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Naraku's Den
By : Animecrazygirl
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Disclaimer:
I don't own Inuyasha.
To
those of you who don't like to have our beloved Inuyasha
characters turned into twisted, perverted and simply act in a manner not
befitting our original image of them, you maybe should not read this. This two
chapter one shot was written because of my writers block, and because the idea
would not leave my head. You guys have to let me know if I should bother to
post the rest. Thanks for reviewing.
Naraku's Den
Chapter
One
This
story is told in Kagome's POV.
The
Club is called Naraku's Den. It happens once a month
you told me, and it's very difficult to get tickets. It happens in a condemned
building downtown. As we walk up the rough hewn staircase, and we reach the red
velvet curtain, a steamy wave of warm, comforting air escapes out from the
club, smelling of liquor, cigarettes, perfume and sex. It caresses my face and
the rest of me. It makes my nipples stand out hard.
You're
in charge tonight. You hand the guy at the door a hundred dollar bill and don't
need to tell him to keep the change, because there isn't any. He's a drop dead
gorgeous, exotic looking athletic type with long black hair pulled back in a
pony tail. His voice was deep and silky as he directs us toward the dressing
rooms-or more accurately undressing rooms. As we past him, you turn to me and
hold up a tiny slip of shimmering fabric. It looks much too small to be a
handkerchief. Then I notice that it's shaped like a triangle, with thin elastic
bands.
"What's
that?" I ask you.
&'>"It's
what you'll be wearing," You tell me.
I
can feel my face go hot. I stammer. "You can't be serious."
You
smile that wicked smile that makes your amber eyes flash. You chuckle that
cruel chuckle that tells me you are serious, and makes me melt deep inside. I
know, then, that I'm going to be doing exactly what you tell me to do, no
matter what that is.
"You
said you'd wear anything I want you to," you say.
I
unbutton my coat and pull it open, showing you the sexy black latex bra and
panties I tried on for you, meeting with your eager approval, so eager I can
still feel the ache in my pussy where you tucked the crotch of the panties to
one side and fingered me until I came violently on your hand. I meekly take the
g-string out of your hand. I glance down at my black lace up footwear.
"May I keep the boots?"
You
reach under your coat and you hold up a pair of shimmering white strappy sandals with impossibly high heels. They match the
g-string perfectly. Tangled with the straps is a thin white chocker with a
small round jewel at the center. I look at you with my eyes wide, frightened
and excited as I realize what it is.
"Yes,"
you tell me. "It's what you think it is."
"What
does this mean?" I ask breathlessly, feeling the warmth growing between my
legs.
"It
means what you already know," You say. "That tonight we are playing
by my rules."
My
breath catching in my throat, I nod. Blushing like crazy I take the shoes and
the choker from you and walk down the corridor into the undressingm. Tm. The
little room has an attendant handing out paper bags with numbers on them. All
around me women are undressing, the scent of female bodies overpowering and
heady. I wonder what you've got in store for me tonight. It scares me a little
to give up so much control, but I can't deny the heat it causes densidnside of
me. I accept the bag and go to a corner to change my clothes. The other women
glance at me, some of them smiling flirtatiously. Will this be the night you
have me make love to woman? I gave you permission to do anything, and this is
what you wanted, to have me naked, or almost naked in a club full of sexy men
and women. I know I'm under your power, I know I'll do whatever you tell me to
do. I've fantasized about other women, and I get really turned on watching two
women go at it. But usually I watch from the safety of my couch, and they are
usually on TV. I've never been with a woman. Will I walk out of here no longer
a straight woman?
It
makes my pussy ache so bad that I'm afraid the other women can smell it. I
squeeze into the tiny G-string. It's so small that it couldn't come to more
than half an inch above my clit. The crotch is so narrow that it almost reveals
the lips of my sex.
I
step into the hieeleeeled shoes and feeling my breath catch in my chest, I put
the chocker around my neck. I stuff my other clothes into the paper bag and
give it to the attendant.
When
I leave the dressing room, I find you in the hallway; you are wearing only your
tight leather pants. Combined with your long silky black hair, you are the
picture of power. Your chest is sliith ith sweat and your cock bulges against the
crotch. My heart stops as I see what you've got in your hand. You're holding a
coil of ropes. You turn me around, lean me against the wall, and begin to tie
my hands behind my back. I close my eyes and feel the sensations of bondage as
you tightly restrain my wrists. My breasts press against the cold wall of the
hallway, my nipples hard against it. I feel helpless, utterly owned by you. It
makes my nipples harder, makes my pussy get hot and wet in the tiny G-string.
But
you don't stop with my wrists.
You
cinch coils of rope around my elbows, then my upper arms, pulling my shoulders
back roughly. Now I really I'm helpless, forced to stand wi9th my shoulders
back and my breasts thrust out. I realize what you have in mind when you reach
around and cross ropes in an "X" between my breasts. You're good with
ropes, and you know exactly what you're doing. You pull the ropes tight and
begin to knot them, tying them off in an elaborate harness that fixes the ropes
restraining my upper arms; it goes even further to force my breasts out, does
even more to make them obvious. You lean close to me and finish off the knots.
"Tonight it's all about you," you whisper in my end Ind I feel myself
shivering. "Your tits especially, they belong to everyone who wants them.
Anyone who wants them can have them. I'm going to invite people to touch them,
all people, anyone here who wants to feel your tits or suck on them. I'm
handing you over to the crowd. You said you'd wear anything, do anything I
wanted. Are you ready for this?"
I
search for the words, but I can't bear to say them. Scared as I am, I don't
want it to stop. I want it to happen.
"Good,"
you tell me. "Let's show you off."
You've
given yourself a short rope handle. You pull me away from the wall and position
me toward the black curtain that leads into the club. The black velvet brushes
my nipples as I pass through, and I gasp. Tottering on my high heels, steadied
only by your hand, I march into the club. There's no full nudity allowed, but
there is everything but. Still no one is as naked as me. No one is as exposed.
The club is packed with men and women with bare breasts, but not many. More
women than men, I guess the work the list out that way. There are lots of
female couples, whether they are girlfriends out together or lovers dolled up
for the night. I don't know. What I do know is that they're all looking at me.
My breasts, my face, and at my body. I can feel their stares
hot on my breasts, their eyes open with invitation, and their lips parted in
heavy breathing lust. It turns me on more than I thought it would. It excites
me so intensely that I can feel the slipperiness between my legs as I walk. I
can feel the lips of my sex parting around the crotch of the G-string as it
tugs up between them exposing me. I'm so wet I'm afraid I'll start dripping on
the floor. But what really turns me on is that while they look at me with lust
open, shameless, unapologetic lust, for my tightly bound breasts and for me, they don't look at me when it's time to express the
wordless invitation. They look at you.
I
realize what I am; I'm eye candy, a toy. I'm not a person anymore. I'm just a
lovely pair of breasts bound tight and offered to all takers. I'm just a body
for everyone to use with your permission, not mine.
You
guide me over to a small cocktail table where pair of gorgeous men are sitting. They are staring at me hungrily. One, a tall
beautiful man with long beautiful silver hair and golden eyes he was shirtless
and his well formed torso gleamed under the soft lighting. His skin was a pale
alabaster in contrast to that of his companion who also had long flowing silver
hair but unlike the other who had a worldly air about him even though he was
almost naked, the other exudes an air of mischienessness. He gave me a cocky
one- sided smirk, but god was he handsome, they both were.
To
be continued�
A/N:
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