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Initiation	By : Angels9191 Category: InuYasha > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 10211 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[Hello again everyone, I hope all of you remember me. I know I haven't updated in forever but I have a good excuse. I'm a freshman in college so I literally haven't had enough time for anything. Yey freshman. Anyhoo, I've finally become accustomed to things around here so I promise updates will be more speedy. In the meantime enjoy this next chappie, I hope all of you like Christi, Fala-Amaris, and Niako-san haven't forgotten about me. Not to mention any new readers of course :D Enjoy]
Chapter 6 – Raped

I lead Mizuki through the empty palace corridors silently. I try to keep my pace slow for her so her shorter legs can keep up with me. As we walk toward the event hall I attempt to control my aura but I know she can feel how anxious and upset I am.

The only thing I’m sure she can’t feel is my fear for her tonight. I know how to keep that emotion hidden completely. I don’t want her to know that I’m afraid for her because it would probably change her mind about going through with this. And I want her to stay here very much. I can’t really explain it, it might be selfish, but all I know is that for some reason every fiber of my being is telling me to convince her to stay with me in the palace.

Her slightly oversized clothes trip her up suddenly and I have to spin and catch her before she comes crashing to the floor. I hold her and our eyes meet for a moment, hers wide and innocent even with all the abuse she’s suffered. They’re a lighter gold than mine and at the moment are clouded with anxiety. I try to smile again and set her back on her feet, “Now don’t worry too much, just keep close to me and do exactly as you’re instructed.”

I turn to start walking again, we’re nearly there, but she doesn’t follow me. “Mizuki?” I ask, turning back around to see her standing and staring at her feet.

“Kat-sama? What are you not telling me about this initiation?” she asks so quietly that human ears wouldn’t of heard her.

Her question surprises me with its boldness and I can tell she’s waiting for me to punish her somehow. It makes me feel guilty now for what she’s about to go through.

I kneel down in front of her and answer softly, “This is the worst test Sesshomaru could have given. Once it begins, any member of the pack may have their way with you, even my father… or even me,”

She looks at me with a betrayed expression and I quickly back peddle, “Don’t think that I will do that to you Mizuki. I swear not to take advantage of you; I only want you to have your freedom. Once the initiation is over I will claim you and make you an official member of our pack. I promise, I will give you your freedom.”

She looks worried but puts on a brave face. She takes a deep breath and looks right at me when she says, “I trust you Kat-sama.”

Fear spikes my heart again when she says this because I understand how big of a risk this is for her. She’s deciding to trust me, even though she still doesn’t completely understand me.

I can’t let her down.

I stand again and this time I offer my hand and she takes it. We continue to the event hall where the rest of the pack is waiting for us.

“This is Mizuki. She will be performing group initiation tonight. Any who wish to claim her may do so after the initiation is complete,” I say stiffly after I have bowed to my father. I hear Mizuki’s heart beating hard behind me from her place on the floor, but she’s staying strong for now.

Sesshomaru nods slightly, his face a blank mask; even I can’t really tell what he’s thinking right now. I walk up to my throne, leaving Mizuki behind. All of the males and some of the females of the pack have showed up for this, making the total assembly about 65 demons strong. They are all the elite members who take up residence in or very near the palace. These are the families that have been around since the start of the Inu rule, and stand in very high regard in the Inu Youkai world.

I take my seat at the strait backed, finely engraved throne next to my father and his simple yet ridiculously expensive throne. It’s more important now then ever to control my aura. Sesshomaru cannot know how much I care about this little hanyou.

But now being this close to him I can faintly tell what his emotions are, and as the seconds pass that he gazes at Mizuki his anger and hatred grow to an almost alarming rate.

He opens his mouth and finally speaks in that frustratingly calm voice of his, “Who would like to begin?”

I restrain a growl as Mizuki stands like I instructed her and the demons in the great hall look at her hungrily, as if they’re going to rip her to shreds. Calm down Katsuro, this is what must happen, there’s no going back now.

When no one answers Sesshomaru decides, “Ayato, loyal and honorable. You shall go first.”

The dog demon minister grins horribly and bows to my father before striding up to the little half demon.

I can’t help but fidget a little; my claw taps on the armrest of the throne as he draws near her. I don’t want to watch this, but I know I will barely be able to blink if I am to convince Sesshomaru that my feelings for her are practically nonexistent. Only then will he allow me to claim her without me participating.

“Are you nervous son?” he asks softly, barely above a whisper.

I shake my head without looking at him, “You know how I get when I have to sit still father,” I respond coolly, trying to channel his complete control over his emotions.

Maybe he just doesn’t have emotions, so there’s nothing to control.

Mizuki stares at her feet, unmoving as Ayato grins again, his small cruel eyes evaluating every inch of her. He slowly walks in a complete circle around her, the whole time she never makes eye contact with him, and then suddenly he grabs her obi and yanks it loose. The white fabric falls gracefully to the marble floor and her kimona comes loose. Ayato grabs the red kimona next and whips it off of her, then makes quick work of the white cotton slip as well.

All too soon Mizuki is standing at the center of the great hall in nothing but her skin. I watch and she shivers slightly as the cold air of the white marble hall sinks into her pale flesh. I have to try very hard not to react as Ayato starts running his fingers and hands all over her.

“Bend over half-breed,” he says, the words slithering from his lips. My teeth clench as she does as he instructs and I watch as he loosens his robes. He moves in front of her so all I can see is his back, but I know exactly what’s happening. The other demons look on with twisted grins, some of them getting jumpy for their turn.

I take a steadying breath as I watch, trying to make my muscles relax. This has to happen. It’s the only way.

I glance at my father for a second and see a sick satisfaction in his eyes. Rage and disgust toward him fill my chest and for a split second I lose control. I quickly look away and regain control just as his eyes flick toward me. My aura is impassive again, but I’m terrified now that the damage has been done.

We both return to the scene in front of us where Ayato has his fists tangled in Mizuki’s hair as he thrusts into her mouth. With a shudder he groans and finishes down her throat. My teeth clench as he lets go of her and moves away and I see his thick white liquid run out from her mouth and onto the pristine marble floor.

The look on her face rips at my soul. There is no anger or disgust even; just a cold acceptance that this is her place in the world.

But the night is far from over. One after another, about half of the male Inu take their turn. The rest that remain get more anxious and eager for their turn as they wait and watch. My hands turn to fists and it gets harder and harder for me to keep my emotions under control.

Then the worst happens; Sesshomaru raises one of his hands gracefully and gives a small flick with his fingers before letting the hand rest back on the armrest of the throne. The demons assembled grin wider because we all know what that means. Fire at will.

My teeth grind together as six demons leap from the now buzzing mass and each takes a position on her. Keep watching, I have to keep watching, no matter how much I hate it.

They push her to her knees and drag her over by her hair so she’s straddling one who lies on his back on the floor. Another demon takes a place behind her, two more take turns with her mouth and the two left take her hands. Her body is so small and delicate, especially compared to them, but that doesn’t faze them at all. The demons are as harsh and hard as ever with her.

Keep watching Katsuro. Keep watching, it has to end eventually.

I look on as the demons thrust into all of her holes brutally. Mizuki keeps her eyes closed, almost in a state of unconsciousness. They all continue for minutes that seem to take years, growing faster in their thrusts until they might just rip her in half.

Finally, the one behind her abusing her second entrance comes at nearly the same time as the one underneath. Her eyes open and widen slightly as they push in as deep as they can to fill her up. A few seconds later the demons using her mouth grunts and grab fistfuls of her hair to come deep in her throat and in her hair. The last two spray their seed over her face and breasts.

I hold my breath so I don’t have to smell it, though it makes me feel guilty all over again. I can hardly bare to smell it while Mizuki must wear it.

They exit her body and melt back into the crowd, their thick cum spilling from her holes.

It’s still not over.

Six more demons step out from the crowd and take their places around her, giving her the same treatment as the demons before them.

This continues for hours. At times the sadistic females who have assembled come out and have their fun as well so by the end of the night there is hardly a spot on Mizuki’s body that isn’t whip-lashed or bruised.

Finally, finally the initiation ends. Everyone has had their turn and Mizuki is lying on the floor, sticky with white fluid and panting in exhausted.

I breathe a mental sigh of relief. Its over, I want to tell her, you can be whoever you want now!

But my breath freezes in my chest when Sesshomaru turns to me with the slightest of smiles. It’s never a good sign when my father smiles.

“Is there any who would now wish to claim her?” he asks, still staring directly at me.

I hear excitement in the crowd but I will have none of it. I hold my head up boldly and declare, “I will claim her father.”

A hush descends upon the room as a majority of the assembled youkai look at me with disappointment or annoyance.

Sesshomaru arches a delicate eyebrow at me, “You don’t seem very interested in her son. You didn’t take part in her initiation.”

I keep my outward composure even though I’m starting to panic. This is what I feared would happen. I answer formally, “I have not lust but simple curiosity father. You have kept me away from these creatures, I would like to study her.”

I should know better than to try to fool him though, he smiles again at me. Damn my previous emotions must have given me away!

“I do not wish to put you on the spot in front of all of our subjects son,” he says, even though I know that’s exactly what he wants to do, “But I wish to see your interest in her.” His eyes bore into me, and I know what he’s going to do. I know my worst fears are about to be realized. “Besides, if your feelings are as shallow as you say then there should be no conflict for you to take this half-breed.”

There’s no way I can get out of it. Damnit! I thought I had better control of my emotions than this. His eyes have a dangerous glint in them, daring me to betray my feelings and defy him. I can’t, not in front of these elite families who barely stay under Sesshomaru’s rule in the first place. They would rip me apart at the smallest sign of weakness.

Which means only one thing.

I force my face into an immovable mask as I stand from my throne and stride to where Mizuki is still crumpled on the floor. I feel sick as I get close and see that her eyes are barely open, the glassy orbs looking out into nothing. Maybe she won’t know it’s me.

I grab her around the waist so she’s draped over my arm, her bare behind pushing against my hips. She hangs there limp like a ragdoll. I loosen my light blue robes and make myself hard even though I’m anything but aroused.

I lift her up so her back is resting against my chest and guide my cock into her sticky opening. I don’t look at anyone, just focus on making this quick. The big group of youkai press in closer as I start to thrust in and out, all of them eager to watch.

She doesn’t know its you, just finish quick and it’ll be over, I tell myself. It doesn’t feel like anything as I go in she’s so stretched. I close my eyes, so to all that are watching it will look like pleasure, but it’s really so I don’t have to watch as I abuse this girl who I have such a strong connection to.

Her eyes get a little wider as I pick up speed. Oh no. No, no, no. Don’t look, please don’t look…

“Kat-sama?” she breathes.

I feel like I’m dying. I told her I wouldn’t do this to her and here I am, raping her. I grit my teeth as my heart shreds itself into pieces. She can’t keep talking, she’ll ruin both of us. I cup my hand over her mouth and hug her close as I finish quickly, pulling out and staining the beautiful floors instead of putting more into her already full body.

I let her fall cruelly to the floor where she stays in a heap as the rest of the assembly buzzes with excitement. They love watching Sesshomaru’s son do anything that satisfies their sick desires.

I pull my robes back to their right place and look up at my smug father standing in front of his overly adorned throne. “The girl is mine,” I growl, daring him this time to deny me.

He meets my gaze with those ever-confident eyes and replies, “Well if you like her so much I suppose you can play with her for a while.”

The tone annoys me, but at least things seem to finally be going in the direction they needed to be going hours ago.

It brings me close to physical pain to do so but I bow to him and scoop Mizuki up from the floor, carrying her bridal style toward the huge doorway of the event hall.

“Katsuro,” my father’s voice sounds, forcing me to stop. He continues in a slightly amused voice, “Don’t expect me to grant her freedom. I hope you haven’t forgotten that everything you own still belongs to me.”

To everyone in the hall the sentence is a simple statement of fact, but I know it is unfinished. My father is reminding me that no matter how old I am, I, along with all of my possessions, still belong to him.

I force a smile and say behind my back, “How could I forget father?”

Then I leave. I don’t care if anyone else wanted to speak with me, I have to get out of there. Have to try and repair the possibly irreversible damage I’ve caused to Mizuki. Not to mention my own broken sense of self. I have done something tonight that I swore I would never commit; I became my father tonight.

I run as soon as I am out of sight from the event hall and get to my quarters in the blink of an eye. I had already ordered my servants to run a hot bath before I return and couldn’t be more thankful for the forethought. I dip the now unconscious Mizuki into the steamy water, fearing that any minute she’ll wake up and accuse me of being the traitor and rapist that I now am.

I rip off my light blue and now stained robes so I am wearing only my white najuban and hakama. I throw the robe in a corner, planning to burn it when I have time.

I do my best to wash off the stickiness coating nearly every inch of the hanyou and hurriedly take her back out and wrap her up in a bathrobe about four times her size. I then set her gently down on my bed and cover her with the blankets. She doesn’t wake the entire time, which I’m grateful for at the moment. I don’t want to think about how she’ll react to me when she is awake again.

I watch her as she takes deep breaths in her sleep, all of her muscles relaxed for the moment. Sitting down at the edge of the bed I once again can’t stop the urge to stroke those cute little ears on the top of her head.

I don’t deserve to touch them though. Those silky smooth ears should be caressed by someone who she trusts and who won’t hurt her. I’ve raped her. She’ll never trust me again.

As she should. I feel like dying as I continue to greedily pet those soft flaps of skin while I still can. There’s a pressure in my chest that won’t go away and it feels as if at any moment I’ll explode. My head is spinning with all of the apologies I can possibly think of, anything that could in any way explain to her that I will never hurt her again. I wrack my brain for even one thing that could prove to her that I didn’t mean for this to happen, that it wasn’t actually me who raped her tonight.

Nothing is good enough. There is no word that could describe the depth of my self-loathing and shame for the damage I have inflicted on her.

I gently push her beautiful silvery white hair from her face, still slightly damp from the bath water, and whisper, “I’m sorry. I am so sorry,”

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