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She Is Our Miko (I)	By : darkduchess Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 39203 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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A/N: *Looks left then right, uploads and flees back into the gutter* Sorry >_<

Chapter 15:

Forced
Her freedom; gone.
Her will; tested.
Her body; ravished.
Her mind; devastated.
Dominated by him, she admits defeat.
(to be continued…) -D.O.D
Kagome crawled after Iku. She glanced up at him curiously from beneath her bangs as he escorted her down the hall after Inu Yasha. Looking around, she noticed that they were entering an area of the palace she’s never been. Everything in this area held a more practical quality. It didn’t really advertise wealth but strict order and practicality. Most befitting for an area designated for those due to be punished.
Growing closer to the doors at the end of vast hall, she watched the hanyou lord deposit his load none too gently on the floor outside and pointed angrily into the room ahead then stalked off. Watching the banished pair, she noticed that Aki seemed less willing than his companion who in turned seemed more than eager. The way the monk pranced toward the chambers, she would have assumed they were sent on holiday.
Kagome looked back up at Iku. He didn’t appear to look like a disappointed groomer ready to punish his ward. In fact he seemed to be in quite the pleasant mood. And he’s usually chattier than this. What changed, she wondered. “Eyes ahead sweetness.” He told her as he stopped right in the threshold of the chambers. “I’d be more worried about what’s inside this chamber rather than my mood swings.”
His ability to read her without really looking at her was uncanny. He seemed more in tuned with her than she herself. Was that a demon ability or natural intuition? Deciding not to think about it too much, she turned to watch Aki struggling in the hold of two groomers in black garb hoisting him high in the air holding his legs far apart. Dread and nervousness started to pool in her stomach watching them handle the young man. Another demon walked between his parted thighs to slather a thick clear substance between his tight butt cheeks. The handler’s fingers slowly pushed into his body making Aki whimper and pant. The muscles in his stomach heaving as fought the intrusion of the man’s fingers.
“What are they…”
“Keep watching, it gets better.” Iku cut her off jovially. If she didn’t know any better, she’d say he seemed genuinely amused by all this. What happened to her patient and playful friend? No, a better question; was he ever her friend? As if sensing her eyes still on him, he sent a reassuring smile down at her confusing her even more. Cruel companionship, cruel adoration, cruel affection was all she could make of the relationships she had in this palace. They handled her gently and carefully, she’d give them that, but under the smiles and lulling tones there was a harsh hardness that kept something inside her alert and conscious of everything they did.
She found herself marveling on how they managed to harmonize such contradictions; other times resenting it. It was as if this all was a game for them; her body acting as their playground. So she was left with two choices. Admit defeat and lament the hopeless of her situation or take initiative and strip them of the luxury of watching her suffer. She was sure that last thing they would expect would be a complacent pet.
She paused and cocked her head as she analyzed her thoughts. What an odd turn of contemplation, she mused.
Kagome watched the struggling trio approach a row of four jade statues lined up near a large red curtain. The drapery was made of velvet and looked heavy. Gold embroidery depicted abstract images of beastly figures of power and strength. It was lovely as well as intimidating as it hung on the large wall it covered.
The jade sculptures were life sized carvings of thickly muscled demon males with their arms held out as if waiting to embrace their next lover. But the most disturbing feature on the sculptures was the large erected cocks each of them possessed pointing heavenward. The details of each statute were painfully life-like, down to seemingly pulsing veins snaking down and around their turgid genitals. They even stood on braced feet that were mounted to the floor with their hips jutted out paying homage to their viewers with their cocks. It didn’t take a scholar to figure out what purpose these dastardly things had. Without their victims in their stiff arms, it was so very obvious.
Her mind stormed with mixed feeling at the sight of the demons carefully mounting Aki’s struggling body on the statue’s phallus with practiced eased. Every muscle in his young tight body stiffened and flexed as he was lowered carefully until the jade cock was embedded deep into his rear. His wrists were then crossed and shackled to two short chained cuffs mounted on the back of the statue’s neck. To keep unnecessary weight of his rear and ease the discomfort, Aki was forced to lock his long legs at the statues back with no shackles. When he remotely looked as if he wanted to lower a leg, he was promptly smacked across his thighs with a wide ribbed paddle that forced him to tighten his hold on the statue’s body. She can only imagine how tight his body gripped the statue’s phallus. It was practically singing with strain.
Her own body tightened in sympathy around the golden cock inside her puckered hole. “How horrible…” she exclaimed in a whisper watching as they did the same to a much more docile Miroku. The man seemed to embrace the statue lovingly as he was shackled in place as well. They didn’t have to threaten him with a swat to the rear as he held tightly to his statue. Such strain had to be horrible. How long did they have to stay like this?
“Is it?” Iku asked her inquisitively. “They don’t appear to mind it too much. These two frequent the Punishment Hall many a time so it isn’t as if they are ignorant to what goes on here. What's more is…this is only half of their punishment.” He stepped toward the row of statues then looked back at her. “Well come along. Let’s get you fitted. There a special metal lover just for you.” He all but purred making Kagome tremble uncontrollably. She grew more nervous and skittish the closer she crawled toward the row of statues. A look around the chamber told her that she, Aki and Miroku were the only three slaves here.
Quite a few demons uniformed in black long floor length velvet robes with silver embroidery lined up near tables that were covered in various equipment and menacing little torture devices that sparkled and shined under the candlelight. Their bare arms were linked behind them in a military fashion as they all watched her with leering eyes as she crawled after Iku, making her feel more vulnerable than ever. But the leer was neither one of disdain or repugnance….it was a look she could almost recognize as desire. The possible notion gave her a small thrill.
Her heart beat frantically as she tried to ignore their gazes. A thousand questions bounced around her mind each step she made across the cold marble floor. Would they hit her hard? Would they beat her constantly while she was chained helplessly to the statue? Would they take advantage of her? The unknown was wrecking her nerves.
As mad as it sounded, Kagome found she’d rather her punishment be handed out by her masters. Even with their lewd and perverse cruelty, she just knew her body wasn’t in true peril when it was at their mercy. She knew she was too valuable to mishandle. Yes, she was a toy for their entertainment, but a pricey toy nonetheless. Without them here, it made her feel more vulnerable, less protected in a way. Worthless even. Did they even know what Iku was doing with her? But then, they wouldn’t have placed her in Iku’s care unless they were certain she wouldn’t be damaged in any way…right?
If she could help it, she’d rather not get punished at all. Her skin still felt tingly from when Lord Sesshoumaru spanked her. Without thinking she whispered to the demon in front of her. “I’m sorry.”
He stopped to regard her over his shoulder. His dreamy green eyes appeared relaxed while her insides churned with nervousness. She felt ready to faint from the rush it all gave her. “What’s that sweetness? I don’t believe I’ve heard you.”
She looked up at him, glaring with narrowed eyes. She kept forgetting he can be a jerk when he’s of a mind to. “I said I’m sorry.” Her voiced failed her on the last word when she eyed all the demons in the chamber watching her closely. She felt so naked, so very naked.
Iku cocked his head as he regarded her then turned to query other demons on the chamber. “Did that sound remorseful to any of you?”
She heard various expressions of doubt from the other males in the room.
“I didn’t think so either.” Iku walk to the front of row statues to stand near a gold statute mounted on a large mantle. It stood to the front in the middle of Miroku’s and Aki’s statues putting her in clear view of them. “Come on sweetness. Let’s get this over with.”
“Isn’t there something else…here?” she looked around babbling pathetically. Frantically, her eyes scanned the dim lit room failing to find anything less menacing than what she was currently forced to face. Everything there screamed misery, pain, and embarrassment beyond measure.
Iku clicked his tongue at her reluctance like an impatient parent. “Come along now. You’re holding everyone up. These two are eager to get their punishment over with.” He smiled pointedly at Miroku who appeared dazed and flushed in his handsome face. Clearly he was enjoying himself. “Well, at least one of them are.”
She took a step back away from Iku when he neared her. He scowled down at her posture; it told him she was poised and ready to take off at slightest provocation. Calmly, Iku leaned against the statue. Not concerned for her attempt for an escape. “Do you really wish to play this game of defiance sweetness? You’ll only be adding to your punishment.” He said carefully in a tone that had her rooted to the spot in uncertainty. A taunting tone; he was testing her.
She knew she wouldn’t get anywhere and she knew the attempt was futile; foolish even. And kami only knows what’ll be in store for her should she try her luck.
“The choice is yours. A choice most here wouldn’t bother offering their wards. Consider yourself fortunate to be placed in the care of someone as considerate as me.”
“Considerate indeed…” She whispered sarcastically. Slowly, she crawled towards her groomer until she was at his feet looking at the floor and waited. The trembling in her body was at its worst when she watched his feet walk around out of her line of sight. She felt and heard nothing for a few moments and nearly passed out from the suspense until strong hands wrapped around her naked waist and hoisted her from the floor. She panicked and started to struggle; her arms flailing wildly and her legs kicking out.
Even with all her struggling Iku seemed to keep a firm hold on her with little effort. “Do you think it wise to fight me as I mount you on your throne of shame?” He asked patiently and Kagome stilled her movements to look at the said throne.
This one was a golden sculpture of a demon male lounging comfortably on a cushioned slab of marble with his hands planted behind him. The phallus on this one, while not as big as her masters, would still intimidate a maiden. Something she no longer was. Odd thing about that realization was that she found no sadness; maybe anger and resentment, but no sadness. Slowly, somewhere inside her she was accepting her fate here, but not unconditionally. Not without seeking something to compensate her for the loss. So she’ll play this game, she play it and turn this whole thing against them. Make a mission out of it, she will.
She felt herself being turned in Iku’s arms as he rounded the statue to stand before it. For a long moment he held her, his hand kneading her ass making her tighten around the phallus that was still deep inside her body, the hair unusually limp hanging from her body. He finally reached under her to slowly pull the metal cock from her body. The blessed feeling of her body being relieved of it was more rewarding than anything she could ever imagine. Her muscles practically melted making her completely lax in her groomer’s arms. The muscles of her anal cavity tingled with relief.
A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she felt him shuffle his feet beneath them, moving them close to the cold statue behind her. Unable to help herself, her legs locked around his waist. “Calm sweetness.” He encourage against her ear.
It almost seemed ridiculous to be afraid of a gold statue like she was. Already, she had forgotten her resolve to mold this situation to her advantage. Here she was putting on a show for everyone in the chamber acting like a skittish doe. Looking around, she caught their laughing leers as they observed her closely attempting to make her feel ashamed. But she had one for them though; she’ll show them.
“I’ll mount the statue myself Iku. You needn’t pacify me.” Kagome watched surprised show across his much too gorgeous face as she slowly loosened his hold on her body. Iku said nothing as he waited for her to completely release him.
Steeling herself, she released her hold on Iku’s robes and allowed him to place her on the large cushioned pedestal next to the statue without protest. Looking at her golden lover, her bravado was leaving her.
She was instructed to brace apart her knees to allow Iku coat her nether regions with a slimy oily lube making her flesh tightened and quiver under his kneading fingertips. Something he no doubly noticed if that smirk was anything to go by. Still, she managed to stay reserved and as dignified as someone in her position was able. A long digit probed her anus coating her completely inside and out before he stood back.
“You may mount your lover sweetness.” When she hesitated he goaded her. “Don’t worry, he wont hurt you.”
Annoyed, she haughtily crawled to the golden statue and threw a shaky leg over its thighs. Poised over its solid member, she moved impale herself on it when she was stopped. “The other hole little miss.”
She scooted forward to slowly impale herself on the statues cock and gasped at the feel of being filled again. The fit was just as tight as before. Her skin worked around it in efforts to accept it fully. A small shock of pleasure shot up through her body without warning when she was fully seated. She forced herself to relax and looked expectantly to Iku who pulled two devices out of his robes; two little devices that she knew too well; all too well.
“You remember these don’t you sweetness?” he said as rolled the golden ball around with skillful fingers. In his other hand he dangled the hammer in his thumb in forefinger.
Looking at the ball in his large palm, Kagome shrugged indifference. Yes she was familiar with it but it didn’t bother her as much as he thought it would. Inside, she felt unfazed by his taunt. It was a small victory for her. She fought the smirk fighting to spread across her face.
Noticing her sudden arrogance, Iku smiled and smacked the ball making it hum loudly in his palm. As he reached to push the cold ball deep into her moist depths, the vibration already make her inner walls sing a resonating tune, he leaned over to whisper in her ear. “What if I told you the statue you’re straddling hums a lewd tune just as this ball does?” His voice became suddenly breathy as he reached higher to thumb idly at her hardened nub. “But tenfold.”
Eyes big in shock, she rewarded Iku with the expression he was looking for. He stood tall and reached for something another groomer moved to pass him. She was horrified to watch him brandish a large silver mallet in his hand. Suddenly, he went from calm to menacing in a split second.
“Now hold still.” He warned just before he lifted and swung the mallet with swift and deadly accuracy against the head of the statue.
Kagome couldn’t help the cry of surprise at the feel of the metal humming under her buttocks. The golden cock deep inside her rear was in devastating harmony with the ball in her cunt. It was like a homing beacon for her nerves as it shook alive everything inside her body. It was as if her lower half felt possessed with bone shattering pleasure. So intense that she had to grind her teeth. She moved to arch up off the statue only to be suddenly shackled against it by her wrists in short silver chains near the statues hands. It forced her to lie back completely against the statues cold vibrating body. The sensation of it all, as she lay there writhing against the metal, was …incredible. That’s the only word she could muster in her rattled mind. Incredible.
She watched Iku lean over her to stare adoringly into her eyes as ripple after ripple of pleasure thunder through her body. It migrated down to her wet sopping center that milked the metal ball deep inside her like a starving man. He reached up to caress her face then brushed her bangs from her head exposing her damp sweaty face completely to his observing green gaze. The unusually soft skin of his hand against raking down her highly sensitized flesh made her breath hitch as a keening whine wrenched from her throat. She was panting as she looked up at him towering over her simply watching her.
“You true punishment starts now sweetness.” Her confusion at his words was short lived as the curtain behind him was suddenly torn open revealing a large banquet hall filled to the capacity with demons. Iku smiled and stepped to the side to reveal her to the room before her.
She watched everyone falter in their conversations to stare openly at the newly presented entertainment; her as the main event. The hall was a level lower than the level her, Miroku and Aki where restrained on making the whole scene appear as if she was performing on a stage. Oh the horror of it all.
Close to panicking, Iku was there to whisper low in her ear. Her thundering heartbeat roaring in her ears over his words and the sudden silence of the hall. “If you truly wish to stand on equal ground as your captors, pay close attention to everyone’s expression and actions sweetness. You will soon find that there is an advantage to be had. There’s even one to be had over your masters.” He kissed her affectionately on her forehead and spoke with his lips pressed close against her damp skin. “Look straight ahead of you sweetness.”
Calming under the stressful circumstance, Kagome looked straight ahead to spot a long extravagantly decorated dining table that was low to the floor. At the middle of the table sat Lord Sesshoumaru along with Lord Aimaru seated to the left of him. A woman who closely resembled Lord Sesshoumaru sat to his right. She looked to be of relation to him. A sister perhaps?
Iku moved to leave her side and her panic mounted. His hand reached to brush his knuckles against her flushed cheeks, growing redder with mounting embarrassment as she took in the awed faces of her audience. She took deep breaths as she fought to ignore the many different faces smiling and leering at her. If she could win this battle of wills, then dammit she can win anything.
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Sesshoumaru could barely contain the inner turmoil roiling within him as he watched his miko writhe about the golden statue. Stretched out and open to bare all of her womanly charms to his guests struck a proud cord as well as a possessive one. Confliction ailed him about whether to bask in the envy of his guests or gauged out their eyes with his claws for daring to look upon what is his.
“She certainly is a lovely little creature.” His mother beside him commented casually as she took a sip of her sake. She leaned back and allowed one of her pets to hand feed her a bit of dessert before humming thoughtfully. “You didn’t mention that she was miko my son.”
“What I failed to mention is of little consequence.” The demon lord said with a lazy shrug never taking his eyes of his miko.
Miko. It suddenly occurred to him that he have yet to refer to her as his pet, slave, or some other juvenile soubriquet. To him she seems like so much more.
“I wonder what our little vixen has done to warrant such a venture.” Aimaru looked questioningly to Iku standing off the side who in turned looked pointedly to young Aki and Miroku behind her. “Ah.” Aimaru then nodded.
Sesshoumaru too nodded in understanding. “Indeed.” He waved away a platter of food offered by a servant keeping his eyes planted firmly on the miko trembling under his gaze. Even from afar, his serpent-like eyes raked slowed down her writhing pink body. Every twitch of her limbs and shudder of her flesh made him hot. The air around him took a balmy quality and his body a steel-like tension.
Aimaru sitting beside him, grinned at the feel of his alpha’s aura growing livelier making everyone in the dining hall nervous. “Careful my dear alpha. You making your guest nervous. They won’t be able to enjoy the entertainment with you broadcasting such exuberance.”
A fleeting glance at his beta, made the demon chuckle quietly. Aimaru knew that matter little to him. In fact, it was all the more a reason to buffet the dining hall with his exuberance.
“Hnn.”
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