Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Love's Tangled Web ❯ Part 12 ( Chapter 12 )

Author's Note: Yes, this is another songfic chapter. I didn't do it on purpose, I just heard the song on the radio and it struck me, and the scenes it showed me went along with the storyline. This turned out to be a VERY long chapter, written to “Savin' Me” by Nickelback.

 

I must reinforce the NC-17 rating on this fic, it especially applies to this chapter! Other Warnings: Rape, Torture, Blood, Violence, Pain, D/s, NCS (non-con sex), YAOI, YURI, 3+ somes, hermaphrodite. That's about as many warnings as I can give without giving too much away. If any of these things bother you, and you read anyway, DO NOT come whining to me! All Flames will be appropriately ridiculed.

 

 

Love's Tangled Web

Part 12

Prison gates won't open up for me
On these hands and knees I'm crawlin'.
Oh, I reach for you..'

Sight slowly returned as the blackness ebbed away. Gods, what a headache… She tried to move, and found she couldn't. Her feet were shackled to the floor, her arms bound to columns on either side of her, in a standing spread-eagle. Fear tightened its icy grip on her heart and her pulse raced as she took in her surroundings. She was still in her armor, her visor down. The room was barren, the floors made of stone with a raised dais carpeted with tatami mats in front of her, shuttered windows to her right, a shoji wall to her left. She heard movement behind her and froze. Someone else was there.

 

A hand touched hers and she jumped. She mentally cursed herself for her reaction as a rich, masculine chuckle filled the room. The hand, its claws caressing, slowly slid down her arm, over her shoulder to her back. Hands caressed her waist before sliding around her, the male body pressing luxuriously against her from behind.

 

“Take off your armor,” the voice purred into her ear.

 

The voice was rich and husky with desire, sending chills through her body. It was so soothing, so wanting, so convincing. He writhed deliciously against her back, one hand moving down to cup her hip, the other drifting up between her breasts to caress her exposed throat lovingly. The armor got in the way, and she couldn't really feel his fingers except for where they applied pressure on her armor, but it was the voice that was so entrancing.

 

“Please…” The word was whispered. He wanted, badly. His dark tenor promised love, ecstasy, pleasure unfathomable, if only she would banish the pesky armor that kept him from touching her properly.

 

And oh, how she wanted him. She wanted him to continue speaking in that voice that caressed like fur over naked skin, that made her wet just listening to it. But that was only a part of her, and the rest knew the only defense she had left was her armor.

 

“No,” she whispered.

 

“No?” Anger tinged the voice

 

“No,” she repeated more firmly.

 

The blow to her back came unexpectedly and would have knocked her to her hands and knees, were she not bound upright. She gasped, trying to take air back into her lungs, trying to breathe into the pain. He circled around in front of her, and she saw bare feet, soft, loose pants, those black wings, the blue-white hair and cerulean eyes.

 

“You will remove your armor. Now.”

 

She glared at him in hatred, trying to draw in enough air to speak. “I will not.”

 

His fist connected with her jaw, and her vision swam. He paused waiting, and when she again righted herself only to glare at him defiantly, he hit her again, his fist driving deep into her gut, watching with disdain as she retched and gasped for breath.

 

Again, he waited for her to regain herself before speaking. “This will continue as long as it needs to. The only reason I do not kill you is because my Mistress has ordered it so. Now, for the last time, remove your armor.”

 

Jade paused, measuring him. She couldn't keep taking blows to the stomach like that… She closed her eyes, and when she reopened them, she was standing only in her sub-armor.

 

Yoshitomo's face contorted with rage. “Do not toy with me, Human!” He again struck her in the face, and she could taste blood where her teeth had cut her cheek as the room spun. He leaned in closer, gripping her chin, and he looked down into her eyes. He closed his eyes momentarily, scenting deeply, before looking down at her, a smirk on his lips.

 

“You smell pregnant.”

 

Her eyes widened in fear.

 

“I could simply hit you in the stomach until you miscarry, or you could remove your armor… the choice is yours, really.” But his eyes twinkled with victory. He knew he had won this round.

 

Jade looked down. Shit. She didn't know if she was going to keep the baby, but she'd be damned if she was going to let some fucking incubus make her purposely miscarry. She could handle other kinds of torture. But this first minor defeat hurt. She had been unable to escape him, and now he was exploiting her weakness against her. It was a losing battle, but she would fight where she could.

 

She closed her eyes and banished her armor as a tear slipped down her cheek, her kanji ball materializing in her clenched fist, unnoticed.

 

“Good girl,” Yoshitomo said.

 

`Sage…'

Well I'm terrified of these four walls
These iron bars can't hold my soul in
All I need is you.
Come please I'm callin'
And oh I scream for you
Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin

 

It must have been daybreak. The light in the room had increased substantially, even through the closed shutters. Yoshitomo had retreated to lounge on the cushions on the dais, apparently content to watch for now.

 

“Come have your fun with her, Setsuna. You may allow Hiromatsu to join you if you wish. Just don't kill her. I do not need to remind you of the Mistress's punishments for disobeying her.” An incubus, one she assumed was Setsuna padded forward to place a lavish kiss on Yoshitomo's hand before turning his attention to Jade.

 

He was indeed beautiful. His pale lavender hair fell in soft waves to his shoulders, his wings a deep shade of brown that matched his eyes. His nose was long and straight, his mouth full and undeniably kissable. He was clothed only in the jewelry he wore, his pierced member already erect.

 

He walked up to her, hands reaching out to caress her breasts, to skim down her ribs and waist to rest on the curve of her hips before he pressed himself against her fully, grinding his erection into her stomach.

 

She started to struggle, trying to pull away from him, and he slapped her before gripping her chin in his hand and tilting her head up to his. He claimed her lips with his own forcefully, his tongue thrusting between her lips to taste the rest of her mouth.

 

Her teeth came crashing together, and she tasted blood as Setsuna gasped and pulled away. His eyes narrowed and he slapped her again—she could feel the welt rising on her cheek as Yoshitomo's laughter echoed through the room.

 

“She has spirit,” he said. “Do not put yourself in such a vulnerable position, Setsuna… Only I am allowed to do that.”

 

Setsuna cast a heated, longing gaze back at Yoshitomo before returning his attentions to Jade. Sliding a hand up into her hair, he wrenched her head to the side, exposing the long line of her neck, which he attacked with licks and kisses. His mouth wandered downward, leaving a wet trail that made her feel dirty. He sucked on her nipple, and hearing her gasp, reached an arm out to the side, motioning Hiromatsu forward.

 

She could not see him, but she felt his hand replace Setsuna's in her hair, and his mouth start to nip and bite at her neck as Setsuna moved to her other breast, suckling as his hands moved down, one on her hip, the other moving to play between her legs. Hiromatsu's erection ground into her back as he pressed himself against her, his teeth against her shoulder, his other hand grasping and kneading her breast. Fear set in and she tried to struggle, but she was trapped between them.

 

And then one of Setsuna's fingers slid inside of her. She bucked and struggled, but Hiromatsu held her tight, and her bucking took on a different rhythm as Setsuna added a second finger and started using his thumb to massage her clitoris. Hiromatsu's hand left her hair as she gasped, struggling against the pleasure, that they were going to make her enjoy being raped. And then, slick fingertips were pressed against her anus as well.

 

“No,” she gasped. “No.”

 

She heard a small huff behind her; Hiromatsu was laughing at her. “As if you have any say in what we do to you,” he growled, his voice a deep baritone. And then a single finger slid into her anus.

 

She gasped and whimpered. It hurt! She held on to the pain, using it to keep the pleasure at bay, trying desperately to distance herself from what was happening. Setsuna stroked her roughly, adding more pleasure to the mix before a second, then a third finger of Hiromatsu's was forced into her, the pain again overwhelming the pleasure.

 

She whimpered, and they laughed, enjoying her discomfort, loving torturing her. Then Setsuna's hand left her, trailing down the insides of her thighs, and he was kneeling before her, his tongue reaching out to snake across dewy folds, caressing the tender, nerve-ridden bud in front. His tongue reached back further, sliding across her lips, back to where Hiromatsu's fingers impaled her, licking, moistening, the added wetness making the movements smoother, more eased. His hands were around her ankles, she could feel him doing something with the shackles that encircled them. She was lifted up, Hiromatsu's fingers driving further into her as Setsuna's head moved further between her legs, bobbing back and forth. She heard Hiromatsu moan softly behind her, and guessed that Setsuna was sucking his cock. He moved back, his tongue sliding forward again, flicking and stimulating the tiny bud in front. She hissed as pleasure washed through her.

 

No, they would not do this to her. She could escape from this. She drew her mind away from her body, picturing that perfect, safe place that existed only in her mind, but was a very close rendering of the waterfall near the house. She pictured herself at the top, the roaring falls and deep pool below her, and she forgot her body, forgot the iron shackles that chafed her wrists as her mind escaped, as her soul soared free in this peaceful place. A pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist and she relaxed against a broad chest, looking up into Sage's indigo eyes, his blonde hair, the face she loved so much.

 

And then a voice cut through her reverie, shattering the image.

 

“She's relaxing…” Hiromatsu's deep voice rumbled over her shoulder.

 

Her knees were caught over Setsuna's elbows, hiked up almost to her shoulders as he stood. Hiromatsu used his grip on her breast to press her against his chest, and his fingers withdrew. She was lifted higher, then slowly lowered until she could feel the heads of two thick shafts pressing against her, Setsuna's easing between her lips, Hiromatsu's pressing into a tighter, virgin opening. Hiromastu's hand guided them both into her body, as Setsuna lowered her onto them, and she screamed when they pushed into her unprepared body. She screamed until she was fully seated on them both, and their lips met over her shoulder. She tried again to free her mind, to withdraw from the pain, but it was impossible now.

 

Then Setsuna started to move her, lifting her up and down.

 

“Oh, yes, more, Setsuna…” Hiromatsu whispered. He gripped and teased Jade's breasts, pinching the nipples all the more, burying his face in her neck to lick and bite as Setsuna complied, sealing his lips over hers to taste her screams.

 

Jade didn't know how long the torture went on, how long they fucked her, though it seemed like an eternity. She could feel nothing but pain, the brief flashes of pleasure from the stimulation of her breasts and neck doing nothing to interrupt its constant, overwhelming hurt. And then, finally, thankfully, they both ejaculated into her with moans of pleasure before pulling out and stepping away.

 

She hung limply in her chains, in shock, the tears streaming down her face as the semen dripped slowly down her abused thighs.

 

“Don't worry, it will be better next time,” Hiromatsu whispered in her ear.

 

She shivered in fear and pain, and she could feel her body going into shock, the pain was numbed, rational thought becoming distant and increasingly harder to perform. Her hands were cold, except for the burning where the shackles had rubbed her wrists raw. She trembled, shivered with cold. Setsuna and Hiromatsu kissed again over her shoulder, passionately, and she could feel her body shutting down, going numb and clammy. They parted, and moved forward to kneel before Yoshitomo.

 

“You enjoyed yourselves?” he asked unnecessarily.

 

“Yes,” Hiromatsu answered. “And I, for one am sated.

 

Setsuna nodded his agreement.

 

Yoshitomo raised an eyebrow. “Both of you are sated and full?” They nodded and he looked over at Jade. She was trembling in her chains, breathing hard, the distant, glazed stare indicating that she was obviously going into shock, but she was otherwise whole and unharmed. And she had fully sated two incubi. Very interesting…

Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing.
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be.
Say it for me,
Say it to me,
And I'll leave this life behind me.
Say it if it's worth saving me.

Yoshitomo dismissed them before rising from the cushions. He walked over to the girl, watching as she struggled to stand in her chains. She was exhausted, breathing hard, her strength sapped. But she was conscious, aware, standing, though he noticed she needed the support of the chains she was gripping to remain that way, and glaring at him defiantly. Very interesting she still had such strength, such spirit left. Most humans would have been dead, at the very least rendered unconscious. Perhaps she could even survive the attentions of his Mistress…

 

He reached out to caress her, his hand skimming down her arm and across her ribcage before she jerked away from him.

 

“Don't touch me.”

 

He laughed and backhanded her viciously. “I will touch you in any way I desire, and you will not pull away from me.” He pressed himself against her and reached behind her with one hand and grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up at him. “You must be good, you must be polite if you wish to get anything, even food and water.” He caressed the welt already rising on her cheek. “Remember that I know your weakness, that we can all smell it on you, and you remain intact there only by my whim. Do you understand?”

 

Jade nodded her head as best she could with his iron grip on her hair.

 

“Say it,” He said.

 

“Yes, I understand,” she rasped, her voice harsh and raw from screaming.

 

“Very good.” He smiled and smacked her on the ass before moving away. “Would you like some water?” He pulled a dipper out of a bucket nearby and took a sip.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Now, now, remember what I said. You must be polite. How do you ask?”

 

Jade gritted her teeth and glared at the incubus before her. This was humiliating, degrading. But she could make that small surrender, to be polite to gain something.

 

“May I have some water, please?”

 

“Yes, of course.” He smiled again as he raised the dipper to her lips.

 

She reached out to take it from him, but he pulled it away. “No, you will eat and drink from my hands alone, not your own.”

 

Jade glared at him. She could say please for the things she wanted, needed, but to be fed by him?? No. That she would not do. She would starve, be beaten and raped to death and be damned before she let him feed her. “Fuck you,” she spat.

 

Yoshitomo's eyes narrowed in displeasure and he flung the dipper to the floor in annoyance before he slapped her again, gripping her face in his hand, being sure to dig his fingers into her bruised cheek.

 

“Remember you are here only for my amusement. You have fully sated two incubi and still have the strength to stand and defy me. Most humans would be dead, or barely breathing at best.” He reached down her body with his other hand and plunged two fingers into her, forcing his fingers between the already bruised and swollen flesh, drawing a gasp and a cry of pain from her throat. “My Mistress has granted me the pleasure of torturing you. It would be foolish to purposely anger me. And know this—you are to be kept in good health. If you do not eat willingly from my fingers, I will have it shoved down your throat. Am I understood?”

 

Jade nodded, tears leaking from her eyes.

 

“If you are good, if you obey me and my rules, you will be treated well—an honored pet. If not…” he wiggled his fingers within her and ground his fingers harder against her bruised cheek. She moaned again in pain, sniffling softly. “Say it.”

 

“I understand.”

 

His fingers eased out of her, his grip on her face loosened considerably. “Are you thirsty?”

 

She nodded.

 

“Say it.”

 

“May I please have some water?”

 

“Yes.” Yoshitomo fetched the fallen water-dipper and refilled it.

 

`Guys, please forgive me this defeat, this weakness. Come for me soon. Please… Come save me…' And when Yoshitomo pressed the dipper to her lips this time, she drank.

Heaven's gates won't open up for me,
With these broken wings I'm fallin'
And all I see is you.
These city walls ain't got no love for me,
I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story
And oh I scream for you.
Come please I'm callin'.
And all I need from you
Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin'.

She just wouldn't die. She tried to will it on herself, to let the pain overcome her, to not pull extra, life-giving energy from her armor, but she couldn't. Yoshitomo was too careful to keep her alive, and, true to his word, fed her forcefully when she tried to starve herself. She wasn't sure how long she had been there, but she was guessing it had been about five days, based on the cycles of light and darkness outside the shuttered windows. She was losing her will to resist them, had almost given up on a rescue mission. When she closed her eyes she saw her friends before her, Sage in front of them all, before Rowen came up and put his arm around his shoulder, turning him away from her. Why she tortured herself this way she did not know, but thoughts of them, that they were out there, were all that kept her from going insane.

 

The windows around the room were open this morning, letting in the cool morning air, and she could see the city beyond. From the height of the view she guessed that she must be on the top floor of the donjon tower. A hand slid from her shoulder down her back, and she shuddered with fear and disgust. She knew better than to pull away from their touches now. Her body bore cuts, slashes and bruises from her beatings, as well as from the rapes, which seemed almost constant at times. The hand gripped more firmly, and tears slipped from her cheeks as a female form pressed up behind her, plunging fingers into her body. Low feminine laugher echoed in her ears as the vibration rolled through the succubus's chest and into her own. Sharp nails slashed tender flesh, and the screams were torn from her damaged throat as an incubus approached her from the front, and they started to torture her again.

 

`Please, guys… Sage… Come save me…' She called for them, for him, in her mind, but did not dare open the armor link. She did not want them to know what was happening to her, did not want them to witness her shame as she slowly broke under the torture, as she fell from the light, her mind plummeting into a dark abyss of fear and pain.

Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing.
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be.
Say it for me,
Say it to me,
And I'll leave this life behind me.
Say it if it's worth saving me.

She had to find a way out of this hell, but they would not remove her from her chains, and she was never left alone long enough to try to don her armor and break free of the chains that bound her. Her mind ran through countless scenarios, trying to think of a way to escape, but she was slowly giving up on that route as time and again, no opportunity arose. More days had passed, she did not know if it had been one or two, but she was starting to give up hope of either escaping or being rescued.

 

 

 

Yoshitomo kneeled before his mistress, reporting on the strength of spirit of the human he had captured. “I ask to be allowed to keep her as a personal pet, Mistress. Since she can stand the attentions of three of us before passing out, I think she would easily be able to withstand my attentions, or even yours.”

 

Mistress Lilith sat in her chair, legs crossed, chin in hand, processing everything Yoshitomo had just told her. Her yellow eyes were fixed on his bowed head as she considered his request. “Why should I gift such a human to you, Yoshitomo? It was you who failed to kill her and the others in the first place. It has turned out to be fortunate, but that is beside the point. But I have already punished you for that, have I not?”

 

“Yes, Mistress, you have.”

 

“Perhaps I should punish you again for suggesting such a thing to me, that you are worthy of such a gift. Maybe I'll tie you down and allow this human to administer the punishment—allow her to take out all her rage and anger on you. That would be wonderful, and suitably humiliating, don't you think? To be whipped by a mere human?”

 

Yoshitomo shuddered at the thought. She would disgrace him so if he pushed, and if it amused her. “It would be, Mistress.”

 

She laughed when she saw the faint tremble run through him. He feared this punishment—it would disgrace and degrade him in the eyes of all, and he feared what she would do to him. Good. “Come show me this human of yours. If you can convince her to willingly become your pet, perhaps I will let you keep her. Then she will be bound only to you, and can have her when I want her.”

 

“Yes, Mistress.” Yoshitomo kissed her feet, then rose to help his mistress from her chair.

 

 

Jade looked up when the shoji door opened. It was Yoshitomo, followed by a succubus she had not seen before. She was tall and slender while still being more than amply curved. Her hair fell in soft blonde waves to her waist, her wings and tail being the color of polished gold. Her eyes were the bright yellow of cats' eyes, with the same slitted pupils that all the demons had. She had just as many piercings as the others, but wore no form of clothing to cover it. She moved to recline on the pillows on the dais as Yoshitomo approached her.

 

“Who is that?”

 

“She is Mistress Lilith. But you will address her only as `Mistress'. Have you been fed today?”

 

“You're the only one that gives me food, you know I haven't eaten.”

 

Yoshitomo raised an eyebrow. “Be nice, or I may not give you anything.”

 

Jade glared at him and said nothing.

 

“Are you hungry? Would you like some water?”

 

“Yes, please.”

 

Yoshitomo brought her some water, and noticing her cracked, chapped lips, he refilled the dipper until she had drunk as much as she wanted. He picked up a tray of fruit and cheese that had been placed by the dais, slowly selecting pieces of fruit before feeding them to his captive.

 

“I would say you've been treated well here, wouldn't you?” he said after a moment. He fed her another piece of fruit before reaching up to stroke her vibrant purple hair. It was soft and clean, and smelled of the mint that had been in the water they had used to rinse it when she had been washed and had her wounds treated this morning. Scratches, cuts and bruises had had a healing salve applied to them, and her wrists and ankles had been cleaned and wrapped, the bandages providing some cushioning from the hard steel of the shackles.

 

Jade snorted at him as she chewed, swallowing before she answered. “Oh, yea, Yoshitomo, except for the constant rapes, beatings, abuse and being chained to these columns 24 hours a day, you've treated me great.”

 

“And if the rapes and beatings were stopped? If I could trust you enough to take you out of your chains?”

 

Jade raised an eyebrow and took a piece of pineapple from his fingers, chewing thoughtfully. “I'm listening.”

 

“My Mistress has offered you to me. Say you'll be ours, and you can have power you've never dreamed of… You'll be a treasured pet, saved only for me, and my Mistress when she wants you. Leave everything else behind, just say it and you will be spared any more torture, anymore abuse just for the sake of it. I haven't allowed anyone to cause you to miscarry, have I? You will be treated well, you will be cherished if you behave.”

 

“You want me to willingly become your sex slave, your pet?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“And the rape and torture will be stopped, and I will be freed of my chains?” Maybe, if he agreed, and took her out of her chains, she could escape… Lead him to believe he could trust her, then run away. This was the opportunity she had been looking for.

 

“There will be no more torture, and the only one you will be touched by is me, and occasionally my Mistress. Any who defy this and touch you without my permission will be tortured to death. Your chains will be removed as you prove that I can trust you not to run away. You are spirited, and very strong. You can withstand things that other humans would not, and I will not have to worry about killing you accidentally. But you will also be punished accordingly if you do not behave, or if you defy me in any way.”

 

Jade continued to take fruit and cheese from his fingers as he spoke, not knowing when she would be fed again. She chewed thoughtfully on a piece of soft, white cheese, considering his words. She had no interest in power, the power of her armor was enough, and to be used only in the protection of others, never to harm or dominate. “And if I say yes?”

 

“I would be most pleased, and you will be rewarded.”

 

Jade took a grape from his fingers, sucking slightly on his fingertips as he pulled away. “I can be good. Will you take me out of my chains?”

 

Yoshitomo smirked at her. “No. I am not stupid. But perhaps eventually.”

 

Jade smiled falsely. “Okay.” Her mind was racing. The guys weren't coming to rescue her, or they would have done it by now. She'd have to use the means available to her to escape on her own.

 

“Say it for me. Say you'll do it.”

 

“Yes.”

Hurry, I'm fallin'.

I'm fallin',

 

Yoshitomo smiled and kissed her, gripping her hair in one hand, pulling her head back, and she submitted. She hated it, but it would get her free. She could play the good pet for as long as it took her to escape. When Yoshitomo pulled away, he fed her the rest of the fruit and cheese on the tray.

 

He turned away from her and walked to kneel before the dais. “She has agreed, Mistress.”

 

“So I heard.”

 

“But she is with child, and I do not wish her to be. She does not know this.”

 

“That can be easily fixed. I will take her first, as your new pet, as my blessing to you. Would you like to have her marked first?”

 

“Yes, please, Mistress.”

 

A messenger was sent out, and within a few moments, three demons entered the room, their wings in tatters. They moved over toward Jade who eyed them with suspicion. One of them reached up and touched her breast, and she jerked away.

 

“Yoshitomo! You said I wouldn't be touched!”

 

“Go hold her for them,” Lilith softly urged him.

 

Yoshitomo walked up to stand behind Jade. “I said you would not be touched without my permission. They have it, and they will not be doing anything sexual to you.” He wrapped one hand in her hair and pulled her head back so she could not look down at her body to see what they were doing.

 

Jade breathed heavily, unsure what was going to happen, dreading it, feeling hands on each of her nipples, and another between her legs. Suddenly pain engulfed her and she screamed. Yoshitomo's lips caressed her throat before his sharp canines pierced her flesh, lapping the blood from the small wounds. The now sore, shatteringly painful places were tweaked and tugged on before the hands left her, and the pain slowly reduced to a dull, aching throb. Her hair was released, and she looked down to see what they had done to her. Both her nipples were now pierced with golden rings, a gold chain running down from each to connect with a single chain that continued over her belly and was attached to a ring that pierced her clitoral hood.

 

“What did you do to me?” She demanded of Yoshitomo.

 

“You have been marked as a pet. Now all who look at you will know that you are someone else's property, and not to be touched. You are now bound to me.” He played with one of the chains, tugging on it slightly, causing her to gasp and moan in pain. “Soon it will bring only pleasure when I do that. We only have to wait for them to heal.” Blood trickled from her nipples, and Yoshitomo pressed his erection against her, nibbling on her neck.

 

“Yoshitomo.”

 

He stopped, and looked up to the dais.

 

“I will take her first. You may have her when I am done.”

 

“Yes, Mistress.”

 

Jade looked at the creature that now glided toward her. In startling contrast to the feminine lines of her face and body, an erection stood tall and proud against her stomach.

 

“You… You're a hermaphrodite?”

 

Lilith smirked as she approached, reaching out to caress creamy skin. “How better to both give and receive pleasure? But now, you are mine.”

 

I'm fallin'.

 

Lilith reached out and gripped a breast in each hand, kneading, making Jade gasp and moan in pain. She watched in pleasure, a smirk on her face before leaning down to lap the blood away from a single, over-sensitized nipple. Jade's eyes flew open as the pleasure and pain signals were mixed, and Lilith moved to the other nipple. Delicate fingers moved down between her legs to play with her clit and the new piercing there and Jade again whimpered in pain.

 

“Her pain is delectable, Yoshitomo… Perhaps I should keep her for myself.” She cast a sideways glance at the incubus.

 

“Whatever you wish, Mistress.”

 

“You're such a good boy. I cannot take her from the front. With the new piercing I might damage her, and we don't want that…” Lilith walked around behind Jade, pulling her hips back and out, and pushing her shoulders down and forward. “Bend over as much as you can, girl. Be thankful that I'm being nice and taking you from behind.” She turned to Yoshitomo. “Make her ready for me.”

 

Yoshitomo kneeled behind his new pet and busily set to work with his tongue, licking and stroking, plunging it inside when he began to taste her juices. Jade began moaning in pleasure—he was very careful to hit her clit, but not the hood, bringing only pleasure and no pain. After a few moments, he pulled away, licking his lips. “She's nice and wet now, Mistress.”

 

“Good. Now suck on me a little.” She pressed her cock against his lips and he reverently licked the tip before taking it into his mouth, slowly working his way down, setting up a rhythm and taking more of her into his mouth each time until he was swallowing her greedily, burying his nose in the nest of golden curls at the base of her shaft. He moaned around her and with one hand in his hair she pulled him away, to the side before pressing herself against Jade's wet lips. She teased for a moment, just pressing the very tip of the head slowly in and out before grabbing her hips and brutally slamming into the girl beneath her. A scream echoed in the room, and Lilith moaned in pleasure.

 

“Yes, scream for me, little human,” Lilith whispered as she continued the brutal treatment. “Yoshitomo, come behind me, fuck me.” She slowed and stilled only for a moment, moaning as Yoshitomo slid his cock between her lips and filled her before she again picked up the pace, thrusting herself between them, forward, into Jade, and back impaling herself on Yoshitomo. It was rough, violent, and she repeatedly slammed hard and deep into Jade's body, purposely hitting her cervix, aiming for it.

All I need is you.
Come please I'm callin'
And oh, I scream for you.
Hurry, I'm fallin', I'm fallin'.

Jade screamed in pain as her body was again ravaged, the pain rocking her. She could feel hope, determination—the others' thoughts were directed toward her. Were they finally coming for her? Was Sage coming to her rescue? `Please come for me,' she whispered over and over in her mind.

 

And then, she felt something break.

 

Lilith moaned her completion as the blood gushed hotly over her erection. Jade gasped at this new sensation, and looked down at herself as Lilith withdrew. Blood, quite a lot of it, was flowing from her, coating the insides of her thighs, pooling on the floor. She watched in horror as what had moments ago been life, ran down her legs and died on the cold stone floor.

 

She was empty. She had miscarried.

 

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Her scream echoed through the room, reberverated through her soul and down the armor link. She gripped her kanji ball where she still held it tightly in her hand and screamed again, the sound purely animal, radiating loss and pain. Over and over she screamed, through the pain, through the tears that had started to run down her cheeks, screamed until her throat was raw and bloody, until her voice gave out on her, and she slumped in her chains, hanging listlessly from them.

 

Yoshitomo knelt in front of her, and lifted her chin in his hand. “It was for the best. Now there is no part of you that does not belong to me. You will be treasured.” He pressed his lips to hers, his other hand caressing one of her breasts. She winced in pain, but her eyes were dead, and she made no other move. She did not resist, nor did she respond.

 

“Look at me. Look into my eyes.”

 

Jade looked up at him, and fell into pools of deep, Mediterranean blue. They completely enveloped her, as they had once before, but this time she made no attempt to fight it, to fight him. There was no longer any reason.

 

“Say that you're my pet.”

 

“I'm your pet.”

 

“Use my name.”

 

“I'm Yoshitomo's pet.”

 

“You're my slave, and you will do what ever I ask, obey my every wish, and you will be treasured. You will be loved. Say it.”

 

“I'm Yoshitomo's sex slave. I will do whatever you ask, obey your every wish, and I will be treasured. I will be loved.” She knew it was wrong, that it was all lies, but she no longer cared. The fight had left her. She had given up on a rescue. She had lost the last thing she held dear, and she didn't care anymore. She didn't care about anything.

 

“Good girl.” His contented purr echoed in her mind, stroked her like the softest of caresses. Yoshitomo patted her on the head, then followed his mistress out of the room. For once, there were no guards in the room with her. She was left alone.

 

Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing.
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be.
Say it for me,
Say it to me,
And I'll leave this life behind me.
Say it if it's worth saving me.

A messenger dashed up the stairs, then prostrated himself upon them when he saw his mistress descending them. “Mistress, we are under attack.”

 

“Then take care of it. Kill whoever it is.”

 

“We are trying, mistress, we cannot.”

 

“I think I may need to see this for myself. Lead the way. Come along, Yoshitomo.”

 

 

Rowen followed Sage warily, pausing at corners and doorways. They had slipped over the wall unnoticed, and were heading for the donjon tower. They paused outside the door, then froze as they heard voices coming down the stairway. He hastily hid himself behind a statue, waiting tensely, forcing himself to breathe normally as he heard the voices move past. He waited an extra moment just to be sure they were gone before peeking out from behind the statue, only to see Sage already standing at the doorway, waiting for him. He followed him quickly, silently up the stairs, his bow strapped to his back and his dagger in hand. They only came upon two guards, and both were killed silently and efficiently, without raising the alarm.

 

“We should have made the ninja come do all this cloak and dagger shit,” Rowen commented.

 

Sage huffed at him and threw him an amused glance. He and Ryo often teased each other, Ryo being descended from a ninja family and Sage from a samurai family. The stairs abruptly ended, and they suddenly found themselves on the top floor.

 

They threw open the shoji door, ready for anything, but the only thing that met them was silence.

 

Rowen's jaw dropped at his first sight of Jade, appalled at the amount of damage to her body. She had been brutally tortured. She was naked, her wrists and ankles chained to columns on either side of her, the bandages soaked through with blood. Her body was a mass of cuts, scratches and bruises, a welt on her cheek, her lower lip split. Blood, probably from a throat raw with screaming, dripped from the corner of her mouth and down her chin. More blood, both old and new, ran down the insides of her legs, pooling on the floor, and dripped from obviously fresh piercings on her nipples and lower.

 

They should never have left her in the hands of these demons.

 

“Jade!” Sage burst out, then started to move toward her.

 

Jade heard the noise, but didn't even bother to raise her head until she heard someone call her name. Slowly, she looked up. Did it really matter which one of them knew her name?

 

“Sage?” she croaked, her voice broken, but incredulous. Her eyes had to be decieving her. Was he finally here, or was she dreaming? He moved closer, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste, and rested his palm against her cheek. He was real. She smiled and pulled herself up to lean into his touch as the tears again started to stream from her eyes. `You came for me… I am worth saving.'

 

Hurry, I'm fallin'.

 

Weakness hit her body, and she collapsed, hanging from her chains. She started to black out and struggled to speak to them.

 

“Yo-you came for me…”

 

“Of course I came for you. I couldn't just leave you here. Ro, hold her, I have to cut through these chains.”

 

Worry was etched clearly in the lines of Rowen's face as he moved forward to hold her gently, as though she were made from spun sugar.

 

Jade trembled, and moaned in pain as the chains connected to first one arm, then the other were cut down, pain flooding back into her limbs with the blood.

 

“Ro, I lost it… They… they made me… I lost it…” The sobs over took her and she leaned into him.

 

Rowen looked down at the blood and semen pooled on the floor, the amount of blood that coated the insides of her thighs, and he understood. `Oh gods…'

 

Sage shot him a puzzled look, but he shook his head. “Jade?” Rowen pulled away from her. She was fading, fast. Unfocused eyes met his unsteadily. “Jade, we're going to get you out of here. You need to call your armor. Did they take your kanji ball?”

 

Jade blinked at him slowly, then opened her fist. The purple ball pulsed weakly in her palm, its depths murky.

 

“You need to call your armor, Jade. Even if it's only your sub-armor.”

 

She frowned, and a moment later, her sub-armor appeared. Then she collapsed. Sage was instantly by her side, scooping her up in his arms, already pushing Korin's healing power into her, mending her. “Let's go,” he said, and Rowen nodded. Drawing his bow, he led the way swiftly out of the room and down the tower stairs, feeling Sage's healing as they ran.

 

/Ryo, we've got her. Let's go home./