Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Internal Scars ❯ Night of Fire ( Chapter 4 )

Author: Gahhh…with exams going on and all I really haven't even gotten the time to post at all…plus I don't have many votes still…only 5-6 I'm afraid…

Bakura: Weeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 *celebrates*

Author: -_-;;; I was planning to hold off because there were some others who wanted to vote but haven't gotten a chance yet…but I don't want lose any readers…so I'm just gonna take the totals now…

Bakura: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!1 You can't do this to me!!!! T_T

Author: Poor baby….sorry Bakura but it was the readers' choices…

Bakura: *glares at readers* Die……

Author: Hey! You still owe Bakuraluva a Long Island Ice Tea

Bakura: Oh yea…*pulls out an Iced Tea* do you know how hard it is to find one when you only know where the beer is? Anyways…

Author: Too bad she was the only nice one…

Bakura: Shut up…*groans*

Author: Anyways…before I drift too far off from the story…this is who Bakura ended up with…

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Bakura struggled fiercely as the 9 men dragged him out of the dungeons and to the main halls. It was a dark and moonless night. He began to scream as they pulled him down the corridors, until someone effectively gagged him with a piece of filthy cloth. He choked, and attempted to use his tongue to force the disgusting piece of material out of his mouth, only to taste vile grime and sweat.

"Seto-sama says we have to clean you," the guard, whom he found out was named Antar, said, "Yami-sama likes clean whores…"

They came to a stop in front of a large wooden door. By this time the young thief has given up struggling, knowing it's useless. He'll just have to find a perfect opportunity to break free and escape. The doors were pushed open and they threw Bakura inside. Before he had a chance to recover the doors were closed and locked. Four guards moved to light the room inside; it was a bath. A large pool was centered in the chamber, the floor made of smooth stone; around the main bath were 3 smaller ones, one of which was emitting steam. A bath didn't seem so bad…provided he did it alone…which wasn't likely.

Antar pulled the gag out of him mouth, and Bakura instantly spat. "You disgusting wretch…" drawing his arm back the guard swiped Bakura across the face, hurling him to the ground in the process, "Here we are trying to get you clean, and you dirty the floor."

"Fuck you to hell…" Bakura glowered at the man. Instantly he was grabbed from behind by many others, and probing hands began to strip him of his clothing. Horrified, the white haired boy started screaming once again, "You fucking assholes! Get your disgusting paws off me! Fuck you all to eternity you shit!" Someone locked his arms behind his back as his robes were torn from his body, the shreds carelessly tossed to the ground.

"Very dirty indeed," Antar drawled as his eyes grazed lustfully over Bakura's creamy tanned body, "you'll need a very long bath…don't you think, Bard?"

The man who was restraining his arms replied, "I agree…" he bit down on Bakura's neck, eliciting a small gasp from the boy, "this whore really needs to be clean…"

Bakura felt himself getting lifted up, and he was suddenly in the air; a sharp sting of pain hit him as his back smacked painfully with the water. The water was cold and he felt himself instantly shiver, unwilling, however, to emerge from the water, trying to hide his nude body from the prying eyes of the guards. Backing up, he pressed himself against the walls of the pool, trying to conceal himself as best as possible.

"So innocent looking, shying away from us," Antar commenced taking off his clothing, beckoning for his colleagues to do the same.

"No…" Bakura whimpered quietly, understanding all too well what was to happen to him. Instinctively his scrambled to get out of the water, only to be dragged down by someone behind him.

"Bad whore," Bard commented as he pulled the thief towards him, rubbing his large hands against the younger boy's thighs, "we can't clean you if you're out of the water."

"Fuck you…" Bakura spat out.

Bard's eye twitched with anger. Reaching up his fisted Bakura's hair into his hand and plunged him underwater, "That should teach you a lesson you stupid bitch."

Panicking, Bakura fought to get to the surface, choking as the cold water began to enter his lungs. Just as he began to lose consciousness he was pulled back up to the surface. He coughed, gagging as water forced its way up his throat and out of his mouth as he inhaled mouthfuls of air.

He opened his eyes to see Antar standing in front of him, his face inches from his, "Maybe you will learn to respect those who are of higher status one day, you whore."

Bakura only glared, heaving, too weakened to say anything.

Antar leaned in, and began to lick the water droplets off Bakura's chocolate skin. "You taste sweet. I expected nothing less of Seto-sama's choices in whores…"

The pale haired thief cried out as the guard bit down on a nipple, tears beginning to form in his eyes as the older man tortured the sensitive flesh. "Leave me alone…" Bakura tried to draw back, only to press against Bard's body, preventing him to moving any further, "For Ra's sake leave me alone!"

"Afraid it's not going to happen, bitch," another guard has made his way up to the place of action. Greedy hands roamed over Bakura's dark skin, softer and more sensitive than usual due to the effects of the water. Someone took Bard's place and the other man moved to claim the thief's mouth as his own. Bakura refused the guard, unwilling to submit until Antar clamped down upon his other nipple, causing him to gasp and Bard's tongue forced its way inside. Their tongues battled, the younger boy weakening quickly, and the other was quick to take over and deep throated him.

Another was beginning to grind up against Bakura's hips, hands grasping at his buttocks and spreading them wide as two fingers jammed themselves inside the passage. Bakura arched in pain from the rough invasion, a strangled cry coming from his lips as Bard withdrew from his mouth. Tears were beginning to flow freely at this present time, and the boy was beginning to choke with sobs, "Get away from me….get away…from me…"

But they didn't. "He's begging…how pitiful…" Antar took great pleasure in his words before his dove underwater. Bakura could feel hair brush between his legs as the man positioned himself underneath him. The boy cried out, his scream choked and cut off as the guard bit down on his length, then proceeded to move down to attack his sensitive sacs. Bakura writhed, fighting hopelessly to free himself. The wall across from him was beginning to look inviting. One hard bash could kill him if he ran fast enough…

"Don't even think about it you slut," one man jerked up his chin to look at him, "as long as we're here, you're not going anywhere…"

And it looked convincing enough, with 9 guards closed around him, and in his frail condition, Bakura wouldn't be able to move at all as long as they're there. Looking away in defeat, the young thief sobbed, crying for his loss of freedom.

Antar continued to suck roughly the sensitive areas of Bakura's private parts before suddenly coming up for air, his head butted upwards, smashing painfully into the young boy's delicate sacs and shoved him up and out of the water as his head rose up to the surface.

Bakura flew in the air for a few seconds before plunging back into the water, quick to be swarmed by the 9 large men. Bard once again took his place behind the boy, "I hope you have great stamina because this will be a long night…"

Immediately the man shoved himself into the smaller body, the intrusion ripping Bakura's virgin opening. Bakura screamed, shaking his head from the unimaginable pain that filled him. Choking he screamed again, continuously as the man pounded into him, each thrust a thousand knives cutting into his tender flesh.

"You like this don't you, you whore?" Antar took his length into his hands and began to stroke him, "You like this don't you?"

"No…stop…NO!...STOP!" Bakura writhed, trying to escape as he could feel his body beginning to betray him, his member hardening to the man's touch, "Leave me alone…Fuck! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"

"He likes it…this filthy bitch…he likes his hard…" the other guards laughed with glee as they watched Bakura erect. The young boy sobbed, hating his body for turning against him. His whole body jostled as Bard slammed hard for one last time against him, climaxing into his body.

"Damn…" the guard panted as his drew out of Bakura's body, and the boy crumpled forward to be taken by Antar, "He's one good fuck; very hot, very tight. Good thing we get to have him first, when he's fresh."

Bakura sobbed in pain, the water stinging his torn opening. He lay limp in the other man's arms, wishing that he would just lie down and die.

"Admit you liked it you whore," Antar slapped him away, "tell us you like it."

The young thief choked out a cry as he was shoved away into the wall, the rough stone cutting into his flesh. He clung to it for support, squeezing his cheeks tight; trying to stem the flow of blood that he knew was oozing out of his opening. A loud whimper came from his swollen lips as Antar grabbed his hardened length and squeezed it, the hand beginning to pump him slowly.

"You know you like it you little slut."

"I don't…I don't…" Bakura sobbed, flinching as some others dragged him out of the water, "leave me…fuck…leave me…" he cried out again, his voice hoarse, as he released into the man's hand. He curled up instantly, sobbing, loathing himself for giving in to the other's demands.

"You are a fucking liar," Antar brought the semen to his lips, and devoured the white fluid, "delicious."

The guards stared hungrily at the boy on the ground in front of him. Dripping with water, the sheen on his tanned skin making him all the more erotic and desirable; the comment of Antar just heightened their lust for the young boy.

"The main pool's dirty now…we'll just have to have the rest of our fun here…but let's wake him up, he's no fun limp." Picking Bakura up, they tossed him into the bath of steaming water.

Bakura screamed with a newfound pain, the salts in the water seeping into the wounds. He thrashed in the water, desperately trying to get out, but they held him steady. Tears pricked from behind his eyes again and he choked, forgetting how to cry altogether as he fought, shrieking in pain as the men laughed with pleasure. Finally he was pulled out and dropped onto the ground. He convulsed, his whole body shaking in pain as the salt still stuck to his body. "Fuck…fuck….fuck…fuck…" was all he could whimper as the guards closed around him.

"Now the fun continues…"

So the night went on. Nine times were his virginity robbed from him. Nine times were he torn apart. Nine times his body betrayed him. Nine times he screamed and cried. Nine more times did the torture continue…

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Author: Ok…so it came out…quite spontaneously, I've never quite written anything like it…poor Baku-chan…don't hate me…I'm just an Angst Writer…><;;;

By the way, in the midst of writing this fic I have started a new one, Wish You Were Here With Me. It has a cheesy title and summary, but can someone read and review it? Please?!?!?!!

Bakura: I feel so sorry for myself…T.T