Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Kitten ❯ Broken Kitten ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: heavens_night 
Lemon Chapter for my Fanfic on FF.net, crappy so don't kill me. Yami B./OC
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.27.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 894 | Status: Completed
Lemon Chapter for my Fanfic on FF.net, crappy so don't kill me. Yami B./OC
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.27.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 894 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! So don't sue me.
Authoress Notes: This is my Lemon chapter. It sucks...but I warned you didn't I? I can't write lemon's that's why I didn't the first time Bakura raped her.
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The sound of metal clinking together idoly awoke her from her unconcious state. Something in her body was causing her to go numb, not physically but mentally, the awareness she had felt only a short while ago had receeded leaving on that empty void. That familiar emptiness that told her, she was once again alone...that she was once again in danger. Her eye's opened slowly, the blurriness of her surroundings slowly receeding as the brightness of the room made the back of her head throb and her eye's attempt to close at this unfamiliar pain. Blinding florecent lighting, something she hadn't woken up to in a while...Back when...wait what were all these memories? NOthing more...Nothing less...But something she didn't want to remember.
A blurry back shadow stepped into her line of vision as she relized something...she was chained. Her wrists were held firmly in two metal cuffs, thick and almost cutting the circulation off in her wrists pressing to them like a knife when she tried to move. Sucured to an even stronger chain. She was almost unclothed, except for the black bra and panties she had been wearing underneith. Her green eye's half liddly surveryed the area around her until someone came into view. Someone she hated with a passion, or at least that's the emotion she always felt when he was around. He was tall and thin, now clad in black leather, his white hair and chocolate brown eye's reminded her of that man, Ryou, she felt nothing but affection for that one, but wanted to know if he cared back, she doubted it, she was nothing but a miserable...NO..She must not give in to him, and believe when he says.
Bakura smirked at the girl her eye's half lidded, still dead but glaring at him at the same time with a fierce hatred. He cupped her chin in his hand as he allowed the other one to move freely, "My, it's been such a long time since we've done something like this isn't Kitten?" He smirked as he captured her lips in a kiss, her green eye's widened in a stunned expression as his tounge sought entry, something she was to stubborn to give. His hand moved to the pocket of the leather pants he wore, and pulled something out, He'd found that the best way to get what he wanted was to cause pain, and that's why a pocket knife always came in handy. He smirked, as he ran the knife down from the top of her thigh lightly, a meek gasping was heard as he took advantage of her now open mouth letting his tounge slip inside as he held the smaller girls face. Mentally he chuckled. As he noted the girls watering eye's. He broke the kiss and smirked. "Now, Now Kitten," He mocked a comforting voice "That didn't hurt that much." He still helf her face making eye contact with his frightened Kitten "I can think of things that would be much worse." It was then he noted that not only was she crying, but her small form was shaking uncontrolably.
She felt herself shaking, the throbbing pain on the inside of her right thigh, she longed to thrash out, and yell, and demand that she be released, this was definately not in her characteristics, Perhaps at one point, in those faded memories she had had the courage to stand up to him. But now, He smirked as he watched her cower, licking the blood from the knife in his hands, folding it and sticking it back into the pocket of the black leather pants he wore. Before backhanding her.
His hand once again fell to the side as he smirked, the watery tears that flew from his contact with her face falling to the ground, "Now you see, If you don't obey your master Kitten you'll wind up with much more pain that I originally intended for you." He smirked. Running his fingers down to the black bra that she wore, and watched her cower with a smirk. "Scared Kitten?"
The was only silence.
"I asked you a question dear kitten." He said his voice filled with venom. "Answer you master now you worthless whore!" He smacked her again as he ripped the fabric from her chest, a cruel snapping sound as it strained the cuffs that held her wrist. A small trickle of blood began to pour down. "Are you afraid?" He smirked as he cupped her breast and caught her lips in a brutal kiss. Pulling back as his other hand slipped to her waist. "Answer me." SHe nodded the tears filling her eye's pouring down her cheeks and trailing down her neck. "Y-Y-Y-yes..Master." Her shaky voice replied and he smirked as his fingers pulled at the waist band of her panties and her eye's closed the tears trailing down heavily, he licked away her tears, mockingly, as he removed the last peice of her clothing, removing his own, he spread her legs.
The scream was the most pleasuring he had ever known.
He thrust in and out of her almost brutally as the blood poured from her virgin entrance and he couldn't help but smirk. There were no moans from her lips, no sign of enjoyment, only pain, and a howling scream that could have very well raised the dead. He smirked his lips sucking on her neck, bitting at the nape occasionally, Thrusting in and out, until suddnly everything was white, he fell limp for a few moments, then pulled himself out of this miserable weeping girl. His toyed with the cuffs, then released her legs, and unhooked them. She fell weakly to the ground, annoyed, he dressed her, walking the limp form to the door the lead outside. "Poor, Poor little Kitten." He smirked, It's seems that I have done quiet a fine job in breaking you, Worthless, Filthy little whore..." He smirked gripping her neck softly "I don't see how anyone could love you. But never fear, kitten, You Know I'll always come back." He pitched her limp form to the ground and then walked away, the smirk never leaving his face.
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Urg...I feel dirty now...THat was definately I challenge, but If it's a dissapointment, don't say I didn't warn you.
Authoress Notes: This is my Lemon chapter. It sucks...but I warned you didn't I? I can't write lemon's that's why I didn't the first time Bakura raped her.
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The sound of metal clinking together idoly awoke her from her unconcious state. Something in her body was causing her to go numb, not physically but mentally, the awareness she had felt only a short while ago had receeded leaving on that empty void. That familiar emptiness that told her, she was once again alone...that she was once again in danger. Her eye's opened slowly, the blurriness of her surroundings slowly receeding as the brightness of the room made the back of her head throb and her eye's attempt to close at this unfamiliar pain. Blinding florecent lighting, something she hadn't woken up to in a while...Back when...wait what were all these memories? NOthing more...Nothing less...But something she didn't want to remember.
A blurry back shadow stepped into her line of vision as she relized something...she was chained. Her wrists were held firmly in two metal cuffs, thick and almost cutting the circulation off in her wrists pressing to them like a knife when she tried to move. Sucured to an even stronger chain. She was almost unclothed, except for the black bra and panties she had been wearing underneith. Her green eye's half liddly surveryed the area around her until someone came into view. Someone she hated with a passion, or at least that's the emotion she always felt when he was around. He was tall and thin, now clad in black leather, his white hair and chocolate brown eye's reminded her of that man, Ryou, she felt nothing but affection for that one, but wanted to know if he cared back, she doubted it, she was nothing but a miserable...NO..She must not give in to him, and believe when he says.
Bakura smirked at the girl her eye's half lidded, still dead but glaring at him at the same time with a fierce hatred. He cupped her chin in his hand as he allowed the other one to move freely, "My, it's been such a long time since we've done something like this isn't Kitten?" He smirked as he captured her lips in a kiss, her green eye's widened in a stunned expression as his tounge sought entry, something she was to stubborn to give. His hand moved to the pocket of the leather pants he wore, and pulled something out, He'd found that the best way to get what he wanted was to cause pain, and that's why a pocket knife always came in handy. He smirked, as he ran the knife down from the top of her thigh lightly, a meek gasping was heard as he took advantage of her now open mouth letting his tounge slip inside as he held the smaller girls face. Mentally he chuckled. As he noted the girls watering eye's. He broke the kiss and smirked. "Now, Now Kitten," He mocked a comforting voice "That didn't hurt that much." He still helf her face making eye contact with his frightened Kitten "I can think of things that would be much worse." It was then he noted that not only was she crying, but her small form was shaking uncontrolably.
She felt herself shaking, the throbbing pain on the inside of her right thigh, she longed to thrash out, and yell, and demand that she be released, this was definately not in her characteristics, Perhaps at one point, in those faded memories she had had the courage to stand up to him. But now, He smirked as he watched her cower, licking the blood from the knife in his hands, folding it and sticking it back into the pocket of the black leather pants he wore. Before backhanding her.
His hand once again fell to the side as he smirked, the watery tears that flew from his contact with her face falling to the ground, "Now you see, If you don't obey your master Kitten you'll wind up with much more pain that I originally intended for you." He smirked. Running his fingers down to the black bra that she wore, and watched her cower with a smirk. "Scared Kitten?"
The was only silence.
"I asked you a question dear kitten." He said his voice filled with venom. "Answer you master now you worthless whore!" He smacked her again as he ripped the fabric from her chest, a cruel snapping sound as it strained the cuffs that held her wrist. A small trickle of blood began to pour down. "Are you afraid?" He smirked as he cupped her breast and caught her lips in a brutal kiss. Pulling back as his other hand slipped to her waist. "Answer me." SHe nodded the tears filling her eye's pouring down her cheeks and trailing down her neck. "Y-Y-Y-yes..Master." Her shaky voice replied and he smirked as his fingers pulled at the waist band of her panties and her eye's closed the tears trailing down heavily, he licked away her tears, mockingly, as he removed the last peice of her clothing, removing his own, he spread her legs.
The scream was the most pleasuring he had ever known.
He thrust in and out of her almost brutally as the blood poured from her virgin entrance and he couldn't help but smirk. There were no moans from her lips, no sign of enjoyment, only pain, and a howling scream that could have very well raised the dead. He smirked his lips sucking on her neck, bitting at the nape occasionally, Thrusting in and out, until suddnly everything was white, he fell limp for a few moments, then pulled himself out of this miserable weeping girl. His toyed with the cuffs, then released her legs, and unhooked them. She fell weakly to the ground, annoyed, he dressed her, walking the limp form to the door the lead outside. "Poor, Poor little Kitten." He smirked, It's seems that I have done quiet a fine job in breaking you, Worthless, Filthy little whore..." He smirked gripping her neck softly "I don't see how anyone could love you. But never fear, kitten, You Know I'll always come back." He pitched her limp form to the ground and then walked away, the smirk never leaving his face.
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Urg...I feel dirty now...THat was definately I challenge, but If it's a dissapointment, don't say I didn't warn you.