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Never go back	By : KiraIsJudgement Category: InuYasha > General Views: 3577 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Haha, I said leave her purity intact. I am sure you can think of something to make her behave a little better.”
A flood of unwelcome possibilities flood my head. This can’t be happening. No way this is happening.
　
　
　
　
　
　
It’s been a week since I was forced to come to this little shithole camp.
I only have the bare branches of a withered dead tree to shelter me from the scorching sun, since my legs have been bound to it with chains. I was given nothing for a bed, not even a blanket, and have been resorted to digging holes in the dirt to relieve myself and burying it, much like my cat does in his litter box. My captures gave me some stale bread to eat only a few times, claiming that I’m not thin enough for most men’s taste. At least I’ve gotten water on a daily basis.
In short, I am be treated like an unwanted family pet. Like they don’t have the time to take care of me, but also don’t want to set me free. And why would they? Apparently I am worth a descent price.
The craziest thing is, for this situation, I feel kinda lucky. At least “my purity” has been deemed valuable, and no one has tried to rape me. Once Hikari gave his men the go ahead to do everything, but penetration, to keep me ‘behaved’ I decided to be a good girl. I’m so fucking mad at myself for not being stronger then this, but the less I struggle the better condition I will be in for Inuyasha when he finally gets here.
The first day we arrived, after my meeting with Hikari and being tied to the tree, was pretty quiet. Most of it was spent settling the girls in and examining them. The men made sure they knew their product well. The girls, which from what I picked up on, were sold or traded to these men to be used as whores. The agreement is that is they can earn enough to buy their freedom, which I am sure is only a fake promise to give them some hope so they don’t commit suicide. But these monsters will never let the girls leave here free.
I always knew rape was a horrible thing, something that should never been done. It messed women up for life. But none of the things heard before could begin to describe how horrible the actually process is.
The second day is when it got bad.
Tarou and Iwoa took one of the girls, a younger spirited one, to the stocks. I actually was fond of her, she was the only one of us brave enough to not only talk back to the men and defy their orders, but had actually spit right in Tarou’s face. Even after he smacked her face so hard that blood flew across the ground, she still had the balls to stare him down, then spit a mouthful of blood at his shoes.
It sure was great to see her show so much disrespect, but I soon wished she hadn’t. It was the reason she was chosen to be broken first. They did it in the middle of the day, in front of all of us, making sure we knew what the punishment was for defiance.
She fought valiantly as they forced her to bend over the wooden platform as they secured the top to it. Her arms and head pined into the wood blocks, trapping her. They ripped away her clothes and left her body bare.
I cried out for mercy. I begged them not to do it. I pulled at my chains until my ankle started to bleed, trying to get to her. And I threw rocks at their heads, trying to stop this, but they where to far and I just couldn’t hit the mark.
What happened next will be burned into my mind forever. They raped her. The took turns violently shoving their filthy dicks into every possible hole in that woman’s body. Then, after they spent themselves and couldn’t perform any longer, they brought out tools. Crude wooden dildos were forced in and out of the girl’s anus and mouth. They shoved the thing so far down her throat that she thrashed about as she suffocated. When they finally let her have air, she would take in a deep breath and expel a large amount of blood.
She sobbed and screamed in pain as they relentless took everything she had. Finally after hours of torture they stopped, leaving her a bloody mess, still trapped in the stocks.
She stayed like that all night. In the morning the men repeated the process. This went on for three days until they decided she had been properly broken.
And she was broken. Now she sits very quiet and still. Hasn’t said a thing since Iwoa released her and took her to get washed up. She just sits at the edge on the fire pit, staring at the flames. I wonder if she’ll ever come back. I wish there is something I can do for her. I want to reach out to her, but somehow I think the hug I can provide won’t be of much good. It kills me to know that I am helpless.
They didn’t spend nearly as much time breaking in the other girls, since most of them were pretty docile to begin with. I have a feeling that they have been through this before. The bile rises in my throat as I watch them voluntarily give their bodies to the rapists.
Even the girl I met in the wagon willingly bent over and took Iwoa in her ass while she sucked Tarou off. Such a disgusting sight, but at least she wasn’t beaten. I guess I really can’t blame her for not fighting back and accepting her fate. Especially after seeing what happens to someone that does.
It’s getting late now and all the girls have been ushered into the small tent they share. Things are starting to feel different around here. Now that all the girls have been tested, the men seem to be preparing for something else.
Tarou and Iwoa have been talking with Hikari about buyers coming here in a few days. This would scare the hell out of me, except that Inuyasha will be here before that.
I figure that Inuyasha will be here tomorrow. The worst scenario would have been him leaving the village the morning that I came back. I must’ve just missed him. In that case Inuyasha would have gotten back to Edo no later then yesterday. And by now was tracking me and almost here. This is the only thing that explains why he isn’t here already. So he will come for me tomorrow. I am sure of it.
I just have to keep quiet and out of the way of these feudal era pimps one more day. Which I am beginning to think might be hard to do. Ever since they finished breaking the last girl, I’ve been receiving a lot of disturbing glances from Tarou. Guess he’s still kinda pissed about the nose.
All three men have joined around the fire pit. They talk and laugh as they share a large green bottle of some kind of alcohol. Their voices get louder and louder with ever pass of the drink, and they playfully jab at each other, play fighting. They are quickly getting drunk and it doesn’t look like they plan on sleeping it off. This can’t be good.
As slowly as possible, I pull my heavy chains with me as I retreat to the opposite side of the tree. I will forego the little warmth I get from the fire as long as I can keep out of sight, and hopefully out of mind. Hiding in the shadows until the morning brings with it my savior.
I pull knees to my chest and try to stretch my dirty skirt down to protect me from the cool night air. It isn’t working well, but at least it’s not winter and I’m not freezing. Hugging my legs, I tightly squeeze my eyes closed, trying to shut out this world. One more night and he’ll come for me.
The noises of the little party behind me continue on as I drift in and out of a restless sleep. Glass smashing startles me wide awake and I hear Hikari cussing at Iwoa and telling his men to go to sleep. After a few protests the men retreat to their tents and the camp falls quite.
All that can be heard is the collected breathing and small whimpers coming from the girls tent. Poor things sound like they’re crying in their sleep and I can’t help but shed a few silent tears with them.
I wipe my face with a dirty hand and curl back up, falling into a deep sleep with my newly gained sense of security now that the men have gone to bed. Tomorrow will be a good day.
I dream of Inuyasha. We are sitting on a limb of the large Sakura tree on the outskirts of town. This is where we come whenever we want time alone.
“Thank you for coming back to me,” he says bashfully, turning his head so I don’t see the slight blush that crosses his cheeks.
“Thank you for waiting for me.” I reach for his hand, and he grips mine tightly, “I love you, Inuyasha. I am forever yours.”
“I love you too. I’ll always take care of you.” He leans in to kiss me and my heart skips.
Lips are lightly brushing against mine when the strong scent of alcohol abuses my senses, shattering my perfect world.
My eyes shoot open and my heart sinks. Tarou is inches away from face, breathing heavily onto my lips.
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