Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Sins Of The Pharaoh ❯ Obedience ( Chapter 16 )

WARNING: YAMI X BAKURA NCS! RAPE TOWARDS END OF CHAPTER!

 

Obedience

 

Bakura sat in the corner of the cold dungeon cell. There was only one barred window to the outside world at the very top of his cell. Hot and humid desert air made him sweat during the day with no water to quench his aching thirst. At night, cold air flooded the cell making him want to give his life for a blanket. The sweat which had covered him during the day now made him shiver when the cold night air hit his exposed skin.

Anubis unlocked the cell, his guards carrying two buckets of cold, icy water. He grinned at the sleeping thief curled up in the corner asleep and shivering.

The general nodded to his guards, who splashed the two buckets of cold water on Bakura.

The prisoner let out a loud scream as the cold water hit his already cold skin.

“Wake up, you dirty rat!”

Bakura wrapped his arms around himself and shivered. “B-B-Bastard.”

“What was that?” Anubis asked with a grin.

Bakura glared at the general, his lip twitching from the cold. “Bastard.”

Anubis looked at the two guards. “You hear that, boys? We're bastards! Us! He must not be thinking clearly. What do you say we teach our newest caged bird a little respect?”

The two guards grabbed Bakura by the arms as Anubis approached the struggling prisoner. Anubis grabbed a handful of Bakura's hair and pulled it back, exposing Bakura's throat. “I suggest you change your tune if you want to live.”

A low, menacing growl came from the prisoner.

Anubis pulled back his arm and slammed a fist into Bakura's gut hard and fast. The prisoner squinted his eyes tightly and struggled to take in a breath.

“Nobody said that you are allowed to breathe, Bakura,” Anubis laughed as the two prisoners threw Bakura into the stone wall.

The prisoner collapsed to the ground holding his punched stomach.

The two guards laughed and kicked his hips and head.

Anubis crossed his arms in satisfaction as his two guards kicked Bakura's temple, opening it up and making it bleed.

“Pick him up, men!”

The two guards picked up Bakura, bleeding out of the head and the mouth.

Anubis looked at Bakura's stomach and hip where bruises were bursting forth. “You're not bruised enough yet. I don't think you learned your lesson.”

Anubis backslapped Bakura's face, making him spit blood onto the dungeon's stone walls. The general punched the prisoner once again in the ribcage.

The prisoner squinted again and struggled to pull in a breath.

“Put him down.”

The two guards threw Bakura into the wall again. The beaten prisoner wheezed as his body struggled to bring air into his lungs.

“Maybe that will teach you some respect,” Anubis said with a sneer.

Anubis and his guards left laughing.

The general walked towards the end of the hall and saw the hungry dogs in the cell bark, growl, and snap their jaws hungrily.

“The dogs look hungry, General Anubis.”

Anubis looked at the cell beside the hungry dogs. “Throw that prisoner to them. They'll enjoy the taste of human flesh for a change.”

“General Anubis!” a soldier called, racing down the hall. He saluted the general.

“What is it?”

“Pharaoh Yami wishes to see Bakura Itemri.”

Anubis nodded. “Inform the pharaoh that I will bring him up there promptly.”

“Yes, sir.”

Anubis grinned. “Looks like the pharaoh wants to have some fun with his new little toy.”

The sliding door opened and Bakura jumped back in pain. Anubis grinned.

“The pharaoh would like to have a few words with you, dog. Be a good little bitch and come quietly.”

Bakura narrowed his eyes. “I am not his bitch!”

Two more guards came in holding rope and shackles.

Anubis approached Bakura, trapping him in the corner. “You'll come quietly, Itemri, or you will be our bitch tonight as well.”

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Yami popped another grape into his mouth, brushing away a tiny trail of juice from his chin. He reclined comfortably on his royal couch in the throne room. His servant boys fanned him. Yami cupped the cheek of one of his boys.

“Jabade, my fingernails look a little dirty.”

The nine-year-old kneeled in front of the pharaoh and began cleaning his nails when the door to the throne room was thrown open. Yami's victim had his wrists in shackles and a collar around his neck. Two guards hold two separate ropes that connected to the collar.

Bakura was pushed to the ground. The thief's right hand went to his side. It burned and throbbed with Anubis' earlier beating.

He looked up at the pharaoh with a growl. The high and mighty pharaoh looked down at him with a sneer.

“So….you were the one with the Millennium Ring. Your accomplice died with the Millennium Rod in his possession. Where are the other items?”

Bakura shook his head. “I don't know where the they are located!”

Yami growled and stood up. He stepped down the three steps to stand in front of the prisoner. “I have the Millennium Puzzle! I have the Ring, Eye, and the Rod! You will tell me where the Key, Scales, and Necklace are located!”

Anubis pulled Bakura up to his knees by his hair, pulling back hard and rough. “You will answer the pharaoh when he speaks to you!”

“I do not know where the Key and Scales are. But you will never find the Necklace!” Bakura said with venom in his voice.

Yami slapped Bakura across the face. “You will tell me where the Necklace is located! You don't want to see me lose my patience!”

Bakura shivered as a new line of blood burst from his lip. “You will never find the items you need!”

Yami circled slowly around his prey, eyeing the bruises on his body. Bakura stood still as the pharaoh walked around him slowly. “I need these items to achieve supreme power. I want this power. I NEED this power. I want to be the sovereign over life and death. Why should only the gods have this power?”

Bakura narrowed his eyes. “Blasphemy! I've killed! I've maimed! I have disembowled! I've robbed from the riches homes of Cairo! But….I refuse to elevate myself above the god Ra. Nobody can be more powerful than the gods!”

Yami grinned. “I AM Ra himself!”

Bakura growled and clawed Yami's face. A trail of blood trailed down his face. “You are just as mortal as me, pharaoh! This proves it!”

Anubis threw Bakura to the ground and kicked his side. “You don't touch the pharaoh! You're not worthy!”

Bakura glared up at Yami with contempt. Yami scowled down at his prisoner with disdain.

Yami glared back at the prisoner. “Tell me where the items are, tomb robber! Despite what you think, I have power over you. I decide if you live or if you die.”

Bakura shook his head. “I will not give into you, pharaoh! If you want me to beg for death, I refuse! I will never beg for you to take my life!”

Yami kneeled, smiling at his prey. “You will beg for your life soon enough, my little captive. You will beg Anubis here to take his sword and pierce your heart. You will beg for release. Beg for an end to excruciating agony. You do not know the true meaning of the word pain. I will teach it to you, my new little pet.”

Bakura shuddered at the close proximity of the pharaoh. “Never,” he whispered.

“You will not tell me where the Necklace is?”

Bakura shook his head. “You'll have to kill me first. I will never tell you where it is hidden. No matter what you do to me, I'll never tell.”

Yami stood up and turned to Anubis. “It looks like we will have another public flogging tomorrow, Bakura Itemri. You will be the main attraction. Anubis, go prepare Bakura for another splendid night as my subservient little puppy.”

Bakura's heart leapt into his throat and the color drained from his face. `No! Not again!'

Yami grinned as he saw Bakura's horror in his eyes. He removed a piece of cloth from his robe. Anubis picked him up by the hair. Bakura struggled, but the guards held him motionless. Yami gagged Bakura with the cloth.

“I'll be in my chambers after a quick walk in the garden. Have him restrained by the wrists and ankles. Secure him on his stomach. I won't have to hear your pathetic screams this time, Bakura. By the end of the night, you will tell me where the Necklace is located. Get him out of my sight!”

Bakura struggled, screaming angrily through the gag in his mouth as he was pulled out of the room.

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Pharaoh Yami walked through the garden, smiling at the flowers in the sun. He reached down and plucked a flower from the bed.

A short distance away, he saw Seth sitting and staring ahead of himself, deep in thought.

“Good morning, High Priest.”

Seth looked up at the pharaoh. “Hello, my king.”

“Glorious day today, isn't it? Cairo is safe again.”

“Safe from what?”

“The scourge that is Bakura Itemri.”

Seth shook his head. “There are other criminals out there, you know. His sympathizers may want to rescue him.”

Pharaoh Yami laughed. “The criminals do not have their King. They won't be able to unite at all. I believe that we are safe.”

“I wouldn't be so sure.”

“Well, after tomorrow's little demonstration of my power, I highly doubt that the criminals of Cairo will remain here for too long.”

Seth looked up at the pharaoh. “What do you mean, my pharaoh?”

“Aria's father will be publicly whipped.”
Seth stood up and shook his head. “My pharaoh, please reconsider! If Bakura is whipped, the outlaws of Cairo will want to retaliate their leader's punishment!”

“My order stands. Bakura will be whipped in front of the entire town tomorrow afternoon. When Ra has reached his highest point in the sky, Bakura will be whipped. I suggest that you bring your servant girl. She will need to see what will happen if she tries to challenge my power.”

“She is but a child! I cannot subject her to her father being abused so cruel.”

Yami grinned. “I find your sympathy with this criminal entertaining, High Priest Seth. Do you condone the murder, rape, robbery, and disemboweling of the Nobility?”

“I do not condone any of those things on anyone, despite social class, my king!”

“So you believe that it is acceptable that a thief rapes a Noble?”

Seth shook his head. “No, I do not think that a thief should rape a Noble anymore than I think a Noble can take advantage of a thief.”

“Why?”

Seth crossed his arms. “It is wrong. Rape is wrong…no matter who does it. I do not think that it is acceptable by anyone.”

Yami grinned. “Your sympathy for these poor creatures astounds and confuses me. Nevertheless, Bakura is lucky that I do not chop off his head in front of the crowd. I still need him alive. He has the information I need to locate the missing Millennium Items that I do not have. He's more useful to me alive right now.”

“What about how Aria will be affected seeing her father whipped? I don't know if I could expose her to such horror.”

Yami chuckled. “You have a soft spot for that little dog of a servant girl. You care for her like a pet. I find it interesting that you actually care….and you are concerned….for her well-being.”

“She is a child, my pharaoh. I care for her on those grounds….and she is beautiful.”

“She may bear me the male heir that I have been waiting these many years for.”

A guard approached Yami and bowed before him. “My pharaoh, the prisoner is ready for your pleasure.”

“Very well.”

Seth raised an eyebrow. “Prisoner? Pleasure?”

Yami grinned at his High Priest. “Unlike you, High Priest Seth, I do not see these people worthy of my pity or my concern. I believe in `Eye for an Eye.' I'm going to deliver justice to someone who has terrorized the Nobility for fifteen years.”

“Bakura Itemri?”

Yami smiled with a glimmer of anticipation in his eye. “Maybe…..”

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Yami walked into his room and found Bakura struggling with the tight ropes and chains that fastened him to Yami's bed securely.

“So, my King of Thieves….you grace my bed once more.”

Bakura pulled harder at the restraints and tried looking over his shoulder, but his shoulders still ached from Anubis' beating earlier.

Yami grinned as he shut the door behind him. “You look just like you did those years ago….You haven't changed.”

Bakura narrowed his eyes. “You haven't changed either. You're still the snake you were back then.”

The pharaoh grinned and walked towards the bed, removing the dagger from his belt and placing on the side table. “Now you've gone and hurt my feelings, thief. I would have thought you would have missed having a royal lover.”

Bakura growled. “You are not the lover I could ever want!”

Yami chuckled as he sat by his captive. “Oh? I heard that you were the lover of Rayna, the High Priest's wife. I also know that Aria is your child.”

“What of it?” Bakura snarled.

“Temper, temper, my little toy….”

Bakura clenched his fists in the chains. “I'm not your toy!”

“I beg to differ. Anyone who comes to my bed is my toy. I don't see anything different between you or anyone else who has been to my bed.”

Bakura faced the wall, swallowing hard. He was chained up in the bed of a madman. His eyes went to a tiny handprint in blood on the white wall in front of him. Bakura's eyes widened.

“A child's handprint?!”

Yami's hand rested softly on Bakura's lower back and touched him with a smile. “You like it? I kept it there for posterity.”

“SO IT IS TRUE! I thought it was just a rumor!”

Yami grinned. “What is true?”

Bakura struggled harder in the chains, nearly knocking Yami off the bed. “You've had children here! I thought that was just a rumor! I thought no monster would dare do such a blasphemous thing! But I see that it is true!”

The pharaoh chuckled and reached between Bakura's legs. Yami wrapped his hands around Bakura's testicles and squeezed hard, making the thief squeak and scream.

“Let go of me, you bastard!”

Yami squeezed harder and Bakura whimpered into the sheets below his face, not wanting the pharaoh to see the tears of pain in his eyes or hear him want to scream.

`Don't give him the satisfaction of hearing your screams,' he thought.

Yami released his grip and Bakura breathed heavily. “You are just as gifted as I remember, Bakura.”

Bakura clenched his fists harder. “Don't touch me!”

Yami chuckled. “I fail to see the threat. You are tied down. I can do what I want.”

The pharaoh removed his robe and his jewelry, leaving him naked with a smile on his face. He wrapped his hand around his arousal as his eyes frisked the helpless victim before him.

Bakura kept his vision forward, focusing on the tiny handprint in blood on the wall.

Yami lifted up a bottle of oil on the side table and grinned at it. “I have used a lot of this in the past few weeks. I'm almost out. You know what that means, Bakura. I'm afraid you'll be a little dry when I take you.”

“You better leave me alone! I'll get you back for this, Pharaoh Yami, if it is the last thing I ever do!”

The pharaoh chuckled. “You won't be able to stop me, Bakura Osiris Itemri. You won't leave this palace alive. I'll make sure of that personally.”

Yami moaned a little as he stroked himself and ran his thumb over his tip. He stepped beside the bed.

“Do what you are told. Open wide.”

Bakura growled, clenching his teeth. The tomb robber gave the pharaoh a defiant look.

Yami narrowed his eyes and pinched Bakura's nose closed. The thief tried to pry his head away and gasp for breath, but the firm grip on his nose and his chains prevented a great deal of movement.

The thief opened up his mouth to breathe when Yami's arousal was immediately stuck between Bakura's lips. The pharaoh thrust inside Bakura's mouth with a pleasurable moan.

The thief struggled to pull himself away, but Yami was kneeling in front of him, thrusting inside his mouth.

“Bakura…..oh yes….”

Yami grabbed a fistful of Bakura's hair and guided him. Yami thrust inside Bakura's mouth, burying his arousal as deep into Bakura's mouth as it could go. The thief gagged, coughed, and sputtered around Yami's length.

“Oh, I'm sorry. You need air to breathe?” Yami grimaced as he pulled back.

The thief gagged and panted heavily as Yami removed himself.

“I thought you creatures breathed slime. You don't need to breathe air, Itemri.” Yami leaned down and pulled Bakura's head back. He stared into Bakura's brown eyes with contempt. “You are not worthy of breathing the same air I breathe. You are lower than the worm which crawls under the ground. You are beneath me. Bakura Itemri, you are a dog….a pathetic mongrel. In fact, I should dress you for the part which you are to play.”

Yami walked away and Bakura rested his head against the mattress. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard.

`Marik……'

Yami returned and shoved Bakura's head down on the mattress, smothering the thief. Yami wrapped a chain around Bakura's neck twice and pulled up.

The prisoner struggled to breathe as the pharaoh pulled back.

“Now you are an adequate dog….except for one thing.”

Yami grabbed a cloth belt and gagged Bakura's mouth. He pulled back on the chain, hearing the prisoner grunt and struggle for breath.

“Now you are an adequate dog.”

Bakura squinted his eyes closed tightly. When he did, he saw Marik in front of him, a sad expression on his face.

A warm, wet tongue licked behind his ear. He felt the pharaoh straddling his waist and sucking on his earlobe.

“You are behaving much better now, you know. You are so obedient when you've been tied down and nearly choked to death.”

Bakura closed his eyes tightly as Yami's fingernails clawed from his shoulders down to his back. The pharaoh's nails were sharp and dug as deep as they could.

“Aww….you didn't bleed. That's not right. Let's try this again.”

Yami dug his fingernails in deeper and pulled hard on the chains around Bakura's neck.

The thief choked and struggled for breath as the pharaoh smiled with pride.

When the tension on his neck was lessened, Bakura gasped for breath and coughed. He opened his eyes and saw Yami's bloody fingers in front of him.

“This is your blood, Bakura. It's so sweet.”

Yami moved Bakura's hair and kissed the back of his neck. The pharaoh kissed down Bakura's back slowly, lapping up some of the blood from the scratches he made on the thief's back.

Yami kissed Bakura's lower back, licking at Bakura's tailbone.

The thief closed his eyes tightly. `This isn't happening….This isn't the pharaoh…'

The thief's hips began shifting on the bed as Yami's tongue traveled over the curve of between Bakura's buttocks.

The tomb robber whimpered and began thrusting against the bed.

Yami kissed Bakura's right buttock, making Bakura lift his hips slightly off the bed.

The pharaoh grinned at Bakura's quiet moaning as his grinding. Yami rolled on his back under Bakura's hips and swallowed around the tomb robber's arousal.

The thief clenched his fists and his eyes tightly. `I must not give in….I must not give in to his lust.'

Yami licked the tip of the thief's arousal, making Bakura moan and whimper.

To his amazement, the tomb robber drew his hips away from him.

Yami wrapped his arms around Bakura's hips, pulling him down and deep-throating his prey.

The helpless prisoner tugged on his restraints and whimpered.

The pharaoh pulled back from the thief and kneeled behind him. “It looks like I do not have enough lubrication to enter you.” Yami grinned and eyed the dagger on the side table. “We'll make some!”

Yami grabbed the dagger and removed it from the sheath. “This is what you deserve, you dog!”

Yami took the dagger and buried the tip in Bakura's shoulder blade.

The thief screamed loudly as the pharaoh dragged the cut downwards. Blood poured out from the open wound.

“Still not enough.”

He raised the knife again.

`STOP!' Bakura screamed in his mind loudly as Yami cut below his shoulder blade in a series of cuts.

“You will bleed for me, Bakura!”

Yami grinned at his work and grinded himself against the bound prey.

He covered his hand with Bakura's blood and touched himself. “This will make it more enjoyable….for both of us.”

Bakura's eyes closed tightly and bit his lip as he prepared himself for what the pharaoh had planned. A searing heat penetrated his body as he pharaoh buried himself into his body.

Bakura whimpered and bit through his lip, causing it to bleed.

Yami buried himself deep in Bakura and leaned over to kiss the thief's ear. With his other hand, he brought the blood-covered dagger around to Bakura's neck.

“You are such an obedient cur, Itemri,” Yami said as he thrust hard into his victim.

Bakura gasped for breath, hoping focusing on his breath will help control the pain.

The pharaoh chuckled. “I don't even get a wail of pain? I don't get a plea for me to spare your life?”

Bakura shook his head. `I will not beg…..'

“You are no fun,” Yami moaned, pounding the prey harder.

The pharaoh grinned as he pounded Bakura's body harder, moans of ecstasy rising loudly. A tug on the chains around Bakura's neck made him thrust harder into him.

`Marik….see me through this,' the tomb robber whimpered mentally.

Yami pounded harder into the body below him and moaned. “That's it, dog….Obey your master.”

Bakura clenched his fists tightly as he felt the pharaoh tense and spill his essence into him.

The pharaoh pulled his hips up and stroked him hard. Bakura failed to hold back his reaction, despite his attempt to control his body.

Bakura screamed loudly into the gag as he released hard into Yami's hand.

Yami chuckled. “That's a good boy, Bakura.”

Bakura collapsed on the bed, trembling. He fought his best not to give into his own orgasm.

`If I give in, I give him power.'

He thief panted heavily on the bed, his back on fire from the fresh cuts, his breathing hindered from the chain around his neck.

Yami grinned and kissed Bakura's neck. “Now that you have satiated my desires for now, it's back to the dungeon with you.” Yami removed Bakura's gag.

The thief turned his head to the side, his body trembling and bleeding. “You are a monster.”

Yami stepped beside his prey and slapped him across the face. “You have no right to speak!” The pharaoh leaned into Bakura's face. “Tell me. Where is the Necklace, Scales, and Key?”

Bakura opened his eyes. His vision was blurry and his body was on fire with pain. He shook his head. “I will not tell….”

Yami wrapped his robe around himself and left the room. “I'll be back to continue your punishment soon.”

The pharaoh left the room, leaving his victim struggling for breath and bleeding.

Bakura closed his eyes, trying to convince his body to slow down its breathing. `Rayna…..'

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Seth laid awake as the moonlight filtered through the white curtains on the window. The stars were twinkling in the sky.

[I'm going to deliver justice to someone who has terrorized the Nobility for fifteen years…]

Seth turned over on his side. His mind raced with the type of punishment that Yami had given Bakura.

Aria slept beside him.

Her eyes were closed and moving with her REM sleep.

Seth smiled as he brushed his hand over her tiny hand. Her hand was small and delicate.

Seth rolled over and stood up. He looked down at his sleeping servant and smiled.

“I'll be right back,” he whispered, pulling the covers over her further.

A small smile crossed her face as she snuggled into the clean sheets, her white, spiky hair draped over the pillow.

Seth wrapped his robe around himself and his cape. He carefully crept out of the room and shut the door carefully. The High Priest walked towards the steps to the dungeon where two guards were posted.

“I wish to see Bakura Itemri. Is he back in his cell?”

The guards nodded. “He is, High Priest.”

“I wish to see him.”

The two guards exchanged uncertain glances. “The pharaoh wants no one to see the prisoner.”

“Show him to me this instant, I say!”

The guards nodded. One of them lead Seth down the stairway to the dark, cold dungeon below.

The guard went to the first cell and pulled back the small window that allowed Seth to see inside.

Bakura was on his back on the floor. The moonlight illuminated the twitching, bloody, and bruised body.

“Let me inside.”

The guard nodded and unlocked the door.

Seth rushed inside the room and looked into the large brown eyes opened in horror.

“Bakura?”

The thief trembled in the cold air unresponsive. Bruises lined around the base of his neck.

Seth lifted his hand that he used to stabilize himself on the cold stone floor and found it coated in blood.

His eyes widened in fear as he saw the dark crimson covering his palm.

Seth grabbed Bakura and pushed him over on his side. Bakura's back was bleeding from scratchmarks and what appeared to be blade marks from a knife or dagger.

“Sweet Ra….”

The guards watched Seth intently.

“Do you see this?” Seth asked the guards.

“I see nothing. This thief deserves what he had coming to him.”

Seth shook his head. “This man looks butchered! What human being deserves this?!”

“Did his victims deserve that?”

Seth shook his head. “I doubt that Bakura committed those crimes.”

“His victims described a thief with white hair. He is the only one with white hair in Cairo.”

Seth rolled Bakura on his back. The thief's eyes turned towards him and he opened his mouth to talk.

Seth leaned in. “Bakura, your daughter is safe. I'll keep her safe for you.”

Bakura closed his eyes and opened them slowly. His mouth opened slowly as a faint trickle of blood came down his forehead. “I…..I…..”

“What is it, Bakura?”

Bakura let out a painful breath and winced. “I…I won't tell him.”

“Won't tell him what?”

Bakura's eyes rolled up and he closed his eyes. Bakura's head turned to the left, unconscious.

“Bakura?”

The thief didn't respond.

Seth stood up and looked down at Bakura's body. “Aria will be heart-broken to see her father whipped. I don't know if I can expose her to that type of cruelty.”

Seth looked down at the prisoner and sighed in resignation. He would have to let Aria decide what she wanted to do. It would not be easy for her, but he didn't want to expose her to anything which, he feel, she could not handle.

Yami desired her presence, but he was not certain he wanted Aria to see such a horrible spectacle.

Seth turned and walked out of the cell. He climbed the stairs, desperately trying to keep himself from vomiting.

He returned to his room, finding his servant girl still asleep.

Seth removed his robe and cape and slipped into bed.

The High Priest rolled over and watched the prisoner's little girl sleep, unaware that her father was suffering in the dungeon.