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Nobody's Bitch but Mine	By : kittenchild Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 11778 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and do not profit from the writing of this story

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
A/N: Warning! This chapter contains explicit non-consensual sexual themes/scenes. If you are leery with this, please do not read!

Chapter Six:
Kouga cursed under his breath as he made his way through the forest. It seemed like every root and stone on the forest floor was conspiring against him, tripping up his feet and sending him careening into trees and brush. Adrenaline was pumping hot and steady through his veins, as well as a desperate need to put as much distance between himself and the Tai youkai as possible.
He cursed again as he stumbled, his left shoulder a repetitive throb of agony. It had started hurting a little over an hour ago, and he had watched in horrified fascination as his blood began to seep through the soft white haori that belonged to the Lord of the West.
Blood. Just what he needed. It was like sending out a beacon to Sesshoumaru with flashing lights and ringing bells. I’m right here, come and find me!
The Tai youkai would have no trouble tracking him now. And the fucked thing? He hadn’t done anything to get that wound. It had just happened.
Kouga swore under his breath as the day began to fade into night. Here he was, running through the forest wounded, still weak from his days spent down in Sesshoumaru’s dungeons, and stumbling over roots, logs and other obnoxious vegetation. And now? It was getting dark.
Terrific.
Well, at least he had escaped the prick-bastard’s chambers. It sure as shit hadn’t been easy, but then again desperation could often lend strength when it was needed most. The attack on the village, though unfortunate, had served as just the distraction Kouga needed in order to free himself. Somehow, whenever he had tried to break free of the manacles in the past, Sesshoumaru had always appeared to catch him in the act. It was as if the damn flea-bag was psychic or something. And, of course, every day he tried to free himself, that very night he would find himself face down and ass up. Fifty lashings for each attempt.
He could only imagine what would happen to him if Sesshoumaru caught up with him now. That thought sent another surge of adrenaline jolting through his system, making his heart beat harder and his legs pump faster.
There was once a time when he could have easily have made his way out of Sesshoumaru’s territories by now. In the days when he had the shards in his legs no one could have caught him, let alone stopped him from roaming where he pleased. Those days were long gone now, but sometimes Kouga swore he could still feel the wind tearing through his hair, whipping around him as he ran. Even now he wasn’t on top of his game, and he could still outrun half of the wolves in his pack.
He passed another worried glance at his shoulder. He may have a head start, and the advantage of surprise, but if he didn’t find a way to stop the bleeding he’d be at Sesshoumaru’s mercy in no time flat. Considering the bastard was merciless, that was not a position he wanted to be in.
Water. He had to find water. He knew there was a river that ran through the Tai youkai’s territory. If he followed it down stream for long enough it would lead him out of this godforsaken place and into free territory. Determination settled heavy in his gut.
He had to reach that river.
And so he veered off his chosen path, heading due east, toward the river that would mask his scent and lead him to his freedom. He was so focused on the task at hand that he didn’t see the danger until he stumbled right into it. Literally.
He had been running, eyes narrowed and breath heavy, and the next thing he knew he was hanging upside down, the sharp burn of rope strangling his right ankle as he swayed twenty feet up off the ground.
“What the fuc-“ he had fallen into a hunter’s snare. Which, of course, was exactly what he needed right now. Kouga knew he wasn’t a lucky person by nature…but this was just pushing the borderline of ridiculous.
“Great! Super!” Kouga snarled as he flailed at the end of the rope. “Can this frickin day get any worse?”
A second later he wished he had just kept his mouth shut.
“I don’t know, but I’ll sure try to make it happen fer ya boy-o.” There was a muffled snort and a loud guffaw. Kouga whipped his head around, trying to find the source of the voices. He didn’t have long to wait.
Slowly, and yet confidently, six figures stepped out of the shadows. Kouga wrinkled his nose at their stench. Cats. Mountain Cat, to be specific, who reeked like human blood and fear. And all of them, Kouga couldn’t help but notice, held the same predatory, evil, glint in their almond shaped eyes.
“Well, well, well,” The biggest one of the group clucked. “Look what we caught ourselves boys.” He made his way toward the tree from which Kouga hung.
“Let me down now, you little prick,” Kouga growled “or I will tear your heart out and feed it to you.”
There was a soft, almost feminine gasp, from the shadows of the forest.
“Did ya hear that lads? He wants us t’ let ‘im down.” The brute of a demon chuckled, his green eyes hard and without humor.
“I dunno, ya see, I’m having a hard time figuring you out boy-o. I mean, you look like a wolf, howl like a wolf…but do ya know what ya smell like?”
Kouga clenched his teeth, anger flaring hot and sharp in his eyes.
“Ya smell like a dog. A certain dog, ter be particular.”
The cat youkai began to close in on him, surrounding his vulnerable form in a semi-circle of both power and muscle. His eyes narrowed. These must be the ones who attacked Sesshoumaru’s village. Judging by the size of them, and the ease with which they moved through the forest, they had been here for quite some time.
“It looks like that pansy Sesshoumaru had taken himself a mate, boys.”
Kouga snarled, flashing fangs as his hackles began to rise.
“I ain’t his fucking mate, stupid. But I’m more than capable of handling you your ass on a silver platter.”
Which, on most days, would have been true. These cat youkai would have barely served as a challenge for a fit and healthy Kouga. But he was on the mend from a fever, not to mention nearly a month of torture and starvation. His body was considerably weaker than what it had been. And then there was that mysterious wound in his shoulder. The odds, in this case, were definitely not in his favor. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to go down without a fight though.
The Mountain cats laughed, their eyes glued to his helpless form.
“Okay, so yer not his mate. But it looks like out old friend marked ya good, didn’t he cub?” The big one sneered, his eyes tracing the outline of Kouga’s form.
“Bet ya didn’t know Sesshy boy and us was good friends.” He moved closer until he was standing right beneath Kouga. “Real good friends. Matter a fact, we share everything, we do. Land. Humans…pretty little wolf youkai like yourself.”
Kouga didn’t like the turn this conversation was taking. And he definitely didn’t like the feral glares in their eyes.
“What do ya say boys? The lad wants down. Should we do as he asks?”
The big one was answered by cat-ate-the-canary grins.
“Alright then. Sayo, get your scrawny ass out here and let the lad down. We’re gonna have some fun with him.”
Kouga watched as a young female stumbled out of the brush where she had been hiding. She appeared to be fifteen years old, which was young in demon years. Her face was exceptionally beautiful, despite the swollen bruises and claw marks that littered the alabaster canvas of her skin.
Her hair was a sleek, shiny, black and pulled back into a modest bun at the nape of her neck. Two small, triangular ears at the top of her head where pressed downward, as if trying to disappear into the restrained curls of her hair. A long sooty, black tail was tucked between her legs as she made her way meekly through the crowd of males.
The child, a half demon by the looks of it, had obviously been abused more than once by these men.
“U-Uncle Joren.” Her voice was a sweetly soft whisper. “I-I think you should let him go. Lord Sesshoumaru will be very angry, and he didn’t do anything to-“
Kouga flinched as the youkai named Joren struck the small female so hard she crumpled to the ground at his feet.
“Did I ask you for your opinion girl?”
“N-No sir.” The girl, Sayo, mumbled, head bowed in submission as she placed a gentle hand to her quickly swelling cheek.
“That’s right. Now, unless you want to take his place, you’ll cut the wolf down. Do you understand me girl?”
“Y-Yes sir.”
“Good, now hop to it.” Joren crossed his arms over his broad chest as the girl, Sayo, lifted herself from the ground with downcast eyes. She shuffled stiffly over to the tree. Slowly, she climbed her way up the branches with an ease that even Kouga envied.
“I am so sorry mister.” She whispered as she pulled a dagger from her robes. Kouga looked into her yellow flecked jade eyes and saw the sincerity and misery that dwelled within them.
He said nothing, merely inclined his head. He was obviously about to be beaten to a pulp, most likely killed by the ruthless bastards below him…and this child had tried to save him. He didn’t blame her for what she was about to do.
Slowly she brought the blade against the rope.
“Hurry it up you little wench! We’re getting eager down here, aint we boys?” The question was met with a gaggle of shouts and crude laughter.
“S-sorry.” She whispered again, closing her eyes as she cut the rope, and sent Kouga plummeting to the forest floor.
He tried to turn in the air, but he landed both hard and badly on the ground at their feet. Sharp, shooting pain speared through his abused shoulder and Kouga had to check the urge to cry out. He needn’t have bothered, because an instant later a leather clad foot stomped firmly on his wounded shoulder.
This time Kouga screamed. He couldn’t help it. The pain literally sent white hot streaks shooting across his vision, making his back arch and bow as Joren ground his foot mercilessly into the abused flesh.
“Well look at that,” the male cat sneered. “Isn’t he precious? I like the way you scream for me wolf, I like it real good.”
The thick, nauseating scent of male arousal wafted heavily through the air, made Kouga’s skin crawl and prickle. Oh fuck no. His cobalt blue eyes widened in shock and disgust, inciting a laugh from the cat demons surrounding him.
“That’s right boy, you know what’s coming to you, don’t you?”
Kouga growled, the sound low and menacing. He would be damned if he allowed this filthy swine to lay one stinking finger on him. Snarling, he swiped at the foot that was pinning him to the ground, his claws at the ready.
Joren was too fast for him though. The bastard dodged the attack, giving Kouga just enough time to surge to his knees. He tried to lunge upward to his feet, to give that sick fuck a piece of his own medicine, but was stopped by heavy hands grabbing at his arms, twisting them backwards and up until Kouga snarled at the pain of it.
“Looks like this pup aint all bark and no bite boys. Be careful with the lad. We don’t want him to be completely useless, now do we?”
“Go fuck yourself you ugly piece of shi-“ his words were cut off by a round house kick to the face. If not for the two demons holding him upright, Kouga would have surely collapsed. As it was, he struggled to remain conscious beneath the throbbing of his face. Hot, fresh, blood pooled in his mouth. The bastard had knocked two of his teeth loose.
“Now ye went and hurt my feelings cub, bad idea to go an’ do that. Look, I’ve bruised your pretty face.”
Kouga spit a pool of blood at the bastard’s feet, his cobalt eyes snapping furiously. “I’m gonna fuckin’ tear you apart asshole.” He snarled, his voice only slightly slurred. He struggled within his captors’ grips, gnashing his teeth as they struggled to contain him. This time, he was backhanded, the action whipping his head joltingly to the side and causing his vision to black out for a second.
“Ye like t’ run your mouth, don’t you boy? I’ve got a better use for that pretty little tongue of yours.”
Joren grabbed at his crotch suggestively, doing little to hide the thick bulge that was growing there.
“You are one sick, twisted, mother fu-“ Another hit to the face, this time sending stars dancing across his vision.
“Juro, grab the bag would you? I find I’m growing quite sick of the lad’s sass.”
Kouga tensed a moment later when a burly looking youkai pulled a small black sack from his belt loop. Without hesitation he reached inside and tossed what appeared to be a thick piece of leather to Joren. What was the bastard gonna do with that? Beat him with it? Nerves danced tightly in Kouga’s stomach. There had to be a way out of this. It couldn’t be happening, not after everything had been through already.
“Here, Jori, fasten that into place for me now.” Joren handed the strap off to another cat demon, the shortest of the group.
Jori gave Kouga a sinister, self-satisfied, smile.
“Sure thing Boss.”
Kouga growled as the demon approached him, earning a cuff to the head from one of the other cat youkai behind him.
“Open wide, wolf!” Before Kouga could so much as flinch the bastard had shoved the strap into his mouth, pulling hard and high until it felt like his jaw was about to snap clean off.
Kouga grunted in pain, the sound barely muffed by what he now knew to be a leather gag. The only thing that was different about this particular gage was that it had a large, noticeable, hole in the center of it.
A paralyzing sort of fear slammed through him then, tensing every muscle in his body with the shock of it. These bastards were actually going to rape him. To…to use his mouth…
“Aw, look at that.” Joren laughed, strutting over toward the immobile Kouga. “The wolf’s finally scared, aren’t you cub?” he laid a heavy hand on Kouga’s head, thick fingers weaving through the unbound locks before tightening painfully.
“You, wolf, smell like a virgin. Tell me, lad, has Sesshoumaru taken you yet? Rose that sweet little ass of yours? Ah, I can see by the look on your face he hasn’t.”
A cruel smile twisted across Joren’s boorish face.
“You know what we’re going to do to you now, don’t you cub? We’re gonna take you. Every. Single. One of us. We’re gonna ride ye so hard ye’ll be screamin’ fer mercy. And when we’re done? We’re gonna leave you fer that pansy Sesshoumaru to find. Yeah, that’ right. Tied and gagged, fucked by his enemies.”
Kouga growled, thrashing violently in their hold. No! Fuck no! He wasn’t going to let this happen. He couldn’t…wouldn’t…
Joren, using his hold on Kouga’s hair, forced the wolf’s head to stare point blank at his crotch.
“I’m gonna start with that sassy little mouth of yours. You’re gonna love the taste of cat, boy, I know it.”
Kouga cursed, screamed, threatened and raged, his words inhibited by the gag that forced his mouth painfully open. Nothing he said, nothing he did, stopped Joren from reaching into his robes and grabbing his…
A thick, bobbing, cock ducked into his vision. Kouga wanted to recoil from the putrid stench of it, but couldn’t. The bastards holding him upright wouldn’t budge an inch.
“No! Get the fuck away from me!” His words came out muffled and gargled, but the note of panic that laced them was plain enough for everyone to hear.
“I’m going to enjoy this wolf.” With one hand holding Kouga’s head immobile, and the other on his thick cock, Joren guided his member to Kouga’s unwilling lips.
“Ah, you know what’s gonna happen t’ ya, uhn.” Joren groaned as he thrust himself forward, his cock sliding through the hole in the gag and into Kouga’s hot, wet, mouth. “When Sesshoumaru finds you covered in our seed, don’t you? He’s gonna, ungh…wolf, your mouth feels like heaven.” He grunted as he worked himself deeper into Kouga’s mouth. “He’s gonna f-fuck you so hard, to try an’ get rid of our scents. Nngh.”
Kouga was choking, his mind reeling at the bitter, salty taste of Joren’s manhood. His jaw was aching and his violated tongue was trying, in vain, to push back the thick intrusion that was working itself in and out of his mouth. Hot, angry, tears of disbelief and rage pricked at his eyes as Joren thrust fully into his mouth.
“Look it there, the lad’s crying. I love it when they cry.”
Kouga choked and gagged as Joren seated himself fully in his mouth. The hot press of crisp pubic hair bit at his nose and lips while Joren held his head still, forcing Kouga to take it all.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you wolf?” He grunted as the other youkai watched Kouga’s humiliation with an avid sort of interest.
Kouga choked around the cock in his mouth, the muscles in his throat spasming beneath the onslaught. When Joren began to pull himself free, Kouga almost wept with relief. A relief that quickly vanished as the cat demon used both hands to bob Kouga’s head up and down his shaft.
Gods! It wasn’t fair! None of it! The damned gag kept him from closing his mouth, or at the very least biting down. His jaw and shoulder was one massive ache, he could actually feel the blood weeping sluggishly from his wounds. And now this! Kouga closed his eyes as his stomach jerked and heaved at the taste of another man’s member in his mouth. Panic and fear ruled him now, as Joren thrust hard and fast, using his mouth to gain satisfaction.
How stupid he had been! He should have realized that the attackers would be hiding out in the forest that they would cross paths. Despite his bravado, Kouga was in no shape to fight these bastards off. He was helpless, weak as a puppy, and could do nothing but watch and suffer as they ruthlessly violated him.
Helpless, frustrated, tears streaked twin muddy trails down his battered and swollen face. The salty, vile, taste of cat filled his mouth and nose until his was gagging on it. No matter how hard he struggled to free himself, the demons holding him never wavered in their iron grips. He could smell the other demons’ arousal, their lust. Knew that they were watching him be humiliated like this and eagerly awaiting their own turns.
“Nngh. Sayo, get over here. I’ve changed my mind.”
A soft sob echoed in the trees behind them. Kouga opened his eyes just in time to catch the sight of the youngling stumbling through the dark, her head bowed and her lisp pressed tightly together.
Joren didn’t pause in his continuous thrusting as he addressed the girl. The shame that flushed his cheeks burned through him to his very core. Somehow, the fact that she was her, her eyes studiously adverted, made this worse.
“On your knees, halfbreed. Right next to the wolf.”
Sayo’s eyes flew to her uncle’s face.
“B-But you said I wouldn’t-“
“I said I changed my mind. Now get on your knees, girl, or I’ll let Juro actually take you this time. You’re lucky that sassy mouth is the only thing we’ve used so far.”
A muffled sob reached Kouga’s ears, and a moment later he could feel the girl kneeling on the ground beside him.
“We’ve got two hot and ready mouths now boys, more t’ go around.” Joren spoke as he hammered his erection into Kouga’s mouth. The demon named Juro sidled up besides Joren.
“Suck it halfbreed. Yeah, that’s right. You’re a good girl.”.
Kouga could smell the child’s tears, her helpless anger. Rage turned his vision a scarlet red. It was one thing to abuse him. But a child? The girl hadn’t even gone through her first heat yet.
Kouga didn’t have long to dwell upon it, because Joren’s hands suddenly tightened in his hair. Kouga could feel the erection in his mouth throbbing, pulsing. A moment later, hot, bitter and salty liquid shot into his mouth. He made as if to spit it out, but Joren tilted his head back and pinched his nostrils shut.
“Oh no you don’t, wolf.” He sneered. “You’ll swallow it all, every single drop.”
Kouga didn’t have a choice. Anger throbbed through him as the cat’s seed trickled down his abused throat. When he finally swallowed it, Joren withdrew.
“Now there’s a good lad. Your moth was sweet wolf, but I think my friends want a piece of that tight little ass of yours.”
Kouga roared, a sound full of fury and outrage. He struggled, uncaring of the muscles in his shoulders and arms tearing, breaking. The pain was immense, but the thought of allowing these bastards to mount him was worse.
“H-He’s strong, Damnit.” One of the demons behind him grunted as they tried to keep hold of the thrashing Kouga.
“Jori, remove the wolf’s pants. You’re up first.
Jori chuckled as he made his way toward a thrashing Kouga.
No! Fuck No! This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be real! After almost an hour in their presence, Kouga finally snapped. His mind reeled, screaming in horror. Over and over again he sent out mental shouts for help…
All of them calling the Lord of the West’s name. Mentally he begged, pleaded, and screamed for help that he logically knew was just not going to come.
He felt cool night air kiss his backside as the borrowed pants were torn from his battered body.
“I know you’re gonna like this wolf, you’ll be screaming for me in no time at all.”
Kouga braced himself at the words while the two youkai holding him bent him forward, forcing him to present his ass to the demon behind him like a bitch in heat.
“How humorous you should say so,” a deep voice growled from the shadows. “I was just thinking the same thing about you.”
One moment there had been a hot, heavy, erection pressing against his backside and in the next there was a hot wash of blood splattering around him. High pitched screams. Kouga turned to see Sesshoumaru, white moon beam hair flying out behind him, as he cut the mountain cat demons down two at a time. Kouga scrambled to his feet, struggling with his good arm to bring up what was left of the torn pants to cover his trembling form. He stumbled over his own feet, his body shaking with a relief that was so profound that he honestly doubted he could walk.
On the ground behind him was the demon, Jori, his eyes gone wide with shock as he grasped between his legs to where his manhood had once been. Sesshoumaru had sliced it clean off. By the arc of the blood spray, the demon wasn’t long for this world.
“F-Fuck.” Kouga collapsed to his knees as blood curdling screams filled the night air to mingle with the coppery scent of blood.
The girl, Sayo, leapt to her feet, her eyes wide and frantic. Abject horror bled from every pore on her small body. She ran, tripping over her own feet, as she tried to make it to the cover of the forest.
She didn’t get very far. Sesshoumaru lifted the girl up by her neck, her small feet kicking helplessly in the air as she fangled from his grip. Blood red eyes bored into her own, and Kouga watched as the girl dropped her gaze submissively.
“You are a half demon,” Sesshoumaru snarled thickly, his fangs glistening in the moonlight.
“P-Please don’t kill me…” Tears streaked down her cheeks, and she still would not raise her eyes to meet his.
“Sessh-“ Kouga coughed, choking on the gag in his mouth. “D-Don’t”
Sesshoumaru lowered the girl to the ground.
“These men were your relations?” Sesshoumaru growled, indicating the carnage that littered the forest floor.
The girl, Sayo, nodded her bowed head, shaking so badly it was a wonder she was still on her feet.
“You will come with me girl. As a servant in my fortress to repay your debt. Do not run, I will find you.”
She nodded meekly.
It was then that Sesshoumaru turned those fiery golden eyes towards Kouga. All the breath left him at the rage that boiled there.
“Wolf.” Kouga flinched at the hard tone. “Come here. Now.”
Sesshoumaru was going to beat him within an inch of his life, Kouga knew. His cobalt eyes flickered downward. A sound, which came out suspiciously like a whimper, escaped Kouga’s throat as he forced his abused body into motion. He tripped, stumbled, before he stood in front of Sesshoumaru’s proud, strong form.
“Wolf, you will look at me when I address you.” Sesshoumaru snarled and Kouga again flinched under the tone. Slowly he raised his eyes as shamed burned his cheeks.
Sesshoumaru reached down and in a deft move sliced through the leather gag that reeked of fear and cat’s seed.
For the longest time Sesshoumaru said nothing but simply stared down at Kouga, who was beginning to sway on his feet. Before the wolf prince could protest, Sesshoumaru scooped the battered wolf up into his arms. Kouga didn’t make a peep. He was too exhausted, both mentally and physically, to fight the Tai youkai for treating him like a helpless female.
“Girl, you will follow me. Do not make me regret sparing your life.”
Kouga closed his eyes as Sesshoumaru set a steady but firm pace through the forest. His head was pounding while shame and humiliation soured in his stomach. He could still taste the cat demon in his mouth, still feel the chafe from the gag.
Sesshoumaru had been right all along. Kouga was weak and stupid. If he had been an Alpha, none of those bastards would have dared to lay a hand on him. He didn’t know what was worse, that he had allowed the violation to happen, or that Sesshoumaru had been the one to save him…again.
Kouga could only imagine what was in store for him once they reached the castle. He squeezed his eyes shut so tightly that it burned. The words Joren said earlier came back to him then. Sesshoumaru was going to take him to rid the scent of cat from his body and mouth and replace it with his own.
His gut clenched tight at the thought wouldn’t be able to stop Sesshoumaru, no more than he had been able to stop the cat youkai. If he lived through the beating that Sesshoumaru would doubtlessly give him, Kouga had nothing to look forward to except more pain and humiliation.
For the first time in a long time Kouga felt well and truly scared. He was more vulnerable now then he had ever been before. And he was too damn tired. Tired of being used, sucked up, beaten and deprived. He longed for the comfort of his pack, for caring and gentle hands.
Kouga had never been coddled before in his life, his father simply would not allow for such a thing to happen. Sure, his mother would sneak him the occasional kiss or hug, but if his father ever found out about it the old wolf would punish him severely for it. Even his pack didn’t give him the type of care and comfort he craved. Sure, when he became ill or sick they clustered around him, worried for his wellbeing. And yet still they sought comfort and protection from him. It was not his role to play, being the Alpha.
He felt more tired, broken, and used then he ever had before. Sesshoumaru must be so pleased with himself, Kouga thought on a bitter sigh.
The wolf prince of the Northern Mountains had finally been broken.
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A/N: Ehhh…. So how was it guys? I’m not sure how I feel about this chapter. Hopefully you'll let me know :) I got some lovely reviews from the last chapter and they are very much appreciated.
whitetiger9953 - Thank you! It is totally the bane of my existence...and I think I've seriously contemplated doing the same thing!
pumpkinpi- That's why I brought him into the story :) He's such a fun character to play with!
Kerbear- haha! Thank you :) Sesshoumaru is one tough cookie to try and write about. I always feel like it's a struggle to keep him in character XP
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