across her behind along the upper part of her thighs, and she arched with a silent scream as she came, convulsing as the liquid ran down her legs.
"Again, my sweet," he commanded. "Cum for me again."
Again he lashed her, the cut deep and burning with the salt from the water, and she came even as the lash hit her skin. He repeated his command again and again until she was sure that she would pass out from the shear strength of her convulsions, and then laid the whip aside. He walked up behind the panting and breathless female, and knelt down behind her.
"Hmmm! How sweet you smell, my pet," he told her. "Do you taste as sweet as you smell?"
He leaned forward running his fingers through the blood running down her cheeks and thighs, and began to lap up the red fluid. "Mmmm! So good my pet!" he purred.
For a while he lapped up the blood, until it ceased to freely flow from her cuts. She was panting so heavily now that she though she might pass out if he didn't fuck her soon. He ran his fingers through the cum that still slid down her thighs. As he finished his taste of her blood, he eagerly licked up her flowing essence. Bringing his experienced tongue to bare on her swollen, painful, and straining clit, he sucked on her jewel, rewarded with her immediate release into his hungry mouth.
He positioned his cock at her rear entrance, and rammed himself to the hilt. He leaned forward and grabbed her breast, pulling her up to lean back against him as he drove deeper and deeper into her rear passage. He dug his claws into her breasts relishing in the feel of her hot blood coating his fingers. Again, he allowed his youkai to rise enough to partially transform, her already tight rear passage, tightening around him further, as he swelled inside of her.
Knowing that he planned for a long and busy night, he didn't hold back when he released into her rear. He abruptly let her go, and let his cock slip out of her tight rear, only for her to immediately turn, and begin to lick his shaft clean of whatever it was bathed in. While she began cleaning, as she had been commanded to do earlier in the day, he once again filled a goblet, stopping her long enough to make her drink it down.
Quickly she had him cleaned, and was engulfing him in her mouth. He grabbed her head as before and rammed it down on his shaft making her take all of him right down her throat. As she did, he reached once again for the whip, and lay it across her ass cheeks from his knew angle, relishing in how she clamped down on him, as she came with every stroke of the whip.
The subduing commands were the most delightful part of taking her. He could make her do anything he wanted, and she could not refuse. In fact, he could and was making her crave more of whatever he wanted. He drove deep into her mouth about to release, but pulled out at the last moment to spray on her face. He could see that she was in need of release herself, but not the way he had been giving it to her. The potion drove her to want him buried deep within her womb, and he delighted in torturing her by denying her that release.
He stood, and grabbed her leash. "Come my pet. You can stand now." he told her, finally letting her up from her hands and knees. He pulled the leash making her follow him over by the table, where her made her lean over it until her ass was aimed out towards him awaiting his desires, and her breasts rested upon the table itself.
He took one of several of the leather strips that had been lying on the tray soaking in the bowl of salt water. This he tied around her neck just snug enough that he could barely get the tip of a claw underneath, and then hooked her leash to the nearest ring on the side of the table, giving her no more than about a couple of inches of play in movement. Quickly, he attached the remaining lengths of chain to her wrist and ankles cuffs. He stretched her arms out from her shoulders pulling them tight and securing the chains to the far corners of the table. He repeated this with her legs, but tied them to the legs of the table so that she could not pull them closed, and spreading them until they threatened to dislocate, leaving her open to his every whim.
He knew that the leather around her neck would shrink as it dried, cutting into her flesh, and exposing the newly created wound to the salt that still encrusted the leather strips. It would, also, slowly cut off her breathing until he saw fit to cut it at a time of his choosing.
Choosing to give her a bit of release from her heated desire, but only a little, he knelt behind her and buried his face into her hot, wet folds. He nipped at her bud, drawing blood from the swollen and straining flesh, only to have her cum with the action. He eagerly lapped up her juices, and drove his tongue deep into her passage, as he used his clawed fingers to pinch and tweak the bundle of nerves repeatedly. She writhed with the rising heat he created, and readily came again.
He stood once he had sucked her dry of her last release, and immediately rammed his cock deep into her rear passage again. He pounded into her slamming her hard into the table she was tied to, burying himself as deeply as he could. Her tight hole was so hot, and tight, it felt so good, but he knew he could make her tighter.
"Oh, kuzo, but you are a tight bitch. But I think you could be tighter," came the familiar words that hit her like someone stabbed her with a knife. She knew what was coming, and knew that she could do nothing to stop him. He grabbed the strip of leather he had tied around her neck and yanked back on it, forcing her head up and back. It cut her air supply off immediately, just as she/he had done to her/his last victim, was it just days ago? She gasped for air, and could not draw breath. Still he held the strip of leather tight. As she started to black out, her body began to convulse in its desparate need for air.
He growled his pleasure at the tightness of her muscles on his oversize cock. He let go of the leather, letting her take in the much needed air, as he continued to ramming his now oversize cock deeper and harder into her convulsing ass. She was still convulsing around him, as she regained her breath, her almost painfully tight passage like a vice around his engorged member. The relief of breathing again, was short lived as the once wet leather strip around her neck slowly tightened around her throat. As it got tighter and tighter, she again could not breath, and again as the blackness threatened to engulf her, she found herself convulsing once more as her body fought for air she could not gain.
Again her muscles clamped hard around the cock that threatened to tear her apart by its shear size. While the now feminine side of her screamed in her mind at the pain and horror, the lust of the male side of her left her wanting her Lord to drive his cock into her more. The potion only served to further fuel the lust she was feeling in total contrast to the horror and the pain.
With the convulsing of her muscles, her tight passage tightened even more and he rammed harder and harder, faster and faster into her. He seemed insatiable, and found that almost any movement on her part, served to bring him back to a hardened state in short order. He knew he could keep this up all night, and planned on making the most of his new pet, for as long as she remained conscious. He would fuck every orifice she had until he was too tired to move, as long as she was aware of what he did to her.
Her convulsions were so hard and made her muscles tighten like a vice around his engorge cock, and he loved the wonderful feel of being buried deep with in her, blood washed over his heated flesh. He leaned forward, as her convulsion grew stronger as the need for air became greater, and ran his course tongue along the nape of her neck. With a flick of his claw, he cut the tightening leather strip, once again letting her breath, at the same moment, he buried his fangs to the hilt into her shoulder letting her blood gush into his mouth.
The feel of her blood as it ran down his thighs from the lashes on her rear served only to feed his lust for her. He pulled out of her cunt, her convulsions and her most recent release having settled, and immediately drove his still oversize cock into her tight ass, tearing the passage with the shear size of him, and the force of his entrance.
He ran his fingers through her blood, allowing his claws to pierce her skin freeing more of her blood to drip down her body. With each new claw mark, her body jerked hard with pain, causing her muscles to clench tightly around him again, and again. He purred at the feel of fresh blood spraying from her rear passage as he drove his cock deeper and harder into her hot, tight hole. He excitement was high, and he revelled in every feel she brought to his senses. He came again, running his fingers through the mix of cum and blood that squirted from her ass around his still swollen cock.
Again he grabbed the whip that he had used earlier, having dipped it back into the salted water. He slid it over her bleeding skin, thrilling at the fear that poured from her as he did. He pulled from her tight ass, stepping back a couple of paces to survey his handy work thus far.
"Hai, such a sweet gift you are. You will cum for me again, my pet," he intoned in a lust filled voice. A tone that the once was male recognized all too well, having used it many times himself. Now she/he found her/his body cringing in both fear and potion driven lust for him to do what he wanted with her. The anticipation of both immobilizing her almost as effectively as the chains she was locked to the table with.
"Hmmm. Hmmm. Hmmm. Hai, cum for me until I have said enough," he told her, a lustful chuckle sending shudders through her body at the sound.
He drew back the whip and with a practiced flick of his wrist laid it across her buttocks. With her exposed parts unprotected, the lash did more than just leave bleeding cuts long her cheeks. Her body convulsed almost as soon as the whip touched her skin, the blood once more running down her legs. Again he let the whip fly, and again she convulsed.
Her body was so aroused with the effects of the aphrodisiac that he kept giving to her, and the magic that had been used to change her into what she now was that every touch left her shuddering in a lust filled state like nothing she had ever experienced before. She was so highly strung at that moment, that he could have just reached out with his claw and touched her, and she would fall over the edge cumming hard for him.
He allowed only enough time between lashes to let her catch her breath, as her orgasm induced high eased, then he would lay the whip to her skin again, watching in delight as she came over and over with each stroke. Her skin bled, her body burned from the salt in her many cuts, she was exhausted from his attentions, the pain, and the loss of blood. Still he continued, not giving her what the aphrodisiac drove her to want the most.
He knew what she wanted, because he had made sure that it was her one single overriding thought when he ordered that she be given the aphrodisiac. It was a special recipe that he had used before, on other...pets...that he had the pleasure to have tasted. Anyone could take them, anyone could pleasure themselves on such of his pets, they could pleasure themselves in anyway that they chose, short of inflicting mortal injury. But the magic of the aphrodisiac made sure that the only one that could satisfy their needs, their magnified lustful hunger, was Shinichi himself. No one else could, or would be able, too.
When she bordered on passing out from exhaustion, and he was so painfully aroused he could no longer stand it, he set the blood drench whip aside and drove his cock hard and deep, back into her ass. The mixture of blood and sweat covering both of them, made the slickness of his penetration easier to drive himself all the harder into her. He didn't care that she was still chained down on the stone table, or that he was driving her into it with each thrust.
That his pounding threatened to break her hip bones meant nothing to him, although had he given it much thought, it would have only added to his sadistic pleasure. He grabbed her hips, digging his razor sharp claws deeply into her flesh as he rammed harder and harder into her tight rear opening, feeling another release rushing to take him over the edge once more.
He leaned over and released her from the table, as he pulled his cock out of her tight ass, and stepped back from the table where she lay panting. But she was stuck with the demands that his commands forced upon her, as well as the effects of the potion he had given her. She found herself turning, even as her legs gave out, causing her to fall to the floor. She sat for a moment, in a puddle of her own blood, the pain of the cuts on her body enough to have streams of tears running down her face, the only sign of her torment, as screaming was denied her.
While she was trying to get the strength to crawl to him as she was supposed to do, he walked over to the table with the tray that held the decanter of potion and the goblet. He poured another full glass, and brought it to her, feeding the liquid to her as before. She felt the fire building in her again, the lust growing again to almost painful proportions.
He stepped back again, making her crawl to him. He sat on the futon on the other side of the room, still semi-transformed and his enormous cock standing tall, enticing her lustful hunger as she found she could not look away from the aroused flesh luring her to come to him. She finally reached her goal, and as she brought her tongue up to lick the blood, semen, and cum from his cock, she felt herself shudder as she came yet again. Just the touch of his aroused flesh, the touch of his hand on her, the command of his voice sent her over the edge she was so aroused.
Eagerly she cleaned him, and eagerly she took him in her mouth, knowing that he wanted her to do so. He smiled at her, making her cum just at the sight that she had pleased him in some small way, as he grabbed her head, held her steady and shoved his cock down her throat again. With the by now familiar, pounding and ramming that his frenzied fucking had held all night, he once again poured his seed into her. By now she literally ooze his cum. From her ass, her cunt, and even her mouth.
"You did good, my pet, my bitch." he purred. "Now let me reward you."
He picked her up, and carried back over to the table. He lay her down upon it, stomach down. He reached for a nearby cloth and dipped into the bowl of salted water, and used it to clean her cuts. The cloth burned at the touch of the salt in her cuts, but she was not able to respond to the pain other than for her body to twitch with each swipe of the salt water soaked cloth. She wanted to scream, and he knew it, but he kept applying the wet cloth until he had her cleaned up.
Lifting her again, he turned her and carried her over to the futon. He lay her down, and crawled over her, positioning himself above her and slowly, almost gently buried himself into her cunt. He had still not returned to his more normal humanoid size, and his huge member stretched her to extreme limits once again. He paused, leaving his cock buried deep within her hot little cunt, and almost reverently massaged her abused breasts. The wounds of his claws began to bleed anew, and he leaned down and lapped at the blood gently cleaning her injuries with his hot, coarse tongue. He latched onto one of her swollen and peak hardened mounds and drew it deeply into his mouth, suckling like a babe at his mother's breast.
The sensations that his actions created in her were like nothing she had ever known. As painful has his lustful actions were before, his gentleness, was even more arousing. The pool of heated need, created by the potion he had given her, grew and grew until she could almost not draw breath. Still he didn't move his cock in her. In fact, he paused, and lifted up enough to reach once more for the decanter and goblet. He pour yet another cup of the potion and lifted her head, bringing the cup to her lips and ordering her to drink.
Her need was so great that even though he was not moving, she came. Her muscles clamping down on his cock like a vice and he growled his pleasure at her responsiveness to his desires. Oh, but she was a sweet, luscious pet. He would certainly enjoy her for a long time to come.
He returned to suckling, this time on her other breast, holding his rock hard erection still, buried deep within her cunt. Showing her both the rough side of pleasure and the gentle side was a game he most enjoyed with his bed partners. But it was hard to find one that he could do both with. He loved the excitement of pain and blood, but also loved the gentle caress and knew that with this little pet, he would have the fun of watching her crave both. Having her willing to do anything he asked of her in her pain and lust, to have him come back and gentle her as he was now.
He reached down, finding her bundle of nerves with his clawed fingers, and with a gentleness she would never had guessed he could possess, he stoked her until she was thrashing wildly beneath him in her desire to cum. But he kept her at the edge of her own release, and began to thrust in and out of her cunt. Slowly he pulled out, only to slowly push back. Each time he shoved in as deeply as he could.
So slowly that she wanted to scream, he picked up the pace. Reaching down he lifted her hips, tilting her towards him so that he could get a better angle and hit her sweet spot with each thrust. He found it, and continued to thrust deeper and deeper into her hot, tight, wet cunt to the point that with every thrust she came.
Briefly she was disappointed when he pulled out of her, and rolled her over on her stomach, then lifted her to her knees. He immediately buried himself to the hilt in her cunt once more, the contact making her cum yet again. His pace again picked up, until he was fairly pounding into her, but this time the pain and blood were not there. As he felt himself once more reaching his own release, he lean forward, drawing her silken, blood and sweat soaked tresses aside, and began to nip at her shoulders and along her throat.
Just as she again, came violently, he also released, and buried his fangs deep into the nape of her neck, binding her to him as one of his pride. She barely noticed the pain of the bite, as her every muscles continued to convulse in the throws of her last orgasm. Just the feel of her rippling, convulsing muscles was enough to have her Lord cum yet again, as he remained buried deep within her cunt.
When her convulsions finally eased back, he rolled her over with him, until they were both lying on their sides. He pulled her close, still buried inside her, and spooned her up against him. Just before she fell asleep, he took one of her wrists, and brought the cuff up for her to see.
"Know this, my pet. These are my gift to you. From now on, unless I say otherwise, these are the only clothing that shall cover your beauty. I want to be able to feast on the sight of you every time you are in my presence. You will walk these haloed halls, and these royal gardens, and the lands of my father just as nature made you, and you will never cover yourself from view. You will always be ready to pleasure me, anyway I wish, and at any time I want, whether alone or in the presence of others. Others will be able to see my treasure and they will be allowed to take their pleasure of you, but you will be mine and they will know that they cannot own you as I do."
Her last waking horrored filled thoughts were of images of walking down the halls of the enormous palace, open to the whims of every male she passed and knowing that she had no choice but to pleasure them as they wished, because her Lord had decreed it so. She had come full circle in a world of nightmares. One that she had created by her own actions. The only difference this time, was that she/he was no longer the one inflicting the pain and injury. She/he was no longer the one in control. She was now the one being controlled and in ways she had never known existed.
With those last thoughts in her head, she closed her eyes as sleep took her, and brought her into the realm of the nightmare of one of her own victims, reliving every tortured second she had inflicted on one pure and once innocent shrine maiden.
He let her sleep, knowing that she needed it. Besides, he had plenty of time to pleasure himself with his new gift. If she healed as Lord Sesshomaru had promised, she would be pleasuring him for many years to come. He so looked forward to devising new and even more pleasurable methods of torture to make her want him more and more as he continued to make her submit to his desires.
In fact, tomorrow once she had healed, it might be a pleasurable thing to take his new pet with him, when the other, lesser Lords went hunting for the afternoon. Perhaps they would enjoy the chance to participate in savoring the pleasures of his new pet. It would certainly be fun and arousing to watch as they helped themselves to her treasures. As long as they didn't damage her to severely, it should prove quite fun. All eight of the lesser Lords would enjoy such a treat, and it would be most interesting to see what ideas they might have on taking delights in his new toy.
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 - Again, I wish to warn you all in advance that the following content is HIGHLY GRAPHIC. As indicated, you are WARNED. If you do not wish to read such, the skip this chapter and await the next. While I could probably have toned it down, as the chapter developed, it refused to tone either up or down.
In truth, it could have been a whole lot worse, however, I wanted to leave something to the imagination. My intent was to provide the basis for the reader's imagination to work with and picture the life that our villain has more or less created for him, now her, self. That is, if it can be called a 'life'.
Just a couple of notes to avoid confusion that I am sure will crop up at some point, the potion and spell that was given to Natsuki did more than just change who/what he was. While the change is permanent, and allows for her new Lord and Master to 'subdue and/or command' her in anyway he chooses, it also restricts her in a number of other ways. It is the leading cause of why she is unable to speak and while she is able to read, she is no longer able to write, thus silencing her more completely that she did in her male form to any of her victims.
It also, prevents her from losing her sanity, thus ensuring that not only does she have to live with every moment of her life, now turned living nightmare, but also prevents her from becoming fertile. The last thing we want to do is have such a twisted mentality giving birth to offspring. 'AAAHHH Shades of Naraku's offspring...AAAAHHHH!!!'
Aside from the physical changes, the magic used also ensures that all of her wounds or injuries health 'over night'. It is no 'fun' to simply kill your victim, not when you can make them live...HEH! HEH! HEH! Sick? Absolutely! Justified...in many cases of criminal intent...most certainly.
I realize that some feel that Inuyasha should have been more involved with the punishment meeted out to our carefully prepared 'prey', however, after what happened to Kagome, his reluctance to leave her for the three to four weeks of travel to the Southern Lord's realm, just didn't set well with his inner Inu. I agreed with his choice. Besides, except for Sesshomaru, and Kouga, absolutely no one in the group knows what was done to Natsuki.
Sango, Miroku, and Shippo, do not wish to know. While they hold Sesshomaru in the highest regard for his aid in the last battle against Naraku, they still hold a healthy fear of his abilities. In this reality, the stories told most often to those children who misbehave and do not listen to their parents, are the nightmarish tales of a certain Taiyoukai's choices of ways to 'take care' of those who he finds disfavor with. That is enough to scare anyone into obedience. HEH! HEH! HEH!
While Inuyasha would not object to knowing, the fact that he doesn't know, means that he can truthfully tell Kagome when she asks, that he had no part in the final punishment that was meeted out. Everyone in the pack, agrees that for now, this is something that she doesn't need to know. Someday, maybe, but not for a long time to come.
So, for now, lets see how our delightfully exotic Southern Golden Lion Taiyoukai enjoys his first 'interesting' night with his new pet. He has many interesting ideas and plans in store for his new birthday present and is most greatful to both Prince Kouga for the gift of his four match handmaidens, and four matched slaves. He is even more greatful for the new pet that the Taiyoukai of the Western Province bestowed upon him.
Again, please do not take my WARNINGS of DARK LEMONS lightly.
Read, Enjoy and Please Review.)
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 33 - My Lovely New Pet!
Now she stood in the luxurious room that had been given to her by the Lord of the Southern Lands. She had been brought here only a short time ago, and now awaited the leisure of her new Lord and Master..
She didn't have long to wait. She had been standing lost in her own mind and didn't notice when the door to her rooms opened to admit the youkai Lord. She never heard him come across the room, nor felt his approach. Her first hint of his presence was his clawed hand snaking around her waist from behind, pulling her tightly to him where his engorged arousal could rub in anticipation of his pleasure to come.
She had not paid much attention to her new Lord when she had first seen him. She was, too, busy trying to take in all the sights, and come to grips with her new reality. But when he grabbed her and turned her around, she was for the first time able to take stock of the powerful Lord, to whom she now belonged.
He towered over her, by at least a foot if not more. He gave her the impression of a huge, untamed and powerful shishi (lion). His hair, a hip length dark mane was a rich dark brown, so dark it almost looked black. He tawny skin, almost glowed its health and tone, as his muscles rippled under the flesh with every movement. His golden eyes, had a greenish tint, his two inch long fangs visible as they lay over his lower lip.
His physic was such that it would have put Arnold Schwartzenhager to shame, had they been side by side. But the lustful gleam that filled his eyes, and had him standing before her panting in desire, had her shivering in fear.
"We are going to have lots of fun, my little pet," he said in a deep baritone voice that sent her senses a quivering. She could feel herself getting aroused just by the tone of his voice, and somehow knew that he could sense her body responding to him. Quicker than she could blink, he drew back his hand. She had just enough time to noticed the two inch, razor sharp claws, before that hand swiped at her, leaving her paralyzed in fear waiting for the pain that was sure to come.
But instead her skin was sent a shiver by the caress of a cool breeze and she realized that he had just removed all of her clothes in one swipe of his deadly claws. He stepped back now, and looked at his new prize. He stalked around her, gazing at every inch his eyes could see, his tail twitching with anticipation behind him. She felt self conscious for the first time in her life, and tried to cover herself when he moved back to stand in front of her. But he roughly grabbed her wrists and forced them down to her sides.
"Your first command, my pet," he said lustfully. "You will NEVER hide yourself from me."
To her complete surprise, she found that she could not put her hands back over herself, even after he had let her go. She could not make them move, to cover any part of her.
He stepped towards her once again, and grabbed both of her breasts, squeezing at first gently. He relished the hand full of soft and luscious flesh that he held in his hands, and leaned down to take one in his mouth. Before he decided just exactly what he wanted to do the most, he wanted to sample her, and see what she tasted like.
He sucked hard, pulling as much of her breast into his mouth as he could, heedless of his fangs. In fact, the taste of her blood only made her taste all the more pleasurable. Despite her fear, she could feel herself responding to his attentions. Her breasts swelled, as he sucked the nipple to a hardened peak. His free hand travelled down her side, around to her stomach, and then to the folds protecting her nether regions.
He could feel how wet she was, so wet in fact that it was already running down her legs. He slid his fingers into the hot folds of her privates stroking her bundle of nerves, delighting in the way she bucked into his hand. He pushed further back with his hand, until he found her entrance, and quickly shoved three long, large, clawed fingers deep into her hot, moist, tight passage.
As he felt her shiver at his invasion of her nether parts, he drew back his fingers, only to ram them deeper into her, delighting in the spike the scent of her arousal, and the rush of pain and fear, as his claws drew blood from deep within. He could feel how wet and ready she was for him, and her panting breath had him already painfully hard. With practiced ease, he grabbed her shoulders, and with his feet swiped her off of them and to the floor. Never once did he remove his hand from her passage.
Quickly he knelt and replaced his hand with his hot, eager tongue. His fangs grazed her hyper-sensitive bundle of nerves. She could feel them pierce the tender flesh. His tongue thrust deeper and deeper, and the familiar coil of tightness in her stomach grew and grew. Whatever the magic was that they had used on her, despite the horror and the pain, she was aroused by his actions and attention. It finally broke with one last nip of his fangs into the tender flesh of her hot folds and her essence poured into his waiting mouth allowing him to quench his thirst on the taste of her.
He stood up, and in a flash had his clothes off. She saw the size of him and her fear and lust knew new levels of terror and want. His aroused flesh put anyone she had ever known to shame. She was sure that she would not be able to walk for along time, not just because he was big, but because he was enormous. He was over her in a breath, parting her legs before she could do anything, and ramming his member deep into her tight, untried, virgin passage.
She opened her mouth in a silent scream, as he pounded with full strength into her. He pulled her legs as far apart as he could and then pull them up towards her shoulders. He almost dislocated one hip in his efforts to open her as wide as possible and to drive himself deeper and deeper into her throbbing and bleeding passage.
"Ahhh! Yes, my pet," he panted between thrusts. "You are so very good, and it would seem that I was your first. At least this way. Hmmm. Hmmm. Hmmm."
As he rammed into her pain filled and throbbing passage, she felt another orgasm building. As she came again, she felt him fill her passage with his own hot seed, only to have him quickly pull out of her, flip her to her stomach, drag her to her knees and rammed into her rear passage in one smooth motion.
The pain she had felt with the other youkai was almost pleasure to this. His size was so huge that she could once again feel the tissues tear and the blood pour from her rear passage. He could smell her blood and delighted in its head aroma. He could feel it as it gushed from her, and sprayed back on his thigh. It excited his youkai and increased his ardour all the more.
He suddenly got an idea, something that he had never thought to try before. Quickly, he pulled from her rear passage, and immediately thrust deeply back into her cunt. He started pounding into her, harder than ever, faster and faster. This time, however, he started to free his youkai. As he did, he grew. His arms taking on an almost fur like covering, which he let slowly spread to the rest of him. His face took on his more natural feline features, as his true self became more and more apparent.
His eyes were glowing, blood red, like rubies, and his fangs got even longer. His growls were more viscious and she shook in terror as she quickly looked over her shoulder only to see what looked to be half man, half lion filling her cunt with something so big, she could feel herself tearing again with the invasion.
He stopped his transformation about half way through. After all, he realized that she would never be able to survive him in his true form. She was merely a ningen after all, even if an extremely desirable one. He would have to bring his new pet to his next outing. She was sure to be...a hit.
Again he came, hard and convulsing, but still he was not ready to stop. At least not for the moment. He grabbed her hair and yanked her around until she was facing him. He pulled her head back until her mouth was open, and slammed his still hardened member to the hilt into her mouth.
She didn't think it was possible for anyone to take something that large into their mouth and was horrified to find that not only was it possible, she was actually enjoying it. He pounded relentlessly and groaned and growled with every thrust into her. She could feel him nearing another peak, and soon was swallowing his seed.
"Now, my pet," he huskily whispered, as he took a moment to catch his breath. "Your second command. After every time that I penetrate your ass or cunt, you will use your luscious tongue to clean me up. You can start by doing so now, and keep in mind that if I am not satisfied with your efforts, I will...punish you."
As he had sat on the floor a little away from her, she began to climb to her feet and walk over, but he stopped her.
"No, my pretty," was his command. "Crawl. Crawl to your Master and clean me up."
He watched in delight, as she crawled towards him on her hands and knees, and once her head was between his legs, she almost eagerly began licking his cock. She ran her tongue over every inch of him, until she had cleaned off all of her essence from his skin, including her blood.
When she had finished all but a few spots, he grabbed her head once more and rammed her mouth down on his engorged member. In her mind, 'he' screamed in terror. Something that was totally new and alien to him until a few days ago.
He had never known fear before, except the fear that he created in others, and now he had nothing but. And to make it worse, he was not even allowed to lose his sanity in the horror of the moment. He was locked forever within himself, and could only live with all the feeling, all the sound, all the tastes, all the horror. And it was only just getting started.
The Lord finished with her and left her where she lay. The feast for the celebration on his birthday was due to begin soon, and he had to attend. But he smile wickedly, lust still prevalent in his eyes, as he turned to her at the door.
"Don't worry, my pet. Do not get lonely without me. I shall be back...soon," he promised. "And then we shall really have some fun." With that, he left the room.
She lie there where he had left her. Her body shaking with the pain and horror, while at the same time, still a quiver from the sensual assault that had her even now convulsing in orgasms at just the remembered experience. She was horrified almost beyond words. She could not stand the pain, the violations, the horror and yet she could not help but get off on the same sensations. It seemed that the new feminine side of her was horrified and shaken with terror, while the once male side of her was still finding pleasure in the torment, fear, and pain. Was it possible the the potion she/he was given, had some how magnified the sensations and feelings of her/his own desires? Perhaps the potion just took the carnal pleasures which she/he had spent years indulging himself in, and magnified them to the point that she/he could not help but be aroused by the very pain and horror that he himself had inflicted on others.
A short time after he had left her, her handmaidens came in and began to clean her up and prepare her for the night's endeavors upon the return of her Lord and Master. While they were tending to her needs, the four burly slaves who had carried her palanquin for the last three days, entered the room carrying a large and very heavy stone table.
They placed it in the center of the room, and she saw to her terror that it had large iron rings attached in various places around the edge and down the legs. One of the kurohyou (panther) youkai, approached her and with quick efficiency wrapped a black leather collar around her neck, bedecked in gold trim, and emerald stones. Matching cuffs were placed on both her wrists and her ankles, and then the youkai left her be.
They were of a delicate enough nature in appearance to almost be matching jewelry. Each one was graced with several metal loops that looked at first appearance to be just simply part of the design, but she knew in her mind that they were meant to attach chains to. Chains that she now saw were on the stone table. She had not noticed them before, as they seemed to be fine and delicate in appearance. Her hand found many similar rings attached to the collar around her neck.
She was busy examining the restraints, as she was sure that was what they were for, when the door opened again. This time the handmaidens returned, one with a sweet scented oil that she began immediately to anoint Natsuki's skin with, another carried a tray of food, which she promptly sat down beside the onna and began to feed to her. The third carried a tray with a large decanter and a goblet, from this the maid took the goblet and poured some of the contents of the decanter into it. The liquid looked almost like water, but when it reached her nose, she smelled a sweet, herb laced mixture. It was pleasant smelling and without hesitation she let herself be fed the alluring mixture.
The fourth bore a tray that had a number of unusual items upon it. It was these that caught Natsuki's eye, and had her close to choking on her food. Most prominent was a bowl that held some kind of liquid. In the liquid was the strands of a whip, and from her/his memories came the knowledge that the bowl probably contained salted water. It was meant to cause lashes made by the whip to burn as though on fire, as the salt soaked into the cuts, and freshly made wounds.
Various small items that looked like clamps, and long pins could also be seen, a knife lay near the bowl, a number of raw leather strips were also on the tray and in the water, and there were other instruments that she didn't recognize at all. Truthfully, she didn't want to find out what they were.
As the handmaidens finished, she began to feel rather strange. Something in the back of her mind told her that the drink had been tampered with, but she was unsure what with. All she knew is that she was getting awfully warm, and her skin tingled all over like she was on fire. She wanted something, but was unsure what, and as each passing moment went by she longed for whatever it was more and more.
She was panting by the time her Lord and Master entered the room hours later. As soon as he was in the door, he barely had time to drop his clothes but what she was on him, eagerly trying to devour his cock. She was like a wild animal in heat, and he was pleased with her actions. He had made sure that the herbed wine was laced with the strongest aphrodisiac he could find.
Before he could more than reach for her, she had practically swallowed him, and he came deep into her mouth. Still she panted and groaned with desire, and he grabbed her collar to pull her off of him, making her reach for him, but not giving her the satisfaction she asked for.
He dragged her over to the stone table, and took one of the lengths of chain that was laying there and hooked it to her collar. With her leashed, he ordered her to get down on her hands and knees and she eagerly complied. Her heated passion climbed higher and higher. He left her there for a moment and took the goblet she had been served with before. Filling the cup, he returned to her, and fed her the contents until the last drop was gone.
By now she was so in need, it was painful. All she wanted was to ravage him, and be ravaged by him. She wanted him to bury himself so deep into her that she didn't think he would ever be able to withdraw. She panted heavily, and if sound had been permitted her, she would have been growling in her impatience and lust.
As he turned to set the goblet down, she once again lunged for him. He stopped her before she could get very far, and pulled her back again.
"Eager, are we not my pet?" he spoke in a deep, husky voice. "Stay, my pet. You will be given your pleasure when you satisfy mine. Your scent is most arousing, and I can see that you are already so wet you are running down your thighs for me. How sweet. Now, can you earn your fuck my dear?
He had commanded her to stay, she could not move. She was stuck as she was until he gave her permission to move. Her eyes were glued to his cock, and she could not, nor did she want to look at anything else. She panted, and was dripping in sweat from the heat of her passion. She would have let him do anything to her that he wanted to, at that moment, if he would just fuck her until she died.
"You are so wet, my sweet. Look at how you pool beneath yourself. Can we make you want your fuck even more?" he said. She had not seen him pick up the whip, she barely felt him stroke the wet leather across her back and rump. She didn't see the small metal shards that were embedded into the leather, and in her lust filled haze it would probably have not registered if she had.
He stepped back and with practiced ease, and a flick of his wrist brought the whip across the cheeks of her behind. The long cuts bleeding easily down her thighs as she jumped with the pain. She could not move because of the command. He didn't need to tie her down, nor strap her in place. One simple command was all it took for her to submit to his every desire, and if he chose, he could have her cumming with every stroke he gave her.
"Cum for me, my pet." he spoke to her. "Cum with the next lash. Let me see your cum running down your legs along with your blood."
He laid the whip across her behind along the upper part of her thighs, and she arched with a silent scream as she came, convulsing as the liquid ran down her legs.
"Again, my sweet," he commanded. "Cum for me again."
Again he lashed her, the cut deep and burning with the salt from the water, and she came even as the lash hit her skin. He repeated his command again and again until she was sure that she would pass out from the shear strength of her convulsions, and then laid the whip aside. He walked up behind the panting and breathless female, and knelt down behind her.
"Hmmm! How sweet you smell, my pet," he told her. "Do you taste as sweet as you smell?"
He leaned forward running his fingers through the blood running down her cheeks and thighs, and began to lap up the red fluid. "Mmmm! So good my pet!" he purred.
For a while he lapped up the blood, until it ceased to freely flow from her cuts. She was panting so heavily now that she though she might pass out if he didn't fuck her soon. He ran his fingers through the cum that still slid down her thighs. As he finished his taste of her blood, he eagerly licked up her flowing essence. Bringing his experienced tongue to bare on her swollen, painful, and straining clit, he sucked on her jewel, rewarded with her immediate release into his hungry mouth.
He positioned his cock at her rear entrance, and rammed himself to the hilt. He leaned forward and grabbed her breast, pulling her up to lean back against him as he drove deeper and deeper into her rear passage. He dug his claws into her breasts relishing in the feel of her hot blood coating his fingers. Again, he allowed his youkai to rise enough to partially transform, her already tight rear passage, tightening around him further, as he swelled inside of her.
Knowing that he planned for a long and busy night, he didn't hold back when he released into her rear. He abruptly let her go, and let his cock slip out of her tight rear, only for her to immediately turn, and begin to lick his shaft clean of whatever it was bathed in. While she began cleaning, as she had been commanded to do earlier in the day, he once again filled a goblet, stopping her long enough to make her drink it down.
Quickly she had him cleaned, and was engulfing him in her mouth. He grabbed her head as before and rammed it down on his shaft making her take all of him right down her throat. As she did, he reached once again for the whip, and lay it across her ass cheeks from his knew angle, relishing in how she clamped down on him, as she came with every stroke of the whip.
The subduing commands were the most delightful part of taking her. He could make her do anything he wanted, and she could not refuse. In fact, he could and was making her crave more of whatever he wanted. He drove deep into her mouth about to release, but pulled out at the last moment to spray on her face. He could see that she was in need of release herself, but not the way he had been giving it to her. The potion drove her to want him buried deep within her womb, and he delighted in torturing her by denying her that release.
He stood, and grabbed her leash. "Come my pet. You can stand now." he told her, finally letting her up from her hands and knees. He pulled the leash making her follow him over by the table, where her made her lean over it until her ass was aimed out towards him awaiting his desires, and her breasts rested upon the table itself.
He took one of several of the leather strips that had been lying on the tray soaking in the bowl of salt water. This he tied around her neck just snug enough that he could barely get the tip of a claw underneath, and then hooked her leash to the nearest ring on the side of the table, giving her no more than about a couple of inches of play in movement. Quickly, he attached the remaining lengths of chain to her wrist and ankles cuffs. He stretched her arms out from her shoulders pulling them tight and securing the chains to the far corners of the table. He repeated this with her legs, but tied them to the legs of the table so that she could not pull them closed, and spreading them until they threatened to dislocate, leaving her open to his every whim.
He knew that the leather around her neck would shrink as it dried, cutting into her flesh, and exposing the newly created wound to the salt that still encrusted the leather strips. It would, also, slowly cut off her breathing until he saw fit to cut it at a time of his choosing.
Choosing to give her a bit of release from her heated desire, but only a little, he knelt behind her and buried his face into her hot, wet folds. He nipped at her bud, drawing blood from the swollen and straining flesh, only to have her cum with the action. He eagerly lapped up her juices, and drove his tongue deep into her passage, as he used his clawed fingers to pinch and tweak the bundle of nerves repeatedly. She writhed with the rising heat he created, and readily came again.
He stood once he had sucked her dry of her last release, and immediately rammed his cock deep into her rear passage again. He pounded into her slamming her hard into the table she was tied to, burying himself as deeply as he could. Her tight hole was so hot, and tight, it felt so good, but he knew he could make her tighter.
"Oh, kuzo, but you are a tight bitch. But I think you could be tighter," came the familiar words that hit her like someone stabbed her with a knife. She knew what was coming, and knew that she could do nothing to stop him. He grabbed the strip of leather he had tied around her neck and yanked back on it, forcing her head up and back. It cut her air supply off immediately, just as she/he had done to her/his last victim, was it just days ago? She gasped for air, and could not draw breath. Still he held the strip of leather tight. As she started to black out, her body began to convulse in its desparate need for air.
He growled his pleasure at the tightness of her muscles on his oversize cock. He let go of the leather, letting her take in the much needed air, as he continued to ramming his now oversize cock deeper and harder into her convulsing ass. She was still convulsing around him, as she regained her breath, her almost painfully tight passage like a vice around his engorged member. The relief of breathing again, was short lived as the once wet leather strip around her neck slowly tightened around her throat. As it got tighter and tighter, she again could not breath, and again as the blackness threatened to engulf her, she found herself convulsing once more as her body fought for air she could not gain.
Again her muscles clamped hard around the cock that threatened to tear her apart by its shear size. While the now feminine side of her screamed in her mind at the pain and horror, the lust of the male side of her left her wanting her Lord to drive his cock into her more. The potion only served to further fuel the lust she was feeling in total contrast to the horror and the pain.
With the convulsing of her muscles, her tight passage tightened even more and he rammed harder and harder, faster and faster into her. He seemed insatiable, and found that almost any movement on her part, served to bring him back to a hardened state in short order. He knew he could keep this up all night, and planned on making the most of his new pet, for as long as she remained conscious. He would fuck every orifice she had until he was too tired to move, as long as she was aware of what he did to her.
Her convulsions were so hard and made her muscles tighten like a vice around his engorge cock, and he loved the wonderful feel of being buried deep with in her, blood washed over his heated flesh. He leaned forward, as her convulsion grew stronger as the need for air became greater, and ran his course tongue along the nape of her neck. With a flick of his claw, he cut the tightening leather strip, once again letting her breath, at the same moment, he buried his fangs to the hilt into her shoulder letting her blood gush into his mouth.
The feel of her blood as it ran down his thighs from the lashes on her rear served only to feed his lust for her. He pulled out of her cunt, her convulsions and her most recent release having settled, and immediately drove his still oversize cock into her tight ass, tearing the passage with the shear size of him, and the force of his entrance.
He ran his fingers through her blood, allowing his claws to pierce her skin freeing more of her blood to drip down her body. With each new claw mark, her body jerked hard with pain, causing her muscles to clench tightly around him again, and again. He purred at the feel of fresh blood spraying from her rear passage as he drove his cock deeper and harder into her hot, tight hole. He excitement was high, and he revelled in every feel she brought to his senses. He came again, running his fingers through the mix of cum and blood that squirted from her ass around his still swollen cock.
Again he grabbed the whip that he had used earlier, having dipped it back into the salted water. He slid it over her bleeding skin, thrilling at the fear that poured from her as he did. He pulled from her tight ass, stepping back a couple of paces to survey his handy work thus far.
"Hai, such a sweet gift you are. You will cum for me again, my pet," he intoned in a lust filled voice. A tone that the once was male recognized all too well, having used it many times himself. Now she/he found her/his body cringing in both fear and potion driven lust for him to do what he wanted with her. The anticipation of both immobilizing her almost as effectively as the chains she was locked to the table with.
"Hmmm. Hmmm. Hmmm. Hai, cum for me until I have said enough," he told her, a lustful chuckle sending shudders through her body at the sound.
He drew back the whip and with a practiced flick of his wrist laid it across her buttocks. With her exposed parts unprotected, the lash did more than just leave bleeding cuts long her cheeks. Her body convulsed almost as soon as the whip touched her skin, the blood once more running down her legs. Again he let the whip fly, and again she convulsed.
Her body was so aroused with the effects of the aphrodisiac that he kept giving to her, and the magic that had been used to change her into what she now was that every touch left her shuddering in a lust filled state like nothing she had ever experienced before. She was so highly strung at that moment, that he could have just reached out with his claw and touched her, and she would fall over the edge cumming hard for him.
He allowed only enough time between lashes to let her catch her breath, as her orgasm induced high eased, then he would lay the whip to her skin again, watching in delight as she came over and over with each stroke. Her skin bled, her body burned from the salt in her many cuts, she was exhausted from his attentions, the pain, and the loss of blood. Still he continued, not giving her what the aphrodisiac drove her to want the most.
He knew what she wanted, because he had made sure that it was her one single overriding thought when he ordered that she be given the aphrodisiac. It was a special recipe that he had used before, on other...pets...that he had the pleasure to have tasted. Anyone could take them, anyone could pleasure themselves on such of his pets, they could pleasure themselves in anyway that they chose, short of inflicting mortal injury. But the magic of the aphrodisiac made sure that the only one that could satisfy their needs, their magnified lustful hunger, was Shinichi himself. No one else could, or would be able, too.
When she bordered on passing out from exhaustion, and he was so painfully aroused he could no longer stand it, he set the blood drench whip aside and drove his cock hard and deep, back into her ass. The mixture of blood and sweat covering both of them, made the slickness of his penetration easier to drive himself all the harder into her. He didn't care that she was still chained down on the stone table, or that he was driving her into it with each thrust.
That his pounding threatened to break her hip bones meant nothing to him, although had he given it much thought, it would have only added to his sadistic pleasure. He grabbed her hips, digging his razor sharp claws deeply into her flesh as he rammed harder and harder into her tight rear opening, feeling another release rushing to take him over the edge once more.
He leaned over and released her from the table, as he pulled his cock out of her tight ass, and stepped back from the table where she lay panting. But she was stuck with the demands that his commands forced upon her, as well as the effects of the potion he had given her. She found herself turning, even as her legs gave out, causing her to fall to the floor. She sat for a moment, in a puddle of her own blood, the pain of the cuts on her body enough to have streams of tears running down her face, the only sign of her torment, as screaming was denied her.
While she was trying to get the strength to crawl to him as she was supposed to do, he walked over to the table with the tray that held the decanter of potion and the goblet. He poured another full glass, and brought it to her, feeding the liquid to her as before. She felt the fire building in her again, the lust growing again to almost painful proportions.
He stepped back again, making her crawl to him. He sat on the futon on the other side of the room, still semi-transformed and his enormous cock standing tall, enticing her lustful hunger as she found she could not look away from the aroused flesh luring her to come to him. She finally reached her goal, and as she brought her tongue up to lick the blood, semen, and cum from his cock, she felt herself shudder as she came yet again. Just the touch of his aroused flesh, the touch of his hand on her, the command of his voice sent her over the edge she was so aroused.
Eagerly she cleaned him, and eagerly she took him in her mouth, knowing that he wanted her to do so. He smiled at her, making her cum just at the sight that she had pleased him in some small way, as he grabbed her head, held her steady and shoved his cock down her throat again. With the by now familiar, pounding and ramming that his frenzied fucking had held all night, he once again poured his seed into her. By now she literally ooze his cum. From her ass, her cunt, and even her mouth.
"You did good, my pet, my bitch." he purred. "Now let me reward you."
He picked her up, and carried back over to the table. He lay her down upon it, stomach down. He reached for a nearby cloth and dipped into the bowl of salted water, and used it to clean her cuts. The cloth burned at the touch of the salt in her cuts, but she was not able to respond to the pain other than for her body to twitch with each swipe of the salt water soaked cloth. She wanted to scream, and he knew it, but he kept applying the wet cloth until he had her cleaned up.
Lifting her again, he turned her and carried her over to the futon. He lay her down, and crawled over her, positioning himself above her and slowly, almost gently buried himself into her cunt. He had still not returned to his more normal humanoid size, and his huge member stretched her to extreme limits once again. He paused, leaving his cock buried deep within her hot little cunt, and almost reverently massaged her abused breasts. The wounds of his claws began to bleed anew, and he leaned down and lapped at the blood gently cleaning her injuries with his hot, coarse tongue. He latched onto one of her swollen and peak hardened mounds and drew it deeply into his mouth, suckling like a babe at his mother's breast.
The sensations that his actions created in her were like nothing she had ever known. As painful has his lustful actions were before, his gentleness, was even more arousing. The pool of heated need, created by the potion he had given her, grew and grew until she could almost not draw breath. Still he didn't move his cock in her. In fact, he paused, and lifted up enough to reach once more for the decanter and goblet. He pour yet another cup of the potion and lifted her head, bringing the cup to her lips and ordering her to drink.
Her need was so great that even though he was not moving, she came. Her muscles clamping down on his cock like a vice and he growled his pleasure at her responsiveness to his desires. Oh, but she was a sweet, luscious pet. He would certainly enjoy her for a long time to come.
He returned to suckling, this time on her other breast, holding his rock hard erection still, buried deep within her cunt. Showing her both the rough side of pleasure and the gentle side was a game he most enjoyed with his bed partners. But it was hard to find one that he could do both with. He loved the excitement of pain and blood, but also loved the gentle caress and knew that with this little pet, he would have the fun of watching her crave both. Having her willing to do anything he asked of her in her pain and lust, to have him come back and gentle her as he was now.
He reached down, finding her bundle of nerves with his clawed fingers, and with a gentleness she would never had guessed he could possess, he stoked her until she was thrashing wildly beneath him in her desire to cum. But he kept her at the edge of her own release, and began to thrust in and out of her cunt. Slowly he pulled out, only to slowly push back. Each time he shoved in as deeply as he could.
So slowly that she wanted to scream, he picked up the pace. Reaching down he lifted her hips, tilting her towards him so that he could get a better angle and hit her sweet spot with each thrust. He found it, and continued to thrust deeper and deeper into her hot, tight, wet cunt to the point that with every thrust she came.
Briefly she was disappointed when he pulled out of her, and rolled her over on her stomach, then lifted her to her knees. He immediately buried himself to the hilt in her cunt once more, the contact making her cum yet again. His pace again picked up, until he was fairly pounding into her, but this time the pain and blood were not there. As he felt himself once more reaching his own release, he lean forward, drawing her silken, blood and sweat soaked tresses aside, and began to nip at her shoulders and along her throat.
Just as she again, came violently, he also released, and buried his fangs deep into the nape of her neck, binding her to him as one of his pride. She barely noticed the pain of the bite, as her every muscles continued to convulse in the throws of her last orgasm. Just the feel of her rippling, convulsing muscles was enough to have her Lord cum yet again, as he remained buried deep within her cunt.
When her convulsions finally eased back, he rolled her over with him, until they were both lying on their sides. He pulled her close, still buried inside her, and spooned her up against him. Just before she fell asleep, he took one of her wrists, and brought the cuff up for her to see.
"Know this, my pet. These are my gift to you. From now on, unless I say otherwise, these are the only clothing that shall cover your beauty. I want to be able to feast on the sight of you every time you are in my presence. You will walk these haloed halls, and these royal gardens, and the lands of my father just as nature made you, and you will never cover yourself from view. You will always be ready to pleasure me, anyway I wish, and at any time I want, whether alone or in the presence of others. Others will be able to see my treasure and they will be allowed to take their pleasure of you, but you will be mine and they will know that they cannot own you as I do."
Her last waking horrored filled thoughts were of images of walking down the halls of the enormous palace, open to the whims of every male she passed and knowing that she had no choice but to pleasure them as they wished, because her Lord had decreed it so. She had come full circle in a world of nightmares. One that she had created by her own actions. The only difference this time, was that she/he was no longer the one inflicting the pain and injury. She/he was no longer the one in control. She was now the one being controlled and in ways she had never known existed.
With those last thoughts in her head, she closed her eyes as sleep took her, and brought her into the realm of the nightmare of one of her own victims, reliving every tortured second she had inflicted on one pure and once innocent shrine maiden.
He let her sleep, knowing that she needed it. Besides, he had plenty of time to pleasure himself with his new gift. If she healed as Lord Sesshomaru had promised, she would be pleasuring him for many years to come. He so looked forward to devising new and even more pleasurable methods of torture to make her want him more and more as he continued to make her submit to his desires.
In fact, tomorrow once she had healed, it might be a pleasurable thing to take his new pet with him, when the other, lesser Lords went hunting for the afternoon. Perhaps they would enjoy the chance to participate in savoring the pleasures of his new pet. It would certainly be fun and arousing to watch as they helped themselves to her treasures. As long as they didn't damage her to severely, it should prove quite fun. All eight of the lesser Lords would enjoy such a treat, and it would be most interesting to see what ideas they might have on taking delights in his new toy.
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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