Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Pleasure is buisness ❯ Aquireing slaves ( Chapter 1 )
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By: The Chaotic Ones 
Bakura gets some slaves.
WARNING: NCS, YAOI, Lots of NCS
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.08.2004 | Updated On: 11.08.2004 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 848 | Status: Work In Progress
Bakura gets some slaves.
WARNING: NCS, YAOI, Lots of NCS
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.08.2004 | Updated On: 11.08.2004 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 848 | Status: Work In Progress
Aaries: Uhm... whats this?
Chaos: good, wholesome, FUN.
Jef: as usual, we do not own Yugioh or much of anything else.
Powerfull people mulled in the hall, each holding the end of chain leashes of their gift slaves. Most of the power full people were Demons of some kind, and there was quite a range of them, from Ice-lings to Fire-lings, but a few of them were human sorccerers who had somehow gained enough power to grant them imunity from the demons they mingled with. All of them had slaves. Each slave was nude save for a loin cloth around their waist, emblazened with the symbol of whatever house their masters belonged to. Most of the slaves were human, though there was a scattering of lesser demons among them.
The lord of the norhtern hemisphere watched them all with disintrest. It was a tradition for him to claim any slaves here that caught his intrest, but he couldnt bring himself to care for them. Oh he liked his slaves, especialy Human ones who were so pliant and soft, but all of these lacked that special something that would draw him. It wasnt obvious to him from the raised dias where he sat at least. Most of the slaves were pretty enough, obviously pleasure slaves, and the ones that were not were most likely strong workers, but there was nothing he was intrested in close to him. With a snort of discust he rose from his chair and ventured forward.
The lord of the nothern hemishpere was one of the three most powerfull demons in the world, as well as one of the oldest in existance right now, so where ever he went people and their slaves cleared out of his way. He didnt look old though, and though most demons never did, he prided himself on his beauty. The lord of the northern hemishpere looked to be no older than seventeen or so, when compared to human ages, with wickedly spiked white hair and deeply tanned skin. He exuded a powerfull Aura, though he had no other markings of who he was. Even the weakest Human could tell him by his Aura weather they could sense it consously or not.
He had passed by many chairs and couches that had been set up in the hall for his vassels to rest on when somone decided to speak to him.
"Nothing intrests you yet, Lord Bakura?" One of his vassels asked him, a Demoness. Her name was Mai if Bakura remembered correctly, and she had a pretty female human with her. The Human girl couldnt be older than fourteen, as most of the Humans were rather young, and had long brown hair and pretty blue eyes. Mai was currently masaging one of the girls breasts, as the girl blushed and trembled, and Bakura thought she might be a virgin. "Would you care to sample her with me?" Mai asked, noteing Bakura's slight intrest in the girl.
"Not particularily." Bakura said gruffly. The girl was quite atractive for being so young and female, but she lacked the spark of life that Bakura liked in his slaves.
"Pitty." Mai said, in a tone of voice that said she wasnt that displeased that she would keep the girl. Huffing, Bakura moved on, stalking through the crowds and looking for something special.
Bakura had never been so picky about his slaves before, but as of late he was restless, and none of these mortals were what he wanted. Many of them were very beautifull, almost worthy of him, and some of them even looked like they might be a chalenge to break to his will, but none of them had what he was looking for. None of them were Special in the way he was looking for. Bakura was about to give up and sit on his throne untill he got restless again when he saw a flash of dark blond in the back of the room, that for some reason called to him.
Walking toward where he saw the flash, Bakura scowled. There were no blonds in this area of the ballroom, but as he was about to head for his dias again, he heard a muffled grunt of protest and wondered what slave would have the audacity to protest something that their master wanted. Curious, Bakura made his way through the crowed toward the wall where he had heard it.
As the crowds finaly parted, Bakura finaly saw what must have been the blond flash from earlyer. It was a human slave boy and currently he was pinned to the wall by his master who had lifted up the back of the boys loin cloth and caressing the boys ass roughly. The boy made a protesting sound again, and the master, a powerfull sorcerer from the almost southern reigions of Bakura's relm, leaned in and whispered something to the boy. The boy became very still and as Bakura stepped closer he saw a few tears fall from the boy's chin.
"Thats a good little whore." The man holding him said, and Bakura wondered how the Bandit Sorcerer had gotten his hands on such a pretty slave.
"Bastard..." It was whispered, at a tone that even Bakura, one of the most powerfull demons in the world could, barely hear it from a few feet away.
"What did you say, slut?" Keith asked harshly, reaching up to pull on the slaves hair. In response the slave wimpered slightly, and that seemed to satisfy Keith.
Bakura obsereved for a moment longer, before making up his mind. This one was spirited, and he looked strong enough to survive under Bakura's harsh mastery.
"My Sorcerer Keith, what a pretty slave you have." Bakura said, alerting the man to his presence.
"Indeed My lord." Keith said in a courtious tone, but Bakura could tell he was annoyed at being inturupted.
"Were you trying to hide him back here intentionaly?" Bakura wondered aloud, as it wasnt uncomon for his vassels, minnions, and servants to bring slaves only to amuse themselves here. After all there were hundreds of them, and Bakura rarely took more than a Dozen slaves at a time, if that many.
"Of course not My lord." Keith ground out.
"Thats good. I dont like to see my people shuning their duty to me in this fashion." Bakura said. "He is quite lovely isnt he? Step away so I can see him fully." he comanded.
"As you wish Lord." Keith said, having no choice but to obey, though he kept a hold on the chain atached to the collar at the slaves neck.
The slave boy couldnt be older than fifteen, if that old, with sun bleached blond hair and deeply tanned skin. The contrast made by the fact that his hair was just a little lighter than his skin only added to his somehow innocent beauty.There were scars carved into his back, but somehow they only suplemented the exotic Aura around the boy.
"Hmm.."Bakura murmered, pleased. Bakura steped closer to the boy, and after running a hand through the boys hair to see if it was as soft as it looked, tilted the boy's chin toward himself. The boy's eyes were closed tightly, and his lips were pursed closed tightly as well. Bakuara didnt like it. "Open your eyes child." He comanded in his husky deep voice, startling the boy into obeying. The boys eyes snaped open, and Bakura drew in a sharp breath. Lavender eyes, very rare in humans and demons of all kinds, were stareing at him in anger and hatered, with the barest hint of fear. Bakura gently wound a lock of the boy's hair in his hand as he examined the child. There were dark scars just underneith the boys eyes, but again instead of maring his beauty, it added to the exotic aura around him. No other scar's marked his body that Bakura could see, and Bakura decided that this boy would be a good chalenge, if nothing else.
"Very intresting." Bakura said to Keith, looking over to the Human sorccerer. "This is my first chosen of the night." Bakura said, holding his hand out for the chain that Keith reluctantly gave up.
"Come boy." Bakura said, guiding the boy by his arm rather than using the chain to yank him along like most other slave owners did. When they reached Bakura's throne, the lord of the northern hemishpere hooked the end of the boy's chain to a special clip on the side of his throne that only he could undo. There were half a dozen such clips on the sides of his throne, with three more on the back of the chair in case he chose even more slaves. Bakura generaly limited himself to three or four, so the clips on the back of the chair went unused. Bakura gracefully sat down in his chair then, again scannin the crowds of people for another intresting slave. He wouldnt want his new pet to be lonely now would he?
However as before, there was nothing intresting near him, and after a stern comand for his new slave not to try anything stupid, Bakura got up to wander the hall again. Many of the demons were having some kind of intercourse with their slaves this late in the evening, near an hour before midnight. He was on the far side of the room from where he had found his first slave when he heard a pained cry that drew his attention.
"Do As I Say!" a demoness hissed angrily to her male human slave. The brown haired and blue eyed demoness was splayed comphortably on a chair with her slave on his knees before her. Aperantly she wanted him to pleasure her oraly, and the slave obeyed a moment later. He was a younger boy, with pale pale skin and black hair spiked in all directions with soft magenta hilights. He was small, and looked rather young, not older than twelve or thirteen. His body was lithe, and Bakura was sure he was a virgin, looking at his tight ass.
"Hmm... My my Anzu, what a delicous specimen you have there." Bakura said to the demoness as he aproached behind the slave and ran a hand aprasingly over the boy's arse under the sparse loincloth.
"Mmm.. Indeed My lord," she said, obviously enjoying the slave's minstrations, however when the boy felt Bakura touch him he froze and tensed. "Dont stop!!!" Anzu said, tugging harshly on the slave boy's collar, earning another short cry of pain from the boy.
"Is he realy that satisfying?" Bakura asked, arching one of his eyebrows.
Anzu bit her lip, as if afraid to answere truthfully. "He is my lord." she finaly said, obviously wishing that it wasnt the answere he wanted.
"Sit up Child." Bakura commanded the boy, who hesitated momentarily.
"Do as he says." Anzu snaped at the boy, who hurried to obey Bakura's comand. "He is wild caught lord." she said in explanation for the boy's clumsyness.
"I dont care." Bakura said looking the boy over. His bangs were bright blond spikes that hung around his face, and his body was well maintained for a slave. He was very pale, his alabaster skin perfect and unbroken in any place, but his face was down and his eyes were closed. Deciding he had liked what he saw so far, Bakura tilted the boys chin up to find a pert little face, with an entirely too perky nose and soft rose coulord lips. Many a demon or demoness would willingly kill to have such perfect looks, Bakura knew, and already he could tell he was going to take this exeptional slave. "Open your eyes." Bakura comanded, and watched in wonder as sparkling lavender orbs were hesitatnly revealed, perhaps two shades lighter than his other new slaves eyes.
"Quite Lovely." Bakura said, reaching forward to carress the boy's hair. "Is your hair natural slave?" Bakura asked out of curiosity, and the slave hesitantly nodded again. "Truely? how amazing. Thank you Anzu for this lovely gift." Bakura said, holding out his hand for the chain atached to the slaves neck, and the demoness reluctantly reliqueshed it.
"My pleasure my Lord." she ground out, evidently trying to be civil though she was upset.
"Come then." He said to the slave, leading the child back to his throne. There was a mid seized crowd of demons and sorcerers crowded around his dias, many of them leering at the slave hunched next to the throne. "He is quite stunning is he not?" Bakura asked from behind a rather large group of them, and after glancing back toward him startled they scurried out of his way. Most of the other interlopers scurried away as well, and Bakura finaly had a clear path to his throne. His first slave was currently sitting with his back to the throne, hunched so that most of his delicous body was hidden, but so that he could still see everything that was going on before him.
The slave turned a harsh, fear and hate filled glare on Bakura for the barest fraction of a second before looking down, and Bakura smirked. Without further fuss, Bakura snaped his new slaves chain next to the others and headed back into the crowd, after again leaving a command for the slaves to be good. It was realy a test to see if the slaves would get along or if Bakura would need to keep them seperat in the future. If they seemed to get along alright, Bakura could keep them together and have twice as much fun with them, however if they seemed distrustfull or even hatefull of each other when he came back, he would be forced to seperate them.
It also gave Bakura a usefull excuse to look for another slave or two, though tonights selection seemed pitifull in deed.Oh, there were plenty that were pretty, and a few who looked rebellious enough to hold his intrest, but Bakura wanted something different now, something more.
He had ended up circling the room twice before he found what he was looking for. In one of the shadowy, more secluded corners of the room, Bakura found a white haired demon fucking his slave harshly. The man had used the chain from the collar to bind the boys arms to his knees, resulting in the slave being bend almost in half with no way to balance himself as his master plunged into his torn and bleeding pasage again and again. Bakura snorted in discust, firmly in the beliefe that if there was blood and the slave wasnt a virgin, there was something wrong with your tecnique. It was so much more satisfying to cum cleanly and not have to clean up unpleasant messes latter.
"Pegases." Bakura snorted, catching the attention of the other white haired demon.
"You do not aprove, Lord Bakura?" Pegases asked, slowing down slightly so he could converse with the other demon.
"Not at all, I only disaprove your sloppyness." Bakura said, slightly cross.
"Ah, but my lord, I simply couldnt hold myself back. Even you must admit that when faced with such perfection, it is hard to be reserved." Pegases said, loosening the chain and pulling his victem upright.
Bakura gasped, though even he couldnt tell if it was in aww or surprise. This slave.... was perfection. His pale skin was light as the other boys, with a pretty blush on the slaves face and upper chest for good measure, and his body and legs were beautifully proportiond. He was almost painfully young, no older than twelve or so, and for a moment Bakura wondered if he were legal. No slave under the age of ten could be taken for perverse uses by demons, according to laws older than the world. Pegasess would know better than to flaunt such perversions here though, so the thought was swiftly dismissed. However the slaves most stunning feature was his pure, snow white hair, falling gracefully to frame somehow innocent but pain filled brown eyes.
"I'll take him." Bakura said, barely even aware that he had spoken.
"What?" Pegases asked, suprised.
"I said, I'll take him." Bakura repeated, growling as he looked away from the slave boy, directly into Pegases's golden eyes. "Now, if you please." Bakura said, holding out his hand for the chain.
"Now?" Pegases said disbelievingly, as he pulled out of the slave, still fully hard.
"Yes." Bakura said, taking the chain gracously, and leading the shocked boy away. It wasnt untill the boy stumbled and Bakura heard a soft half moan that he realized that the boy would be in too much pain to make it all the way back to the Dias on his own. Rather than sully his reputation by carrying the boy or something, Bakura used a small bit of his vas power to summon a lesser servant, one of the ones that cared for his castle and saw to other such trivial chores.
"My master?" it asked apearing silently beside him.
"Take this slave and have him cleaned, then return him to me at my throne." Bakura instructed, and the creature took responsability for the slave. Satisfied that it would be done or the servant, its family, and any of their family and friends would be eliminated, Bakura made his way back to his throne.
When Bakura came within sight of his throne, he was startled to see that his slaves not only werent distrustfull of each other, but rather seemed to have a measure of trust for each other. The smaller, tri-haired one, was sitting in the others lap, crying into his shoulder, while the older one cradled the boy tenderly. This was a very good thing.
Deciding not to pay much atention to them for now, Bakura sat down in his throne and waited for the servants to return his other slave to him. Bakura scanned the crowds out of habit as he waited, not realy intrested in another slave but keeping up apearances.
It was about fifteen minuts later when the servant apeared again, handing over the chain to the collar around the boy's neck. Bakura looked the slave over to make sure that he was indeed cleaned to satisfaction, and found that not only was he cleaned, but his hair had been brushed as well. Satisfied, indeed even pleased, Bakura cliped the chain to the sid of his chair other than his first two slaves and pulled the boy down in his lap. A slight wimper of pain and fear was the only sound the boy made, and Bakura was pleased. Many slaves would have cried out at such rough treatment so soon after being raped, and for him not to showed either exeptional training, or a very strong will. Either case was acceptable to Bakura, and though he would have prefered the latter, he was fairly certain the former was true.
Since the gathering wasnt over untill dawn, Bakura had several hours to amuse himself now that he had what he wanted. Smirking, Bakura started with the boy in his lap, using his hands to memorize every crevice of the boys body.
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Chaos: good, wholesome, FUN.
Jef: as usual, we do not own Yugioh or much of anything else.
Powerfull people mulled in the hall, each holding the end of chain leashes of their gift slaves. Most of the power full people were Demons of some kind, and there was quite a range of them, from Ice-lings to Fire-lings, but a few of them were human sorccerers who had somehow gained enough power to grant them imunity from the demons they mingled with. All of them had slaves. Each slave was nude save for a loin cloth around their waist, emblazened with the symbol of whatever house their masters belonged to. Most of the slaves were human, though there was a scattering of lesser demons among them.
The lord of the norhtern hemisphere watched them all with disintrest. It was a tradition for him to claim any slaves here that caught his intrest, but he couldnt bring himself to care for them. Oh he liked his slaves, especialy Human ones who were so pliant and soft, but all of these lacked that special something that would draw him. It wasnt obvious to him from the raised dias where he sat at least. Most of the slaves were pretty enough, obviously pleasure slaves, and the ones that were not were most likely strong workers, but there was nothing he was intrested in close to him. With a snort of discust he rose from his chair and ventured forward.
The lord of the nothern hemishpere was one of the three most powerfull demons in the world, as well as one of the oldest in existance right now, so where ever he went people and their slaves cleared out of his way. He didnt look old though, and though most demons never did, he prided himself on his beauty. The lord of the northern hemishpere looked to be no older than seventeen or so, when compared to human ages, with wickedly spiked white hair and deeply tanned skin. He exuded a powerfull Aura, though he had no other markings of who he was. Even the weakest Human could tell him by his Aura weather they could sense it consously or not.
He had passed by many chairs and couches that had been set up in the hall for his vassels to rest on when somone decided to speak to him.
"Nothing intrests you yet, Lord Bakura?" One of his vassels asked him, a Demoness. Her name was Mai if Bakura remembered correctly, and she had a pretty female human with her. The Human girl couldnt be older than fourteen, as most of the Humans were rather young, and had long brown hair and pretty blue eyes. Mai was currently masaging one of the girls breasts, as the girl blushed and trembled, and Bakura thought she might be a virgin. "Would you care to sample her with me?" Mai asked, noteing Bakura's slight intrest in the girl.
"Not particularily." Bakura said gruffly. The girl was quite atractive for being so young and female, but she lacked the spark of life that Bakura liked in his slaves.
"Pitty." Mai said, in a tone of voice that said she wasnt that displeased that she would keep the girl. Huffing, Bakura moved on, stalking through the crowds and looking for something special.
Bakura had never been so picky about his slaves before, but as of late he was restless, and none of these mortals were what he wanted. Many of them were very beautifull, almost worthy of him, and some of them even looked like they might be a chalenge to break to his will, but none of them had what he was looking for. None of them were Special in the way he was looking for. Bakura was about to give up and sit on his throne untill he got restless again when he saw a flash of dark blond in the back of the room, that for some reason called to him.
Walking toward where he saw the flash, Bakura scowled. There were no blonds in this area of the ballroom, but as he was about to head for his dias again, he heard a muffled grunt of protest and wondered what slave would have the audacity to protest something that their master wanted. Curious, Bakura made his way through the crowed toward the wall where he had heard it.
As the crowds finaly parted, Bakura finaly saw what must have been the blond flash from earlyer. It was a human slave boy and currently he was pinned to the wall by his master who had lifted up the back of the boys loin cloth and caressing the boys ass roughly. The boy made a protesting sound again, and the master, a powerfull sorcerer from the almost southern reigions of Bakura's relm, leaned in and whispered something to the boy. The boy became very still and as Bakura stepped closer he saw a few tears fall from the boy's chin.
"Thats a good little whore." The man holding him said, and Bakura wondered how the Bandit Sorcerer had gotten his hands on such a pretty slave.
"Bastard..." It was whispered, at a tone that even Bakura, one of the most powerfull demons in the world could, barely hear it from a few feet away.
"What did you say, slut?" Keith asked harshly, reaching up to pull on the slaves hair. In response the slave wimpered slightly, and that seemed to satisfy Keith.
Bakura obsereved for a moment longer, before making up his mind. This one was spirited, and he looked strong enough to survive under Bakura's harsh mastery.
"My Sorcerer Keith, what a pretty slave you have." Bakura said, alerting the man to his presence.
"Indeed My lord." Keith said in a courtious tone, but Bakura could tell he was annoyed at being inturupted.
"Were you trying to hide him back here intentionaly?" Bakura wondered aloud, as it wasnt uncomon for his vassels, minnions, and servants to bring slaves only to amuse themselves here. After all there were hundreds of them, and Bakura rarely took more than a Dozen slaves at a time, if that many.
"Of course not My lord." Keith ground out.
"Thats good. I dont like to see my people shuning their duty to me in this fashion." Bakura said. "He is quite lovely isnt he? Step away so I can see him fully." he comanded.
"As you wish Lord." Keith said, having no choice but to obey, though he kept a hold on the chain atached to the collar at the slaves neck.
The slave boy couldnt be older than fifteen, if that old, with sun bleached blond hair and deeply tanned skin. The contrast made by the fact that his hair was just a little lighter than his skin only added to his somehow innocent beauty.There were scars carved into his back, but somehow they only suplemented the exotic Aura around the boy.
"Hmm.."Bakura murmered, pleased. Bakura steped closer to the boy, and after running a hand through the boys hair to see if it was as soft as it looked, tilted the boy's chin toward himself. The boy's eyes were closed tightly, and his lips were pursed closed tightly as well. Bakuara didnt like it. "Open your eyes child." He comanded in his husky deep voice, startling the boy into obeying. The boys eyes snaped open, and Bakura drew in a sharp breath. Lavender eyes, very rare in humans and demons of all kinds, were stareing at him in anger and hatered, with the barest hint of fear. Bakura gently wound a lock of the boy's hair in his hand as he examined the child. There were dark scars just underneith the boys eyes, but again instead of maring his beauty, it added to the exotic aura around him. No other scar's marked his body that Bakura could see, and Bakura decided that this boy would be a good chalenge, if nothing else.
"Very intresting." Bakura said to Keith, looking over to the Human sorccerer. "This is my first chosen of the night." Bakura said, holding his hand out for the chain that Keith reluctantly gave up.
"Come boy." Bakura said, guiding the boy by his arm rather than using the chain to yank him along like most other slave owners did. When they reached Bakura's throne, the lord of the northern hemishpere hooked the end of the boy's chain to a special clip on the side of his throne that only he could undo. There were half a dozen such clips on the sides of his throne, with three more on the back of the chair in case he chose even more slaves. Bakura generaly limited himself to three or four, so the clips on the back of the chair went unused. Bakura gracefully sat down in his chair then, again scannin the crowds of people for another intresting slave. He wouldnt want his new pet to be lonely now would he?
However as before, there was nothing intresting near him, and after a stern comand for his new slave not to try anything stupid, Bakura got up to wander the hall again. Many of the demons were having some kind of intercourse with their slaves this late in the evening, near an hour before midnight. He was on the far side of the room from where he had found his first slave when he heard a pained cry that drew his attention.
"Do As I Say!" a demoness hissed angrily to her male human slave. The brown haired and blue eyed demoness was splayed comphortably on a chair with her slave on his knees before her. Aperantly she wanted him to pleasure her oraly, and the slave obeyed a moment later. He was a younger boy, with pale pale skin and black hair spiked in all directions with soft magenta hilights. He was small, and looked rather young, not older than twelve or thirteen. His body was lithe, and Bakura was sure he was a virgin, looking at his tight ass.
"Hmm... My my Anzu, what a delicous specimen you have there." Bakura said to the demoness as he aproached behind the slave and ran a hand aprasingly over the boy's arse under the sparse loincloth.
"Mmm.. Indeed My lord," she said, obviously enjoying the slave's minstrations, however when the boy felt Bakura touch him he froze and tensed. "Dont stop!!!" Anzu said, tugging harshly on the slave boy's collar, earning another short cry of pain from the boy.
"Is he realy that satisfying?" Bakura asked, arching one of his eyebrows.
Anzu bit her lip, as if afraid to answere truthfully. "He is my lord." she finaly said, obviously wishing that it wasnt the answere he wanted.
"Sit up Child." Bakura commanded the boy, who hesitated momentarily.
"Do as he says." Anzu snaped at the boy, who hurried to obey Bakura's comand. "He is wild caught lord." she said in explanation for the boy's clumsyness.
"I dont care." Bakura said looking the boy over. His bangs were bright blond spikes that hung around his face, and his body was well maintained for a slave. He was very pale, his alabaster skin perfect and unbroken in any place, but his face was down and his eyes were closed. Deciding he had liked what he saw so far, Bakura tilted the boys chin up to find a pert little face, with an entirely too perky nose and soft rose coulord lips. Many a demon or demoness would willingly kill to have such perfect looks, Bakura knew, and already he could tell he was going to take this exeptional slave. "Open your eyes." Bakura comanded, and watched in wonder as sparkling lavender orbs were hesitatnly revealed, perhaps two shades lighter than his other new slaves eyes.
"Quite Lovely." Bakura said, reaching forward to carress the boy's hair. "Is your hair natural slave?" Bakura asked out of curiosity, and the slave hesitantly nodded again. "Truely? how amazing. Thank you Anzu for this lovely gift." Bakura said, holding out his hand for the chain atached to the slaves neck, and the demoness reluctantly reliqueshed it.
"My pleasure my Lord." she ground out, evidently trying to be civil though she was upset.
"Come then." He said to the slave, leading the child back to his throne. There was a mid seized crowd of demons and sorcerers crowded around his dias, many of them leering at the slave hunched next to the throne. "He is quite stunning is he not?" Bakura asked from behind a rather large group of them, and after glancing back toward him startled they scurried out of his way. Most of the other interlopers scurried away as well, and Bakura finaly had a clear path to his throne. His first slave was currently sitting with his back to the throne, hunched so that most of his delicous body was hidden, but so that he could still see everything that was going on before him.
The slave turned a harsh, fear and hate filled glare on Bakura for the barest fraction of a second before looking down, and Bakura smirked. Without further fuss, Bakura snaped his new slaves chain next to the others and headed back into the crowd, after again leaving a command for the slaves to be good. It was realy a test to see if the slaves would get along or if Bakura would need to keep them seperat in the future. If they seemed to get along alright, Bakura could keep them together and have twice as much fun with them, however if they seemed distrustfull or even hatefull of each other when he came back, he would be forced to seperate them.
It also gave Bakura a usefull excuse to look for another slave or two, though tonights selection seemed pitifull in deed.Oh, there were plenty that were pretty, and a few who looked rebellious enough to hold his intrest, but Bakura wanted something different now, something more.
He had ended up circling the room twice before he found what he was looking for. In one of the shadowy, more secluded corners of the room, Bakura found a white haired demon fucking his slave harshly. The man had used the chain from the collar to bind the boys arms to his knees, resulting in the slave being bend almost in half with no way to balance himself as his master plunged into his torn and bleeding pasage again and again. Bakura snorted in discust, firmly in the beliefe that if there was blood and the slave wasnt a virgin, there was something wrong with your tecnique. It was so much more satisfying to cum cleanly and not have to clean up unpleasant messes latter.
"Pegases." Bakura snorted, catching the attention of the other white haired demon.
"You do not aprove, Lord Bakura?" Pegases asked, slowing down slightly so he could converse with the other demon.
"Not at all, I only disaprove your sloppyness." Bakura said, slightly cross.
"Ah, but my lord, I simply couldnt hold myself back. Even you must admit that when faced with such perfection, it is hard to be reserved." Pegases said, loosening the chain and pulling his victem upright.
Bakura gasped, though even he couldnt tell if it was in aww or surprise. This slave.... was perfection. His pale skin was light as the other boys, with a pretty blush on the slaves face and upper chest for good measure, and his body and legs were beautifully proportiond. He was almost painfully young, no older than twelve or so, and for a moment Bakura wondered if he were legal. No slave under the age of ten could be taken for perverse uses by demons, according to laws older than the world. Pegasess would know better than to flaunt such perversions here though, so the thought was swiftly dismissed. However the slaves most stunning feature was his pure, snow white hair, falling gracefully to frame somehow innocent but pain filled brown eyes.
"I'll take him." Bakura said, barely even aware that he had spoken.
"What?" Pegases asked, suprised.
"I said, I'll take him." Bakura repeated, growling as he looked away from the slave boy, directly into Pegases's golden eyes. "Now, if you please." Bakura said, holding out his hand for the chain.
"Now?" Pegases said disbelievingly, as he pulled out of the slave, still fully hard.
"Yes." Bakura said, taking the chain gracously, and leading the shocked boy away. It wasnt untill the boy stumbled and Bakura heard a soft half moan that he realized that the boy would be in too much pain to make it all the way back to the Dias on his own. Rather than sully his reputation by carrying the boy or something, Bakura used a small bit of his vas power to summon a lesser servant, one of the ones that cared for his castle and saw to other such trivial chores.
"My master?" it asked apearing silently beside him.
"Take this slave and have him cleaned, then return him to me at my throne." Bakura instructed, and the creature took responsability for the slave. Satisfied that it would be done or the servant, its family, and any of their family and friends would be eliminated, Bakura made his way back to his throne.
When Bakura came within sight of his throne, he was startled to see that his slaves not only werent distrustfull of each other, but rather seemed to have a measure of trust for each other. The smaller, tri-haired one, was sitting in the others lap, crying into his shoulder, while the older one cradled the boy tenderly. This was a very good thing.
Deciding not to pay much atention to them for now, Bakura sat down in his throne and waited for the servants to return his other slave to him. Bakura scanned the crowds out of habit as he waited, not realy intrested in another slave but keeping up apearances.
It was about fifteen minuts later when the servant apeared again, handing over the chain to the collar around the boy's neck. Bakura looked the slave over to make sure that he was indeed cleaned to satisfaction, and found that not only was he cleaned, but his hair had been brushed as well. Satisfied, indeed even pleased, Bakura cliped the chain to the sid of his chair other than his first two slaves and pulled the boy down in his lap. A slight wimper of pain and fear was the only sound the boy made, and Bakura was pleased. Many slaves would have cried out at such rough treatment so soon after being raped, and for him not to showed either exeptional training, or a very strong will. Either case was acceptable to Bakura, and though he would have prefered the latter, he was fairly certain the former was true.
Since the gathering wasnt over untill dawn, Bakura had several hours to amuse himself now that he had what he wanted. Smirking, Bakura started with the boy in his lap, using his hands to memorize every crevice of the boys body.
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