Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Hiei's Mirror ❯ Mental Torture ( Chapter 11 )

I went back and changed this chapter to include the rape scene, so if you don't like rape, then don't read! The story actually make sense without this chapter, anyway, you know.

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Kurama woke up with his head pounding even more, though he hadn't even thought that was possible before. Now he knew it was, and he deeply regretted that knowledge. He shifted to touch his head check for wounds, and realized he couldn't. From his last awakening, he realized more quickly he was bound, but now differently. Before he'd been crawling with vines that held him fast to a pillar, but it was different now. Before he'd been upright - now he was on his back, each of his limbs pulled to a different corner of… whatever he was on. Once again, what held him were rotted, dead vines, though this time tighter and rougher. A tight gag pinched deeply into his cheek, cutting off any scream or any words.

With a jolt, he realized what he was on. It wasn't a device of torture (at least not painful torture). It wasn't something there just to keep him from escaping. It was the worst possible things he could have imagined. Far worse than any bed of needles, a bed of coals, or a steel table for holding him tight while they branded him. More terrible than thumbscrews, or chains with blade edges to dig into him if he even twitched. More traumatizing, mentally agonizing, infamous Chinese Water Torture, or any of the things mentioned earlier in the paragraph in any sort of combination whatsoever.

It was a bed. And he was helpless. And she was a woman. Kurama swallowed hard, realizing his situation. He shook, closing his eyes tightly and calculating the odds of either getting away or being rescued (if they even considered him to still be alive) before she came.

Very, very small.

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She slid through the door like an ethereal ghost, nearly naked in a thin silk gown that reached her feet. She smiled coyly, viciously, cruelly. The vines binding him writhed in her anticipation - olive skin shone, and she floated to him, then bent to brush her lips against his cheeks.

“You're awake,” she purred, her voice a musical chime. She stroked his read hair lovingly. “Good. Nothing is fun with the humans around here.” She shifted back; he tilted his head to keep his eye on her, as if seeing her could stop her. Yet he could not even do that - one of the vines coiled around his neck and forced him to look only up and forward. Her midnight black hair fell on his face, and he longed to brush the coiled beauty away.

She caressed his cheek, her breath tickling is neck tauntingly. “The humans Goouna brings me are so weak. They break so… easily.” She hissed the last word, then the next thing Kurama knew, she was in bed with him, tearing the gag off his mouth with her teeth, kissing him passionately while she caressed. The vines twisted with her, holding him too tightly to resists other than to struggle feebly to pull away, yet moving enough for her to manipulate him. Kurama instinctively found the flow of movement of the vines and went with it to pull himself away.

The woman found distance between their lips and snarled, then, with her dainty fingers already in his long crimson hair, yanked his head up and back toward hers, thus tightening the vine already taut around his neck and cutting off his air. Unable to breathe, his mouth on hers once again as she kissed him viciously and hard, he thrashed desperately for air. She pulled her head away from his, pulling his back a little more instead of letting go, and laughed. Descending her lips back to his as he struggled, she explored his mouth with her tongue.

Kurama thrashed even more desperately, an ache beginning to set in inside his bones in head. Dizzy, with black spots flashing in his vision, he fought to push her away - to loosen the vine around his neck as it grew tighter - just to have one last breath of air. Head pounding, the black spots covered his vision completely, his movements becoming even feebler with every passing moment, his head began to swim…

The woman growled in pleasure as he moaned in pain, the vibrations of the sound traveling from her tongue in his mouth to her mouth. She slid his head back down to the pillow, the vine loosening as she hissed delicately in his ear, “Wouldn't want you to pass out during such fun, lovely.” She plunged her tongue back into his mouth as he began to gasp, preventing him from gaining the life-giving air in gulps as he intended. Barely coherent, he breathed hard through his nose and groaned in all the protest he could manage as she clawed at his clothes with her mouth still on and in his.

She found the button on his pants and undid it, then slid one of her hands back up under his head, forcing it up and tightening the vine around his neck again. She teasing his head up and down, keeping him barely hanging on to consciousness, a little more than halfway aware of himself, and utterly defenseless. Her other hand still grappled with their clothes - now that his pants where off and her legs pulling them even more off, she concentrated on her own dress.

Naked, she pulled her hand away from his hair and took his hand, bringing it to rest on her butt. He was now almost completely unbound, now that he was weak and barely coherent. She caressed him hard, one hand around his privates and her fingers of her other hand digging into his back. She tore what was left of his shirt off of him, biting his shoulders and caressing his neck and torso with her tongue.

He shifted them slightly - they tumbled off the bed onto the floor, he landing on top of her. She ignored it, coming at him hard and forcing him into her. But now he was thrashing on the floor, struggling once more - her vines whipped around his wrists, dragging him back onto the bed. They pulled her to her feet, helping her climb back on top of him as they wrapped around him loosely and tightly around his neck. Then the woman and her vines began to play the strangling game again, as an exhausted Kurama resisted feebly, knowing he could never win.

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She left him there when she was done with him some time later, leaving him exhausted, naked, and still bound on the bed. She whispered wickedly in his ear while she pushed herself off the bed that she'd be back soon to have another session.

Kurama shook slightly, but he felt an odd triumph at what he'd accomplished. He'd been waiting for her to slip up, and she did - she lost herself in the ecstasy, and then she slipped up. She put too much life into herself, and she was her vines. He found out during their session that she could only control dead vines, but all the bliss and passion had done something she could not control.

Her happiness bled off into the vines holding him, reviving them. As soon as they had regained that spark of life, they could not hear her, but they had been dying fast. He'd given them his energy, fed them with his aura, and now they thrived. They could listen to him.

Triumphant, he simply asked them to release him. They did - he tumbled out of bed with a glorious ache - he was now free, free to feel his own pain, control his own body, and perhaps find enough about the young lady to imprison, ruin, or kill her.

Whatever was easiest.

For the first time in nearly two decades, he felt that passion, that sense of excitement, adventure, ruthlessness that Hiei had so craved and threw himself himself so recklessly at every day.

He began to calculate, formulate a plan to get her back in a just as painful, if not more painful, way. First he needed to find some clothes - then he'd need to figure out if she had any of the others, or if she knew where they where…

This woman had, more than likely, killed his family, or at least terrified them. This woman had killed or endangered his friends. This woman had used him in mentally torturous ways. This left him with only one thought, one pure focus, the one true fact in life that both Kurama's personality and Youko's personality agreed upon.

She was going to pay.

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I don't really know where this chapter came from. I just thought Goouna should have an accomplice, and why not a woman? And what would 99.99% of the world's population of evil woman do to poor Kurama when he was helpless? I mean, he is cute… not that I'm saying I would…anyway, please review. And thank you very much if you have already done so. No flames on this chapter, please!