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Revenge
By : kresua
Category: InuYasha > General
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It was early the next morning, about two or so, that
Sesshoumaru woke up. Next to him lay a warm, naked body, peacefully sleeping
with her back turned away from him. Softly, with great sweetness, she rolled
over. Though her eyes were closed, she spoke as if she had been awake all this
time.

�Why don�t you fight me, Sesshoumaru?�

Sesshoumaru yawned and stretched a little, feeling much
better than last night. �Because I deserve my punishment, Mistress�� he
murmured. She snorted. �When I get up for the morning, your punishment will
continue. I just don�t want you to die prematurely.� Sesshoumaru nodded.

�Thank you, nevertheless, for sharing your bed with me,
Mistress��

She ignored him, turned over, and fell asleep again.

I0I0I0I

The next morning came all too fast. Sesshoumaru was lifted
off of the bed and thrown to the cold ground below. He didn�t protest, nor did
he stand up after being thrown.

He waited�

A pair of shackles bound his wrists together as he was led
down to a cold dungeon. Misaki laughed as he clutched the bars�it was cold and
he was naked, clothed only in his harness.

�You�re going to stay there until you�re close to
starvation,� she said softly, �And then I might consider putting you down like
a worthless dog��

Once he was locked in completely darkness, Sesshoumaru broke
down and cried. He cried for the soft remembrance of how she had almost been
sweet the last night�and now he was scared of what she would do to him. His
days�or perhaps hours�were numbered�and he was scared.

I0I0I0I0I

After ten days, Sesshoumaru was getting desperate. His life
was slipping away from him quickly. He was thin from malnutrition and fear
gripped his heart.

Finally, the door opened and long lost light cast down to
Sesshoumaru�s eyes. He was lifted up, blindfolded (more for his sake then
helplessness) and thrown to a slightly warmer ground. He heard footsteps
walking around him.

�Had enough, Lord
Sesshoumaru?� It was Misaki. He gave a soft sigh. �Yes, my Mistress�.I am ready
to die now.�

She snorted. �No�you will not. Now�I�m going to make you
into something much lower than a simple slave�I�m going to make you into a whore.�

Sesshoumaru let out a soft, plaintive moan as he whispered,
�Will you at least let me eat something first? I fear I might not be able to
keep up with you as I am��

Misaki pulled the blindfold off, sharply, exposing
Sesshoumaru�s very sensitive eyes to the bright light. �No. You will remain
starved until I decide its time to feed you.�

Sesshoumaru felt her hands between his legs and whimpered at
the feel of her claws upon his most private and most sensitive of skin. Yet he
said nothing, for fear of being hurt worse overruled his dignity.

As a youkai, he didn�t need food quite as often as humans,
but still�ten days without food or water had taken a massive toll on him,
because before hand, he hadn�t been fed much as it was. His entire rib-cage was
visible beneath his bare, pale flesh. He still had his fever as well; he was
literally shaking beneath Misaki�s investigation.

She pulled back. �I suppose a little food couldn�t mar the
damage I�ve done��

A few minutes later, a piece of stale bread and some old
water was placed before Sesshoumaru. He ate quickly; he was, after all,
starving. After eating and drinking as much as was provided for him, he thanked
his mistress.

�Thank you, Mis��

His thanksgiving was cut short as her foot made cruel
contact with his stomach. Sesshoumaru fell over, coughing up blood and
whimpering softly. To his dismay, all Misaki did was laugh. She didn�t have a reason
for kicking him; she had just done it to amuse herself.

�Now�come here.�

He did so, crawling over to her as she showed him the bed.
�Get on it.� Once more, he obeyed her, and she began to bind him.

Starting with his wrists, she lifted his hands high above
his head, bound his wrists together, then shackled them to chains falling from
the ceiling. The position he was in forced him to kneel. Next, she moved to his
neck. Wrapping a collar around it, and a leash to the collar, she wound the
leash around her wrist. With a smile, she shackled his ankles together, making
sure that it was tight against his flesh. She made sure the harness was unyielding
as she finally moved to the front of her thoroughly bound slave.

�Scared?� She asked. Sesshoumaru nodded, his golden eyes
betraying his pure terror. She grabbed his chin and forced his mouth open. She
ran a finger across Sesshoumaru�s fangs, then pulled
back. She pulled his leash forward so that he was within inches of her face.
She grabbed his face and pulled him into a crushing, bruising kiss. Sesshoumaru
willingly opened his mouth, fearing the penalty of refusing her. He offered the
softest, saddest whimper as she bit into him, drinking his blood as he drank
the water: greedily and thirstily.

She pulled back and stripped down, staring at him cold-heartedly
as she grabbed the flesh of his chest with a yank, slicing his unscathed skin
with her claws. He cried out, his eyes watering as he felt his own blood begin
to pour down his chest and to his bruised stomach, and finally dripping to the
bed below.

She unhinged her claws and stroked his injured stomach with
a soft chuckle, dragging her claws across the well muscled abdomen of her
victim. She felt him inhale sharply and let out a soft, mournful whimper; he
was in a lot of pain. She left long, jagged cruel marks across Sesshoumaru�s
chest and stomach. Sweat, tears, and no small amount of blood flowed forth from
Sesshoumaru�s weakened body and onto the bed beneath. Sesshoumaru had a feeling
that she might kill him once she was done mocking him.

She pulled back at length to look at him like a painter
examining her canvas. Long claw marks marred his once perfectly pale chest, his
long silvery-white hair was stained with old blood and new blood stains�and he
looked only a shell of the great dog lord who once had chased her off of his
land. His breath was shallow and irregular; the light rasp told her that blood
was in his lungs as well. He hung like a wilted flower against his cruel bonds,
his eyes closed. Dark crimson blood dripped from his injured lips; with a
great, energy-consuming cough, more blood spattered onto the bed below. He was
utterly limp, now, prepared for his looming punishment. Yet another longing
whimper escaped his lips, followed by another cough that wracked his body.

Guilt slowly tore at the anger surrounding Misaki�s heart.
Slowly, she unshackled his wrists and marveled at how he rested back in her
arms, ready for any and all punishment. She let him drop to the soft bed below.
Leaving for a moment, she returned with a bowl of warm water and a cloth.

Sweetly, tenderly, she began to slowly work at each of the
wounds she had caused, starting with his lips. He dared not look at her as she
wiped at the blood on his abused lips; he simply allowed whatever it was that
she was doing. With a soft voice, she whispered, �I think you�ve been punished
enough for now.�

After cleaning his wounds, she tucked him under the covers
of her bed, sliding in next to him. Nothing was said; no words spoken. Misaki
let her hands slip around Sesshoumaru�s body, her warmth close against his, and
he offered one last timid whimper to her.

With his back to her chest, Misaki gently stroked his
bruised stomach, wondering about all of the raging thoughts racing through her
mind. There was no way she could punish Sesshoumaru like she had planned to.

A Lord Sesshoumaru staring at her with hatred in his gaze,
fighting his bonds and having to be beaten into submission was what she wanted.

Not this.

This was like beating a kitten�not only was it helpless�it
was rather cute as well. Within a few moments, Sesshoumaru fell into a deep,
almost death-like sleep. His breathing was still labored, and soft whimpers
every few seconds tore at her heart as she watched him in sleep. His back�s
muscles were tight to the touch; his entire body was tense and ready to accept
pain.

After a few moments, Misaki too fell asleep.

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Revenge	By : kresua Category: InuYasha > General Views: 1979 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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