Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Pet Fox ❯ Violation ( Chapter 3 )

XD Whoohoo! Evil cliffhangers are such fun to leave! But... they're even better to re-lieve! *rimshot* Bad pun, I know... -.-; Please, enjoy the chapter, and thanks so much for the reviews! *bows*

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"Kurama!" Hiei yelled. He could see the lumbering form of Yato leaning over the kitsune's unconscious body. Yusuke was lying somewhere to his right, struggling to his feet. "Yusuke, get out of here!"

The teen ignored him. Even though the gas was slowing all of his functions, he was still willing to fight. "You don't think I'd let you have all of the fu-" He paused, going into a coughing fit.

Before Hiei could open his mouth again, Yato turned to him, eyes gleaming. He held Kurama by the front of his shirt like a rag doll. "Well... would you just look at all of this excess baggage..."

Hiei took a step forward, then found that he could advance no more. "What are you doing, fool?" he hissed.

Yato smirked. "I am claiming my prize." A flash of silver light encompassed the warehouse, filling the room with a blinding brightness.

Yusuke shielded his eyes with an arm while Hiei turned his head, eyes closed.

When they looked up, they found themselves outside, in the fresh air. As Yusuke relearned how to breathe, Hiei made a startling discovery.

The warehouse had disappeared. "No..."

Yusuke glanced up. "What the hell?" He stepped toward the koorime as if searching for affirmation, but he needed none. The scenery was exactly the same as it had been, except for the absence of a large building.

And a kitsune.

"He took Kurama!" Yusuke growled, clenching his fists at his sides. Hiei resheathed his sword, then pulled his black cape tighter around his body, beginning to walk away. "Where are you going, Hiei? We have to find him!"

Hiei turned. "Take a look around, detective. There is no reason to remain here. There is no trace of the trail that Koenma mentioned. This place is clean. Instead of sitting here like fools, we could enlist his aid."

Yusuke fell silent for a moment. Hiei, admitting that they needed help? After only a moment's hesitation, the teen nodded. "Okay. Let's go." He flipped open the fashion no-no compact that doubled as a two way communicator and contacted Botan for some transportation.

Though Hiei showed nothing outwardly, he was inwardly seething. Yusuke had not been able to see what the koorime had seen in Yato's eyes. He couldn't come close to realizing exactly what that look meant. 'Touch him, Yato, and die.'

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Kurama came awake in stages, regaining one of his senses at a time. He first became aware of the dank smell of his location. It smelled of blood, sweat, and... something more viscous. Not a good sign.

Next, he felt cool metal at his wrists and ankles. Shackles. And from the gravelly feeling at his back, he was anchored to a wall. His arms were stretched above his head; his feet were flat on the floor, but they were useless attached to the cold stone. Also not a good sign.

As his hearing returned in a rush, murmured voices carried to his ears: "I think he's wakin' up!" "Tol' ya he was a pretty thing, huh?"

Kurama dreaded opening his eyes, knowing that it was about to get a lot worse.

He didn't have to, however. A large hand extended and pulled his chin upward from his chest, and thick fingers rolled his eyelids upward. Kurama involuntarily flinched, expecting bright light to flood his sensitive eyes, but there was no pain. The room was dimly lit by four torches, one on each one of the stone walls. The largest was directly over his head.

"Oi, Boss! 'E's awake!"

Kurama cursed himself for flinching, but since his consciousness was now known to all present, he took the opportunity to observe the situation.

Also not good.

The demon that had forced his eyes open stepped back, allowing Kurama to see the rest of the room. Four demons shared his chamber, and all eight eyes were fixed on the kitsune. The one who had called to his 'boss' had long greenish hair. A hyperelongated fang stretched out of his mouth and nearly touched his chin. The others were still in shadow, but he could see their red eyes staring at him.

No-

One pair was gold.

Yato stepped into the circle of light created by the closest torch. He kneeled beside Kurama, who instinctively moved back, pressing himself more firmly against the wall. He tried to pull his arms down and snap the chains, but there was absolutely no give. Yato must have seen his reaction, because he reached his fingertips forward and brushed them across the shackles.

"A type of Makai steel... damn near unbreakable," he hissed, so close that Kurama felt his breath roll across his face. The kitsune turned his head. Yato feigned hurt. "Giving me the silent treatment, eh? Well, how about this... they lock more than your limbs. They lock your very energy."

"What?" Kurama couldn't keep that one word from passing his lips.

"You are normally strong enough to break these chains, so they were enchanted. You're mine." Yato licked his lips. "Or should I say, ours."

Kurama became uncomfortably aware that two of the three other demons had moved into the light cast by the torch. They were eyeing the kitsune with desire, the torchlight dancing across their lust-filled eyes. His eyes widened and he tugged with renewed fervor at the bonds.

The green-haired demon snickered. "I think 'e finally gets it, eh Boss?"

The second guard, who had short violet hair pulled into a ponytail, tossed his head back, laughing at the ceiling. "Ya got nothin' but human power now, fox. And that ain't gonna save ya!"

Yato grinned. He extended the index finger of the hand that was on the manacle and slit Kurama's sleeve to the armpit with an elongated claw. The kitsune gasped and tried to move away, but he could do nothing against the hold of the chains.

Violet-Hair stepped closer to the wall. "Oi, boss? When're we gonna get a turn?"

Kurama's mind had yet to click into motion. He couldn't believe that they would... they would...

"NO!" The kitsune pulled frantically at his bonds, and Green-Hair stepped up and pinned one of his arms to the wall.

"Oi, Zei, get 'is legs! Make yerself useful!"

The last demon stepped forward. His hair was the same hue as Yato's, but cut to the level of his ears. "Brother, do you think this is wise?"

Kurama couldn't keep himself from starting at the demon's educated tone. The others had been so... simple.

Yato ripped Kurama's shirt from his chest and flung it to the ground behind him. The motion was so swift that the fox could not react. The large demon pressed a hand to Kurama's chest. "Yes, I do, Zei. We can't let the prince have all of the fun."

Zei snorted. "He'd want this one. Hui, release him."

The green-haired guard kept his hold on Kurama's arm. "No way! 'E's not gettin' off that easy!" Hui spoke to his violet-haired cohort. "Kin! Get 'is legs!"

When Kin complied, Zei turned his back on the others. "I will not aid the kitsune, but Prince Kurai has a right to know of our little visitor." He strode from the room, slamming the heavy wooden door behind him.

Yato shrugged, then leaned into Kurama. "Zei thinks he rules us because he's the prince's right hand man... but that's fine. He doesn't know what he's missing." With that, he darted his head forward and pressed his mouth to the kitsune's.

Kurama jerked back, forgetting his situation for a moment, and the back of his head struck the wall, making his vision blur for a moment. There was a stinging pain as Yato's fangs pierced his bottom lip, and blood began to flow from the small punctures.

Hui and Kin shivered simultaneously at the scent of the blood, and Yato licked up every drop, groaning and pressing himself against the prisoner. When Kurama tried to move his head, the lead guard grabbed fistfuls of his hair and held him still.

Kurama felt panic welling up in him, making his thoughts erratic. His squirming became frantic writhing as he struggled to free himself from the demons' grasp - to no avail.

When Yato finally drew back, his lips stained crimson, Kurama did the first thing he thought of-

He spat in his face.

Yato just stared for a moment, then uttered a harsh laugh as he wiped the spittle from his face. "You're asking for it, fox." He drew his hand back and slapped Kurama soundly, hard enough to daze him and leave his ears ringing. Kin and Hui released the temporarily disoriented kitsune and began shedding their clothing.

Kurama coughed, bringing a small amount of blood into his mouth. "Why are you doing this?" he managed finally. Yato's grin twisted.

"Our prince feeds us on sexual energy. It's like a drug..." In a lightning quick motion, he smacked Kurama again, across the other cheek.

Kurama slumped slightly in his chains, but managed to keep his feet. What they had said was true; his body was reacting as if he had no demon blood at all.

With one last lecherous smirk, Yato stepped back. "You two get our little toy ready," he muttered to the other two guards, who leapt forward eagerly. As the head guard began to undo the ties on the front of his leather shirt, he never took his eyes from the distressed fox.

Hui pressed his nude body against Kurama, leaning forward to kiss him deeply. As his tongue lapped up the blood that had been spilled during Yato's onslaught, a coherent thought passed through the kitsune's mind.

He bit down, as hard as he could.

Hui did nothing for an instant, then a high-pitched keening sound came from his throat and his pelvis bucked forward involuntarily.

Yato laughed. "We all enjoy pain here. Bite him harder, if you wish."

Kurama immediately lifted his teeth from Hui's tongue, but the damage was already done. The green-haired demon stared back at him for a moment, then called to his comrade. "Oi, Kin! Is there a reason why 'e's still dressed?"

Kin sauntered up behind Hui and crossed his arms over the other's abdomen. "No. Don't think so."

Kurama wanted to shout, but he knew that it would just give them what they wanted. They wanted to make him fear. They wanted to hear his anguish. They wanted...

...him...

Kin's hands deftly stretched from behind Hui's back and rested on Kurama's hips. The fox never stopped squirming, but all motions were futile. The guard's claws effortlessly slit the fabric from his waist to his ankles, and soon Kurama was nude before them.

Hui let out a low whistle. "Mmm! Good choice, Boss!" Kin agreed, and Yato stepped back into the light, relieved from the leather.

"He is a little gem, eh?"

Though Kurama was disgusted and fearful of the entire situation, he found himself semi-erect. Their vicious treatment was appealing to his kitsune side, though he still wished he could kill them all and escape.

Kin pressed himself against Hui's back until the two were melded together. He then stepped back, drawing his partner with him as he moved his hips enticingly. Hui groaned and shut his eyes. "Damn it, Kin... Tease..."

Yato returned to Kurama's side. "Do you remember what I said, fox?" He wrapped the fingers of one hand around the pin that held the hand shackles to the wall. "I said I wouldn't kill you..." He pulled the pin from the wall, then pushed Kurama face-down on the ground. The ankle chains were long enough so that he lay a good distance from the wall. "But I never said I wouldn't hurt you..."

Yato then knelt behind the kitsune and pulled his shackled arms behind his back with his right hand, bending the elbows severely. "Time for the pain, fox."

Hui and Kin's eyes were fixed on the two on the floor. Kin had taken hold of Hui's erection and was slowly stroking it, while maintaining the gentle friction against the other demon's backside.

Kurama groaned; Yato was holding his arms at such an angle that, if the fox moved, he'd probably dislocate them. He heard a command from somewhere above: "Hui." The kitsune screwed his eyes shut. He had never felt so helpless. There was absolutely nothing that he could do...

He tried to ignore the moan from Yato's lips as Hui slid his mouth over the leader's hardness. "Ahh..." The subordinate demon swirled his tongue around the tip, savoring the liquid already dripping from the shaft before plunging the entire length into his mouth.

"Shit!" Yato's back arched and he unintentionally pulled back on Kurama's arms, evoking a pained cry from the prostrate kitsune. Yato gave a shaky laugh. "Sound ready to you boys?"

Hui and Kin nodded slowly before turning to each other with lust-darkened eyes. As Yato positioned himself at Kurama's opening, Kin began to nurse his partner's erection.

Kurama couldn't suppress a panicked shudder. This was so wrong... so wrong...

In one swift motion, Yato sheathed himself within the bound kitsune. Kurama could hold his tongue no longer. The pain of being stretched with no preparation gave rise to an anguished scream. His back bowed, bringing him away from the floor.

"Yes... scream..." Sweat dripped down Yato's face in beads. "Pain...makes pleasure..." He pulled almost completely out before slamming back into the fox, full force. "AH!"

Kin pulled his mouth from Hui's member and straddled him swiftly, facing his feet, his eyes fixed on Kurama and Yato. The waves of energy and arousal pulsing through the room seemed to make it stifling hot. The violet-haired demon lowered himself slowly, letting loose a sigh or groan every time he moved. He kept one hand on his erection, stroking it as he moved. Then, Hui sat up, cradling Kin in his lap, grabbed the other's hips, and began to move him until Kin was riding him wildly, lost in waves of pleasure.

For Kurama, however, it was pain that he was riding. He could feel his own blood acting as lubricant for Yato's hardness. Cries burst from his throat every time Yato re-entered his opening, and the guard's thrusts were becoming erratic, less controlled.

"Unh... KIN!" With a shuddering cry, Hui reached his climax, pulling Kin even harder against him. Kin gave an answering yell and emptied his seed over his hand, his head thrown back on Hui's shoulder. When both were spent, Kin pulled himself off of Hui's satiated member, and the two rolled to their sides, kissing deeply.

Yato allowed another moan to escape his lips when he heard the others' release, and lifted his left hand. He slashed four deep gashes in Kurama's back, and the kitsune cried out in half-pain, half-pleasure. Though he was being violated in the worst way, he was still painfully hard.

As soon as Yato pressed his mouth to the wounds and tasted the fox's blood, he lost all semblance of control. His throbbing hardness moved almost impossibly fast, but it seemed like ages before he came, shuddering and screaming. In his last few rapid strokes, his erection brushed the bundle of nerves deep inside Kurama and the kitsune's body betrayed him. His release came without physical touch, and the pleasure was enough to leave him reeling.

Yato finally pulled out, smirking. Kurama lay on his stomach, panting; he could feel his own semen beneath him. The leader leaned over him, and lifted the kitsune's head. "This is far from over. You're ours now." He grabbed the pin on the manacles and drove it back into the wall, very low so that Kurama could lie down. That done, he barked a short laugh, and he left with Kin and Hui flanking him.

Kurama curled in on himself as much as he could in the restraints. His mind was in too much shock to register what had just happened. He settled for whispering something silently, then he blacked out.

"Hiei... Yusuke..."

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*sniff* What have I done?!?! Oh... wait... that was the challenge. Nevermind then! ^^ That was my first non-con scene, and I'd appreciate feedback! Any suggestions? Favorite tortures, perhaps? *winks*