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Revenge
By : kresua
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Here is
Chapter 4 of Revenge�

Disclaimer�I
don�t own Sesshoumaru or any of the other Inuyasha
characters�no, they belong to really rich people in Japan who would be the crap out of me if I stole
any of them. I�m not making money by any means off of this�but I one day hope
to buy Sesshoumaru...but ff I did, I�d have Sesshoumaru captaining my
tandem�and seeing as though my handlebars are right under his saddle�I�d be
pulling a Miroku. 0.o So Sesshoumaru prolly doesn�t want to be bought by me�but I�m not as bad
as some fangirls are�

Chapter
4

Oh, leetle warning�a bit of a lemon, slightly non/con�and lots
of angsty goodness. Every one on
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The fiction! Yay!

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When Misaki awoke the next morning, a delightful
scent caressed her nose. The smell of earth, a bit of lavender, and the mixture
of blood, sweat and tears. She slowly opened her eyes. In front of her was long
silvery hair. She reached out and stroked it for a moment, nuzzling it to find
more of the delightful scent therein.

A whimper of agony reached her ears.

The owner of the hair slowly rolled over; despite
how difficult it was, wearing a harness and being bound hand and foot, Misaki�s
captive managed. His deep golden eyes met hers, a soft, don�t hurt me� look in his eyes. He uttered one word, the sound raspy
because of his dry throat.

�O-one-onegai��

She touched his forehead; his fever had never quite
broke earlier, and now it was back with vigor. Delicately, Misaki pulled
Sesshoumaru closer to her, then pulled out of bed.

She returned a few seconds later holding a glass of
water. She sat down and lifted Sesshoumaru�s head and
gently allowed the water to trickle down his open and willing mouth. He swallowed
gratefully, his throat needing the water desperately. Once he had drunk all the
water, Misaki let go of his face�

�it almost made her laugh as his head weakly fell
back to the bed. She watched him for a moment; all he did was stare at her rather blankly for a few moments, before
burying his face in the pillow; he was petrified of her�

Misaki pulled him up by his harness and stared at
him for a few moments as he knelt before her, his eyes downcast, his legs
spread open as he offered himself to her. Her pleasure above all else�that was
what Sesshoumaru had been taught�it was what his previous mistresses and
masters had tortured into him.

With an easy grace, Misaki slid out of bed,
attached a leash to Sesshoumaru�s collar, and led him out of her room. To her
surprise, instead of walking behind her, he fell to his knees and proceeded to
crawl at her feet, his long, beautiful silver hair dragging on the ground as he
followed her.

Misaki decided that she couldn�t
hurt him anymore, physically�but she could still humiliate him terribly. The thought excited her�but what could she do?

An idea crossed her mind.

A cruel idea�

Grabbing the leash and deciding town was too far
away to go by horse-back (which she was so inclined to
do, loving her horse and loving the steady gate) she instead led Sesshoumaru
into the garage of her basement and put him in the back-seat of her car. He
stared at her for a long time�he was shaking lightly. She smirked, made sure
the straps of his harness were firmly in place, then
she got in the front seat.

It wasn�t long at all
before Misaki started the car.

Weak from exhaustion and physical abuse,
Sesshoumaru lay down in the back seat, tiredly using his own hair for a pillow.
Misaki let him. It would be a few minutes before he would be
needed.

Misaki parked her car in front of her favorite
restaurant. Grabbing Sesshoumaru�s leash firmly and yanking him upright, she
led him inside. The waitress asked if she preferred a
table cloth for privacy. Misaki nodded.

The booths in this restaurant were curious; they
were unseen by the waiters and waitresses because they
were separately hidden behind sliding doors. The waitress
opened one sliding door and shoved Sesshoumaru under the table with a kick.

Sesshoumaru found himself chained to the legs of
the table and the board beneath Misaki�s bench-chair. Once the tablecloth was
in place, Misaki removed her skirt and panties and spread her legs open.
Sesshoumaru trembled even more; he was terrified. The sliding door to her booth
closed.

�Pleasure me well, and I might let you have some of
my food, bitch.� His chains held him tightly; he wished he could use his hands
for this�but his restraints told him he was going to use his mouth to please
his mistress. The thought of food excited and disgusted him, now. He offered a lengthy,
depressing sigh.

A knock on the sliding door caught his attention.
The sound of a glass being set down upon the table made him whimper quietly.
�Does your slave deserve any water, madam?�

Sesshoumaru looked up, entreating his mistress
mentally. The small glass he�d had this morning wasn�t
enough. He was severely dehydrated from his solitary
confinement. In pure desperation, he stretched his face forward to make contact
with her soft, hot, wet folds.

�Not yet�I shall call you when I require
something.�

�Are you ready to order?�

�Yes, I believe so. I shall have the strawberry
crepes, please.�

�Alright, and anything to drink?�

�I would very much like a glass of lemonade.�

�Alright. Call
me if you need anything.� The sound of the door closing again was heard, and Sesshoumaru sighed softly.

Misaki kicked him hard, suddenly. �Didn�t I just
tell you to pleasure me? You worthless slave��

Sesshoumaru drew a deep, sad breath before letting
out a very sad sigh. �I am sorry, my Mistress�please forgive me.� He stretched
forward and began to nuzzle her, a deep despair sweeping rapidly over his soul.
He felt her moan softly, and it only added to his feeling of pure defenselessness.
He felt as small and insignificant as a piece of
dirt�he was only there to provide something�and he knew as soon as his task was
over, Misaki would have him killed. He let his tongue delve into her cavernous,
hot depths, as another wave of sadness washed over him. Tears, heartrending, pathetic
tears poured down his cheeks as Misaki rocked her hips closer to his mouth. He
choked back a sob as he sucked her nub hard; she came all over his face. The
feeling of her cum all over his face made him sob harder�but he remained quiet,
not wishing more pain from his mistress. She moaned and rocked her hips back
and forth with her climax; Sesshoumaru simply hung limp against his bonds.

Misaki lifted the table cloth
to look at him. She thought he would have been enjoying himself at least
partway�but she was wrong. Tears, unbridled tears of pure sorrow shone on her
slave�s face. He was limp against his bonds, her cum all over his beautiful
taiyoukai face. He looked up at her timidly, and then shuddered and he looked
down; he shivered against his bonds vulnerably, clearly expecting punishment.

Misaki lifted his face, leaning down, using her
napkin to clean off his tears and her cum. His eyes were dark and stormy with
excruciating agony; his heart�his very soul was crushed. She unbound his wrists
from the bench and wrapped his arms around her hips. Binding him in that
position, she gently wound her own legs around his body; she stroked his hair.
He was limp against her, his face against her stomach. His eyes were closed and he was prepared for any form of punishment
Misaki could think of. Misaki pulled a blanket from beside her
and pulled it over Sesshoumaru�s naked body and pulled it up to his
neck, thus covering herself as well. He shuddered all the
more, however.

Sweetly, Misaki whispered, �You know�I can never
finish these crepes by myself�� Her tone was seductive. Sesshoumaru swallowed
hard, but kept his head in her lap for fear of punishment. He was tense and
stiff, however, and fear radiated off of him like the
arousal radiated off of Misaki.

In about ten minutes, the crepes arrived. The sweet
smell of fresh strawberries, whip cream and sugar caressed Sesshoumaru�s
senses. He lifted his head involuntarily.

�Well�� Misaki paused, took a bite of her food,
smiled happily, then looked down at Sesshoumaru. �I
suppose you could have a bite as well�you did
after all make me climax like no other slave I�ve had before�.� She tapped his
chin. �Open.�

Sesshoumaru obeyed her, opening his mouth gladly as
the bite of the flat, sweet pancake was given.
Sesshoumaru gratefully chewed, thankful for her mercy as he laid his head back
upon her lap. �Good?� she asked, caressing his face sweetly. Sesshoumaru
flinched, but once he had swallowed whispered, �Yes, my Mistress��

A soft, pained sigh slipped from Sesshoumaru�s lips;
his back hurt, and so did the rest of his body. He felt as if he�d been run over�and he just wanted to lay down
everything. A soft knock at the sliding door signaled Misaki�s attention. The
door slid back and the waitress smiled. �Is there
anything else you want, madam?�

Whilst stroking Sesshoumaru�s face, she said, �No,
I don�t think so.�

The waitress smiled. �You
a free to leave at your leisure�or if you want to have your slave pleasure you
some more��

The sound of the word �pleasure� made Sesshoumaru
whimper and flinch, his heart already in shreds. �No�I think we�ll be on our
way, thank you.�

Misaki dressed, then
gently pulled at Sesshoumaru�s collar. �Come on�you�ve put me in a good mood.�

He followed her out to her car. She laid the
blanket down in a pile, and let Sesshoumaru lay his head upon it. Kissing his
forehead, she pulled back, closed the door and got in the driver�s seat. With
one last look back to her tender slave, she asked, �You pleasure well�how did
you learn that?�

Sesshoumaru let out a low, miserable sigh. �My
first master�.he tortured it into me�if I didn�t pleasure well, I was beaten or
worse�and if I did pleasure well�then I was left alone in my cell.�

�Let�s get you home��

~*~

When Misaki finally drove into the garage, Sesshoumaru
was asleep. Not wishing to hurt him, she opened the door to the back seat and
ordered the guards to gently take him in. Alas, they weren�t gentle, and the dog awoke with a whimper. He was
unfocused and vulnerable, his eyes large and sad as the guards dragged him into
Misaki�s bedroom.

Once in, he was set haphazardly across her bed, the
guards roughly shackling him and tying him up fiercely, as if he had done
something wrong. After the guards were through with him, they left.

Misaki lifted his face. �Sesshoumaru?�
He pulled away; he was scared. Misaki disappeared for a moment, then returned. She gently pulled off Sesshoumaru�s cruel
harness, realizing that the flesh beneath was bleeding. Undoing his collar, she
spoke.

�Follow me.�

It was all she said, but the tone of voice left
Sesshoumaru shaking. He closed his eyes and waited for a command as she closed
the door.

The one he received, however, surprised him.

�Get in the tub, Sesshoumaru.�

The bathtub of which she spoke was filling with
water; it was the same one as before. Sweet oils and soaps lined the opposite
edge of the tub, and for a moment, Sesshoumaru thought he had heard wrong, and
so stared at his mistress for a long, unhappy moment.

When she moved, he flinched, obviously expecting
some sort of painful punishment for not obeying. He moved quickly over to the
tub and knelt down; he touched the water cautiously before slipping into the
warm, embracing caress of the heated water.

Misaki sat down upon a chair and watched him as he
relaxed in the water. Sesshoumaru was well aware of her piercing gaze, but far
preferred it to a beating.

Better
voyeurism than sadism�he thought.

�Wash your hair, Sesshoumaru.� Her voice caught him
off guard, but he obeyed, taking some of the exquisite soap and lathering his
silver tresses with it. �Slower�slow down�� She said, and Sesshoumaru complied,
slowly letting his fingers scratch lightly at his scalp. After his hair was
clean, he rinsed it.

�Wash your body, Sesshoumaru�and do so slowly��
Sesshoumaru caught her gaze for a moment, then looked
down as he took some of the soap and began to wash his face, making sure to get
all of the dirt, cum, and most of all, his own tears off of his face. When he
was done with his face, the baby soft almost pore-less skin shone beautifully,
bringing out his youkai markings exquisitely. He washed his arms, and then
stood up to scrub his perfectly chiseled chest.

Misaki watched him, her eyes wide with the beauty
of this youkai before her. Effeminate described only his clothes, hair and
grace�the rest of him was physically strong and masculine, but other than his
long silver hair rooted to his scalp, there wasn�t too much stray hair except
for the very light, almost invisible silver fur adorning his navel and
downward. As he lathered the soap and began to scrub his well
chiseled chest, Misaki had an urge to help him�and found it wasn�t just
because of her physical lust for him. She found the urge to help wash him
stemmed from the look in the taiyoukai�s face�he looked so sad�

~*~

Tears almost threatened to fall from Sesshoumaru�s
eyes. He had never felt like such a worthless whore in his life. Though allowed
to bathe, he had to do it before such a cruel and sadistic, not to mention
voyeuristic, woman�a woman of whom he happened to belong to.
He watched as she stood after a moment and walked behind him. Slightly nervous,
he kept his gaze to her. She knelt down behind him and lifted
up one of the bottles of oil and opened it.

The sweet smell of sakura drifted into the room and
tickled Sesshoumaru�s senses. She poured a bit of the sweet smelling oil into
Sesshoumaru�s hair and lightly scrubbed it. Despite the fact that
he knew she was doing it just to spite and humiliate him, he relaxed
into her touch. After a few moments, she switched the oils to a sweet lavender, one that made him more relaxed. After a
moment, she turned him towards her and rubbed the oil into
his face and whispered, �Come with me.�

He followed her into a small room with a curious
table-like bed. Towels lined the bed and she motioned for him to lay down upon it, which he did. After moving his beautiful
hair aside, she began to rub the oil into his still wet back, marveling at how
soft his skin really was. She rubbed it into his lower back and realized just
how gruesome the markings on his back were. How could she have done that to
him? Back long ago�when he had chased her off his lands�he couldn�t
have been more than a pup. He probably hadn�t even
known better�and though she�d lost her daughter to his foolishness�she knew he
didn�t deserve the treatment he�d received over the past 200 years. Looking
back down at her charge she realized that he was exhausted, but forcing himself
to stay awake. With a tender smile Misaki didn�t know
she even possessed, she lifted his head.

�Sesshoumaru�you know what you did to me all those
years ago?�

Slowly, he opened his mouth, his body shaking in
light fear, but she saw something else in his eyes: acute guilt.

�Hai, Mistress�� he murmured.

�You do know you
were the cause of my precious daughter�s death, don�t you?�

His response startled her. �Hai, Mistress�and if I
could, I would give my life, as pathetic and wretched as it is, to give her
back to you.�

She stopped. �Nani?� she asked, staring at the
youkai in confusion. His eyes clouded and began to shine with a layer of tears
forming. �I can�t tell you how sorry I am, Mistress�I never thought that by my
actions I would kill an innocent�though I enjoy a battle�I never wanted you or
your young one to die��

�Are you lying to me?�

�Iie, Mistress�if I did, you would know. I would
not be crying over something as trivial as a lie.�

�Still, you might use it to avoid punishment�� Misaki said, her eyes narrowed dangerously.

�Then torture me! I don�t care�wrench a confession
out of me�but it won�t change the fact�I am genuinely sorry for what
happened�and I�d do anything to make it up to you�even if it meant a slow,
humiliatingly painful death. I know you love listening to my screams�I know you
want revenge for you kitten�and I know you want me dead. Why don�t
you take my life then? I�d rather do that then lay at your feet as a sex slave
that you despise�Mistress�please understand�I was young and foolish�and I
didn�t know any better! It was after the great winter that my father reprimanded
me harshly for what I did to you�and I never did it again. I know my father�s been looking for me for so long�ever since Naraku
captured me and sold me as a slave. If he saw me now�in this condition�I know he�d disown me and let you keep on what you�re doing. It doesn�t matter to me�whether you kill me now or slowly by
forcing me into your bed night by night. I�ve already proved that it breaks my
heart��

Sesshoumaru sat up, slowly, his eyes closed as he
turned back to his Mistress and slowly knelt before her. �Will you give me the
mercy of killing me before my father learns that I have never once struggled
against any of my masters? I know he�d never be pleased to learn that his
son�Lord InuTaisho�s first born full youkai son�is a common sex slave�he may
simply disown me�or he may decide to kill me�or worse�� Sesshoumaru�s tone
softened quite a bit. �I�ve heard stories about this�about fathers who decide
their son is worth nothing more than a bed slave�and decide to use their
worthless offspring for sexual relief��

The thought of his father raping him like a common
bitch made him shudder�along with the nightmarish scenario of his father
handing him over to his half-breed brother for a lay. More tears threatened to
fall from the youkai�s darkened, cloudy eyes. Softly, he plead
once more.

�Onegai, Mistress�will you allow me to die here,
quickly, or will you allow my father�or some other horrible owner to end my wretched
life?�

Misaki watched her slave as he pleaded with her,
more than a few tears falling from his eyes. She knew now�there was no way he
could deserve this. No possible way this sweet inuyoukai could deserve the
torture she wanted to give him. She blinked back tears� as he fell to his knees before her.

Softly, tenderly, she called out to him. �Sesshoumaru?�

He looked up, expecting a death
blow or worse.

�I won�t kill you�nor will I sell you�nor will I
torture you any longer. Get dried off�I want you to come with me to my bed
tonight��

He dried off and followed despondently to her bed.
She motioned for him to sit on the edge, which he did. �Sesshoumaru�let me tell
you something��

She knew the youkai was at full attention; though
he wasn�t turned towards her, she just knew it.

�When I bought you, I intended to break your spirit
as best I could. Imagine my surprise when I learned you were already crushed as
far as you could go short of insanity.�

Sesshoumaru instantly apologized�and it almost made
Misaki laugh a very humorless, dry laugh. He was just proving her point. She continued on after a moment.

�You�ve touched my heart�when stripped of your
tough, cold exterior�you are actually a very sweet youkai. I immediately
dismissed the emotion at first, but�Sesshoumaru�I may be falling in love with
you.�

The notion caught Sesshoumaru off guard. In love? With Me? It�s been
over two hundred years since anyone has professed loving me�loving my body,
yes�but that just means they liked to use my body for such purposes. Is she
really in love with me?

�Mistress�I�� A hand slid over his mouth. �Please�don�t
call me mistress unless you addressing me playfully. Otherwise�call me by my
name�Misaki.�

�Misaki�you are certain you are in love with me and
not just my body? If you are�it is understandable. It is why most of my masters
and mistresses were my masters and
mistresses�.�

�No, I�m quite sure.� He felt her lips graze his
cheek lovingly. �I�m quite sure.�

~*~

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