Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Ecstacy ❯ Prologue

Standard Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun, that privilege belongs to someone else. I'm not making any money from this little episode so suing me won't do you any good.

NC-17 This story revolves around Legato and his encounter with a prostitute. The Legato we all know and love is a disturbed, violent person; therefore, this story contains disturbed, violent sex. Please do not read if you can't handle this.

Ecstasy

Lady Blackhat

The saloon was noisy and crowded. Grime encrusted windows, faded wall coverings, and scared furnishings were the order of the day, signaling neglect by the owner. But, as long as the liquor flowed freely, the food was decent, and a willing woman could be had, no one who came here seemed to mind what the surroundings were like.

In one corner, a drunken man pounded on an old out of tune piano. Smoke swirled and eddied in the dimly lit room as men and women navigated the trail of tables to the staircase at the end of the room. Dull mirrors reflected the patrons and their various activities. A poker game at one table, two men holding a drinking contest at another, the earnest bargaining between a customer and a whore at a third. The scene was much the same throughout the bar. Every one was there to indulge in some sort of vice, to forget how hard life was, to remember events and people long faded into the past…

One lone figure sat at the bar, calmly enjoying a meal, seemingly oblivious to the noise and people which surrounded him. Clad in a long flowing white coat with spikes protruding from one shoulder, the man gave the distinct impression of being totally immune to his surroundings. Those few individuals who were aware of the stranger viewed him with caution. This man radiated a powerful aura of death. Who was he and why was he here?

The bar keep caught the eye of one of the whores and silently jerked his head in the motion of where the man was seated. She silently glared at the keep and shook her head "no". The man gave the woman a look that promised retribution if she failed to carry out his orders. She sighed and made her way to where the stranger sat.

She sidled up beside him, tugged the bodice of her cheap dress low enough to expose her nipples, and pasted on her best fake smile. "Hello," she heavily purred at the man as she slid her arm around his shoulders. "I don't believe I've seen you in here before. Care to buy a lady a drink?"

Legato Bluesummers slowly looked up from his finished plate. The whore gasped as she saw his face for the first time. He was gorgeous. This might not be so bad after all she quickly thought. Her smile became genuine as he looked her up and down. He was surveying her intently as if to decide whether or not she were worth his time. Long blue-black hair, violet eyes, and large breasts, a little larger than he normally chose, but she would probably last longer than a smaller woman would. Yes, she'd do nicely he decided after a few moments of close scrutiny. "You got a name, Mister?" she asked.

"My name is unimportant," he smoothly replied with a chilling smile. His voice rippled over her, instantly creating a warm feeling of desire. As she smiled more brightly at him, she failed to notice his smile did not reach his cold, lifeless eyes. "However," the man continued, "I would very much like to know yours." He stood and with a courtly bow, pulled a stool back from the bar for her.

The whore, used to the crude manners of the usual customers, blushed faintly at his unexpected show of manners as she sat on the stool next to his. She remembered using correct speech many years ago. "My name is Pearl," she answered in response to his question. "A lovely name for a lovely woman," he replied. This was going to be too easy. A stab of desire ran through him as he thought about the things he would do to this woman. He wondered if she would put up much of a struggle. He hoped she would, it always gave him greater pleasure when they tried to fight back.

He signaled to the barkeep. "Sir," he began smoothly, "Bring us a bottle of your finest. We would like to become better acquainted." The man hurried to comply with the order. Legato turned and smiled broadly to the woman at his side. Had she been aware of his intentions, she would have run from him in abject terror. She filled the silence between them with idle, mundane chatter until the keep returned with the requested bottle.

"If you please, Miss Pearl, pour us both a glass." Pearl complied eagerly with Legato's request. She smiled up at him, wanting his approval for her quick actions. He took the glass from her proffered hand and delicately sipped at the liquid. "Tell me, Miss Pearl, are you so eager to comply with requests of a more intimate nature? I would like to play a little game with you."

Pearl could hardly believe her good fortune. Before her was a man she would eagerly take upstairs to her small room for free. He was easily the most beautiful man she had ever encountered. He smiled at her and showed her respect as if she were a great lady. How many men like this one did the average whore run across. She glanced quickly at him again, catching a glimpse of rippling muscles beneath a skin-tight shirt. How foolish it was of her to be fearful of this man before her. Pearl thought for a moment before answering him.

"Sir," she began cautiously. "My fee is not cheap. I am willing to fulfill your wildest desires, to do anything you ask of me, but it will cost you $$100." She hoped he would not think her price too high. She desperately wanted this man before her, but knew that if she had nothing to show for her efforts tonight she would be severely punished.

Legato threw back his head in laughter. "Miss Pearl, I think you underestimate your worth. If you prove to be a very amusing partner, I will double your fee, but you must agree to do whatever I ask you to." Pearl's astonishment was clearly written across her face. "I will have much fun with this one before the night is through. I wonder if she will beg for mercy?" His mind ran with thoughts of hearing this woman begging shamelessly. He felt himself harden at the prospect of hearing her pleas as he bent her to his will.

Pearl, suddenly overcome with boldness reached out to run one hand down his chest. "Sir, for double my usual fee, I will guarantee you a night to remember." She smiled into his eyes as he caught the offending hand. "I have not given you permission to touch me yet," he said giving her hand a firm squeeze. Legato rose from the bar, and pulled her down to stand in front of him. Looking down into her widened eyes, he pulled her to his chest and whispered softly, "Remember, you must do exactly as I say to earn your wages." Pearl silently nodded; "Please forgive me, Sir. I am just anxious to be alone with you."

Legato loosened his hold on her and stepped back, indicating with a sweep of his arm for her to lead the way to her room. As he watched her retreating figure, he licked his lips in anticipation. The role of a predator in this room suited him nicely. As he followed Pearl towards the staircase, he noticed how loud the room was. Yes, the din in this room would definitely muffle any screams. He gave no more thought to the noise and silently proceeded to follow Pearl upstairs to her room.

Legato allowed himself to be led down the dimly lit hallway. On the way, he noticed couples in various stages of intimacy. He paid little attention to what was happening in the dark hallway. He was more intently focused on what pleasures he could derive from this woman in front of him. He could feel himself growing impatient to be alone with this woman, to bend her to his will, and finally to hear her pleading pitifully for her miserable life as he slowly killed her. It didn't matter to him that he had the power to kill many with a single glance. Occasionally, he liked to feel to blood pouring through his hands, coating his skin, and lingering on his tongue as he reached his orgasm. He stifled a low groan and forced himself to relax. This type of activity was to be savored.

Pearl stopped before a door at the very end of the hallway. She took a moment to apologize for the smallness of the room and the disarray it was in. "Miss Pearl, I do not care what size your room is nor about your housekeeping habits, I only care about the amount of pleasure you will give me." Legato was holding himself in check. He was filled with the urge to throw her into the room and begin the process of delicious torture immediately. As he crossed the threshold, he was greeted with the faint smell of cheap perfume and the odor left from Pearl's last encounter with a customer. He smiled wolfishly as he imagined the scent that would greet the next person to enter this room. As the door swung shut behind them, drowning out the noise from downstairs and the moans coming from other rooms, Legato reached out and grabbed her by the arm.

Pearl, startled by his rough grasp, looked questioningly into his eyes. Legato was smiling evilly at her and there was an unholy light gleaming in his face. She tried to take a step back, to wrench her arm from his grasp, but he was holding her too tightly. She was suddenly afraid of this man. The promise of extra money was suddenly not important to her. "Please, sir, I've changed my mind. I …let me find another girl for you."

"Pearl, I thought you wanted me?" Legato contrived to sound wounded to his soul. "That is what you were thinking earlier. You were thinking I was gorgeous, I believe, and that you would have entertained me free of charge if that option were available to you." Legato looked at her indulgently before continuing. "I can't believe you changed you mind so quickly." "I am wounded you now think so little of me," he added.

"How…how do you know what I am thinking?" She stammered. "I know a great many things, Pearl. Remember, exactly as I say and you will earn twice your usual fee, plus, I am accounted an excellent lover. I always leave my partner fully satisfied." Pearl slowly nodded; trying to get a grip on the fear that was threatening to engulf her. What was the worst he could do to her? He could rough her up a bit, but it wouldn't be the first time a customer did that. He could use her collection of whips and toys, but he couldn't kill her. There were just too many people inside the saloon. "It'll be alright," she told herself silently. "Keep thinking of the money."

Legato tore the cheap dress from her in one smooth motion. She stood before him clad in a simple black corset, lacy garters, black fishnets, and stiletto heels. He circled her slowly, reaching out to run his hands down the length of her spine, through her long hair, and over her full breasts. She shivered with sudden arousal. Pearl felt some of her courage returning to her. "Does the merchandise meet with your approval?" She asked saucily.

Pain exploded on her bare buttocks. A sharp cry erupted from her throat as she almost fell to her knees. Legato's hand caressed the area he had just struck. "I did not give you permission to speak. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Pearl, I really thought you more intelligent than that. I can see I will have to further chastise you if you continue this type of behavior." She opened her mouth to retort, but thought the better of it. Instead she simply nodded and fought back tears of pain.

Legato threw his coat over a chair in the nearby corner. She involuntarily gasped again as she realized how well built he was. Muscles rippled on his arms, thighs, and abdomen. He looked at her with a raised brow and she quickly dropped her gaze to the floor. She suppressed a sliver of fear of this man before her. "You may look at me if you wish. It pleases me to know you find me attractive, " Legato told her. Pearl slowly raised her eyes to let them wander the full length of his frame. She paused a moment at his groin. There was the unmistakable outline of a large bulge in the front of his pants. The prospect of writhing under him as he pounded himself into her sent another bolt of desire through her body.

"Take off your corset, but leave everything else on." Pearl started to quickly remove the garment, but was brought up short by his next command. "NO, remove it slowly. Anticipation is as almost enjoyable as the act itself." She slowed her pace; unhooking the front of her garment, and letting it slowly slide down her body until she was bare before his gaze. Legato walked behind her and began to stroke her buttocks with his smooth hands. He allowed one hand to snake its way to the front of her body to explore her nether lips. His fingers expertly tugged and stroked at her, flicking at the sensitive nubbin of flesh there while his other hand was gently pinching her nipples. Inhaling sharply at the pleasure he was giving her, she leaned into him for support. However, as soon as she had relaxed against him, he sharply yanked her pubic hair and twisted viciously at the nipple between his fingers.

Tears of pain came to her eyes and an ache of a different sort invaded her body. Legato hissed softly in her ear, "I did not give you permission to touch me. You may only do what I give you permission to do. Do not make me remind you again. Is that understood?" Pearl opened her mouth to speak, but instead nodded. "Very good, Pearl. You are learning quickly. This pleases me." He moved in front of her and commanded her to undress him, to begin with his boots. She knelt in front of him and slowly tugged off his boots and socks. She looked up at him for approval. He nodded his satisfaction. The tight pants came next. As she worked the material over his hips, his erection sprang free. He was definitely a well-endowed man and she grew hot and wet at the sight of him. She wanted to feel his cock deep inside her. It would be worth a few slaps to feel this man in her.

"Lick me," came the demand. She eagerly began to run her tongue up his length. Savoring the taste of him, she licked him slowly. Moving to his scrotum, she gently licked and sucked at the sack containing his balls. She loved the feel of them as she rolled them with each gentle swipe of her tongue. After a few minutes of this play, he ordered her to take him into her mouth. Pearl smiled to herself. She was highly skilled at giving oral pleasure. Maybe she could make him forget this game he was forcing her to play. She began to suck at his length in earnest taking him completely in her mouth, forcing the muscles in her throat to relax, to accept his length. She ran her tongue over his length as she bobbed her head up and down on his shaft. Legato allowed her to continue for several minutes, to think she was in control of the game, before telling her to stop. Pearl ignored him and was once again chastised by him.

He grabbed her hair and hauled her to her feet. He twisted his hand in the mass of hair forcefully enough to pull her head to one side at a painful angle. "Pearl, you are a naughty girl. I ordered you to stop and you didn't. I believe I am going to have to punish you." She gasped and replied before thinking. "But, you were enjoying it." Legato shook his head slowly. "Now speaking without my permission… I guess it does not matter. I enjoy being able to chastise a lover for not following the rules of the game."

As he stepped from her side suddenly, Pearl felt caught in a vise-like grip. She struggled to move, but her body refused to obey her commands. She stood in the middle of the room unable to move her arms and legs. "What the hell did you do to me? Damn it, why can't I move? What the fuck are you?" She was terrified; this was no ordinary customer. "Why Pearl, still speaking without my permission and such foul language? I believe you need a spanking," he said while removing his shirt. Pearl began to struggle against the invisible force that held her as he looked at her collection of whips. He chose one about 2 feet in length. The handle was covered in braided leather and the tip was a mixture of leather strips, each with a tiny knot.

Legato, now nude stood in front of her and trailed the tips across her breasts and ran the handle between her legs. In spite of her fear, Pearl moaned as he stroked her clit with the whip handle. He reached out and viciously pinched one of her nipples. She screamed as pain snaked through her breast, momentarily erasing the desire she was feeling. Tears sprang to her eyes and fell to her cheeks. Legato brushed them away. "Crying won't help you. But, I do promise you the best climax of your life."

He moved to stand behind her. Pearl tensed as she watched him from the corner of her eyes. He trailed the tips down her back before drawing back a short distance and bringing it down on her buttocks and upper legs. It felt as though tiny flames were working their way through her body. He looked at her for a moment before continuing to rain lash after lash down on her. She was determined at first not to cry out, not to give in to this perverted bastard she had brought to her room. However, after several moments, she could feel her resolve slipping. A warm wetness began to trickle down the back of her legs. It had to be blood.

"Perverted bastard? You really should keep thoughts like those to yourself, Pearl. I might be offended by such name-calling. You could try begging me to stop. I might be affected by your pleas." His arm rose and fell with greater force until a small whimper escaped her lips. Soon she was screaming for mercy and begging him to stop whipping her. She would agree to do as he asked if he would just please stop.

After a few more stroked of the whip, Legato stopped to listen to her sobs. She had taken far more of the whip than the last whore he had had an encounter with. He smiled inwardly. He had chosen wisely this time. He knelt behind her and ran his hands over her lacerated cheeks and thighs. She tried to struggle, but his hands were soothing away the sting of the lash. He moaned as he leaned closer to lap up some of her spilled blood. Bending low enough to run his tongue down her legs to lap up the blood there. He rubbed her blood over his hard length, his breath catching in his throat as he stroked himself with bloody hands. He stood and pressed his cock between her thighs. "Do you feel how hard I am? Your screams and blood have excited me. I want to feel you struggle against me before giving in to the pleasure I can bring you through pain." Legato whispered all of this in Pearl's ear just before biting her sharply at the junction of her neck.

He slowly moved to kneel in front of her to lap at her clit. His face and hands were covered in her blood, but at the first touch of his tongue on her clit, all reasonable thought deserted her. Despite the pain, lust was quickly returning to her body. Pearl tried to struggle in his invisible grip but soon gave up her struggles as useless. She hoped she would survive this encounter and her body would not be too badly scarred. Legato heard her thoughts clearly and responded, "I do not think you will have to worry about scars. I assure you none of my previous lovers have had to worry about such trivial matters." He continued to kneel in front of her, sucking at her core, almost willing her to forget the pain and concentrate on the new sensations he was creating in her.

Pearl was soon lost in a haze of pleasure as Legato's tongue worked at her clit. She was hot and wet for him despite the pain in her ass. She wanted to cum and was struggling to move against his hold to grind herself into his face. Legato inserted one finger into her channel and then another, stroking her passage until she was whimpering in need. Each time he felt the tiny tremors begin in her body, he stopped his ministrations. He would slap her lacerated cheeks or cruelly pinch her nipples, or bite sharply down on her clit. She would scream delightfully each time he did these things, but within moments of soothing the new pain that he was inflicting, Pearl was once again straining to reach her climax. He was impressed that she had not cried aloud in her frustration at being denied an orgasm. He felt her inner walls tremble and knew she was close once again. He abruptly withdrew his fingers and tongue and waited her reaction.

"Bastard! I almost came. Why the hell did you stop this time? You friggin' pervert." Pearl was screaming and crying at him. Split seconds later, she realized she had spoken aloud. Pearl merely closed her eyes and waited for his wrath to fall on her.

Legato suddenly released his mental hold on her body and she fell to the floor in a graceless heap. "Stand up," he ordered her firmly. Pearl had no choice but to obey. If no one had heard her screams and come to investigate by now, they probably couldn't hear her. She glanced at the door and thought about trying to escape, but thought the better of it. That would probably only serve to anger him. Legato smiled inwardly at the thought of what he would do to her next. "I know you have clips, bring them to me." She placed the requested item in his palm and waited expectantly. "Do you like having these applied to your nipples?" She nodded. "Put them on yourself, I want to watch." Pearl attached one tiny clip to each nipple and waited his further instructions. Legato reached out and grabbed the connecting chain giving it a firm tug. He shook his head in dissatisfaction and tightened the tension on each clip until small drops of blood were welling up from her nipples. He tugged again wand was rewarded with a sharp cry from her. He leaned forward to lick up the drops of blood. "Come here and lean over your bed. I find I am suddenly anxious to feel myself inside you."

Pearl quickly complied with his latest order. As she passed her mirror, she was shocked to see the numerous bites and scratches he had placed on her. Some of her wounds still dripped blood. She hadn't realized the full extent of his abuse before actually seeing it. But, he was going to fill her with his cock. Maybe this time she'd get to come. In spite of the abuse he had dealt her, she wanted this man more than any other she'd ever encountered. "Remember, you may not speak unless I give you permission to do so. Is that understood?" She nodded and turned to lean over her bed.

As she stood there beside her bed and braced on her hands, Legato ran his hands over his earlier handiwork. Pearl felt a shiver of lust mixed with terror ripple through her body. She screamed again as his hand descended on her ass, splattering droplets of blood around her. Silently sobbing as his hand continued to descend, she promised herself to leave this place as soon as she got the chance. $$200.00 was not worth being beaten like this.

Pearl gasped as the blows ceased and she was suddenly filled from behind with a huge cock. She moaned in rising ecstasy as he drove himself into her brutally, gripping her hips with his hands to keep her in place as he shoved himself as far into her wet channel as possible. Legato drove himself into her as hard and as fast as he could. He looked down to see her blood seeping between their bodies and groaned as he felt his own pleasure rise. She began to thrust her hips back at him, wanting desperately to cum and then forgetting his rule about keeping silent.

"Please, oh, please. Fuck me harder, I want to cum," she screamed. "She wants it harder. Well, I have yet to disappoint a lover," he thought silently. He withdrew from her quickly and buried himself to the hilt in her ass in one smooth motion. Pearl screamed at this unexpected invasion and thrashed against his body. He grabbed he by the shoulders and pulled her onto his cock as far as possible and held her there. "Shut up," he hissed. "You will get used to it and enjoy it in a few minutes." He pulled her to lean against him and began to stroke her breasts, yanking on the tiny chain between them while keeping himself still inside her tight ass.

He pulled out of her partially and brutally thrust back in. Pearl screamed and bucked against him as he continued to invade her body. Legato's nails were drawing blood from digging into her shoulders. Something inside Pearl finally snapped. "Fucking bastard, get off me, keep your money, you are killing me." He responded by forcing her to kneel on her bed while still pounding into her ass. He yanked sharply on the chain clipped to nipples. Pearl cried out in frustration and rising pleasure. She couldn't believe it. She was going to cum. She could feel the tension building in her lower body even as he drove deeper into her ass with each stroke and brought new pain to her body. "I'm going to cum, don't stop, Please, Fuck me harder," she screamed all the while hating herself for responding to his sadistic treatment.

"I ordered you not to speak. I will have to silence you permanently now." Pearl tried to scream again as he wrapped his hands around her throat and began to squeeze. She bucked against him, trying to throw him off as she realized he meant to kill her. Pearl fell forward on her bed, but he continued to pound himself into her while shutting off her airflow. As she started to lose consciousness, Pearl stiffened and convulsed in the best orgasm of her life. She shuddered in the throes of death and passion together as her life slipped away. Legato felt the whore under him go limp, but continued to grind into her ass until he shuddered and came, groaning his pleasure loudly. He lay on her body for a moment to slow his racing heart and to savor the moment of the kill.

Legato got to his feet and wiped himself clean with a sheet from her bed. Taking his time, he dressed and turned to leave. Stopping at the door, he turned to speak to the corpse on the bed, "You definitely have earned your fee, Miss Pearl." He laid $$200 on the dresser beside the door. Giving one last look at her body, he threw back his head and laughed. Yes, she had been an excellent diversion this evening.

It was well into the next afternoon before anyone noticed Pearl had not put in an appearance in the bar. Some of the other whores joked about her laziness and the man she had taken upstairs the night before. They were envious she had been the one chosen to serve that beautiful man. A couple of the bolder women headed up the stairs to wake her up and ask for the details. As they made their way to her room, they noticed a peculiar sickeningly sweet odor coming from the end of the hallway.

They found Pearl face down over her bed, covered in bruises, lashes, bites, and scratches. Screaming, they called for assistance. The room became crowded with people. The barkeeper rolled Pearl over and drew back with a startled gasp. Pearl's eyes were frozen wide with terror and on her lips was a smile of pure ecstasy.

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Well, my 1st attempt at a horror lemon. Let me know what you think.

Love and Peace,

Lady Blackhat (^_~)