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Ch 2 Bound
Disclaimer:
I. Don’t. Own. Inuyasha. *glances over at her lawyer* Happy now?!
[A/N]
So I don’t own Inuyasha. I’m ok with that. Really I
am. It’s not like I want the entire
anime. I’m not that greedy. There’re just certain characters I wouldn’t mind
having… *glances over to where Sesshoumaru is
dressing in nothing more than a spiked collar and a black silk thong* …all to
myself. Hehe.
Anyways,
so here’s the second chapter. And to those who have already read the first
chapter and skipped to this one, I added a warning for strong language. So here
they are again, just to satisfy my lawyer. *glare glare*
WARNINGS:
Rated NC17 for rape, language, sexual content, humiliation, and maybe torture.
If
any of these offend you, don’t read.
No one can make you stay and read, so please, be mature and leave.
For
those of you that stay, enjoy~
Ch
2 Bound
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Kagome splashed noisily in the hot spring as her eyes
searched the tall wooden fence for any method of
escape. The bath had been her idea, a stalling tactic that Naraku
had seized upon with frightening intensity. She was to “cleanse the stench of
that half breed” from her skin.
Across from the edge of the pool, Kagura
stepped out with a towel and a burgundy silk robe over one arm.
“I’m not ready!” Kagome protested instantly, an edge of
panic to her voice.
“He won’t wait anymore,” Kagura
told her grimly. “Any longer, and he’ll come looking for you himself.”
Kagome fell silent. After a moment, she rose and stepped out
of the water, accepting the towel as Kagura wrapped
it around her shoulders. Hugging the soft, terry cloth about her for comfort,
Kagome turned to Kagura.
“Has there been any sign of Inuyasha?”
she dared ask. Automatically, she began to dry off, the action so habitual it
was subconscious on Kagome’s part.
“None.”
Kagura’s flat tone dashed all of
the hopeful notions Kagome had nurtured as she soaked.
“None at all?” she pushed, her hands pausing with the towel.
“None,” Kagura bristled. The wind
witch glanced sideways at the girl as her shoulders drooped in defeat.
Something like reluctant sympathy ghosted over the witch’s face.
“I’ve never seen him this well prepared,” Kagura admitted. “Or this determined.”
Kagome noticed the way Kagura
avoided saying Naraku’s name, almost as if by saying
her master’s name, she would somehow invoke him.
“Oh,” Kagome said softly, her spirits sinking as she
finished drying. When Kagura held open the robe,
Kagome obediently slid her arms into it.
Consternation flashed across Kagura’s
face as she watched the girl tie the robe closed.
“If—” Kagura started, then ground to a halt. Her tense body language conveyed her
uncertainty and unease. She paused, stole a glance at Kagome.
“If you keep him occupied, then I’ll carry Kikyo outside the barrier, where she can be found,” Kagura offered slowly.
“You will?” Kagome asked in surprise.
Kagura nodded shortly, opening and
snapping her fan closed in agitation.
Kagome was quiet a moment. Then, “What about me?” she asked
tentatively.
“I can’t help you,” Kagura stated.
“Why Kikyo and
not me?” Kagome snapped in irritation, her anger flaring illogically.
“You’re the one he’s waiting for,” Kagura
snapped back. “He’d notice if you went missing.”
“So?” Kagome spat back. “Won’t he notice Kikyo’s
missing?”
“Not immediately,” Kagura
admitted.
“Why don’t you escape with me?” Kagome suggested; sudden
hope on her face.
“Because I can’t escape Naraku,” Kagura said shortly. “He holds my beating heart within his
grasp and can destroy me at any time he pleases.”
“Oh,” Kagome said, her temper dying abruptly.
Kagura nodded once, signaling the
end of the conversation. She turned a cold shoulder to the girl, heading for
the door inside.
“Thank you for your help,” Kagome talked to the wind witch’s
retreating back. “But I don’t understand why you would take such a risk for
us.”
The door slid open with a small clack. Kagura
paused, one hand still on the door, her back still to Kagome.
“Because…he’s taken me, against my will,” she whispered.
“And I…felt sorry for you.”
Thick silence fell after those words, stifling out any reply
Kagome might have made, although she could think of none appropriate. Silently
she trailed behind the wind witch as they traversed through the castle’s halls.
Anxiety and dread and undefined fear pooled in a thick, heavy mass in her
stomach.
What was she going to do?! The time had already come to pay
the price of her lie!
She couldn’t
pretend she was willing, could she?
Impossible! she immediately thought to herself. She had never been that good of an actress, never could be, even now, with so much at
stake.
Inuyasha! Where ARE you?! she
bemoaned.
Kagome almost ran into Kagura’s
back, coming up short as she realized the wind witch had stopped at a doorway
and was opening the sliding panel.
“I have brought the miko, my
lord,” Kagura announced tonelessly, her eyes never
leaving the floor.
“Very good,” Naraku’s voice, as
smooth as dark, silk chocolate and just as sinful, said from within. “Send her
in.”
At the sound of his voice, Kagome went ramrod stiff. Panic
bubbled up and over, filling her with sudden indecision. Every instinct she
possessed screamed at her to flee-as fast and as far as she could. But she was
frozen, her legs useless against mind-numbing fear. She couldn’t go in there! He
wanted to rape her!
A muttered curse, hissed under Kagura’s
breathe in her direction, snapped Kagome to attention. She took one shaky step
backwards.
“Run, and I will cut you down with
my wind blades,” Kagura hissed over her shoulder.
“Your death will be quick.”
Kagome blanched at the wind witch’s words. She understood,
that in her own way, Kagura was offering her mercy. But Kagome wasn’t ready to die.
She wanted to live.
She sucked in a deep breath and took a tentative step
towards the door. Another step and another, although each was
no less difficult than the last, until Kagome found herself across the
threshold. The sound of the sliding door shutting echoed abnormally in
Kagome’s ears, like an omen of doom.
Her eyes darted around the room like a frightened deer’s
until they came to rest on Naraku’s shadow enshrouded
figure where he leaned casually against the wall. The pose seemed contrived,
and Kagome wondered illogically if he had done it for her benefit. Then he was
moving, sauntering, stalking towards her, and her momentary folly was instantly
forgotten. She fought not to shrink back, to cower and retreat as he came
towards her. Deliberately she straightened her spine and raised her chin,
meeting his expectant leer head on with her own defiant stare.
Naraku’s dark eyes flashed. Hunger, deep and vile and tainted,
suffused his being. She was magnificent. The
darkness of the red against her pale flesh was striking, giving her skin the
luminescence of pearls. Her hair, dark and rich and heavy, cascaded over her
shoulders, its color a true blackness when wet. Her dark eyes, bright with
anger, were burning with the strength of her spirit. Just the thought of breaking her gave him an
erection that throbbed with readiness.
“Ka-go-me.”
The way he said her name sent shivers up her spine. The way
he tested and tasted each syllable raised goose bumps and things in her abdomen
curled uneasily. It was fear, and something else; something she only in her
most sordid fantasies had ever felt. An unnamed stirring that
she won’t even acknowledge to herself.
“Poor, brave miko,” Naraku crooned like an endearment.
Kagome instantly stiffened in protest, unsettled beyond
words by her response to the emotions hinted at in his tone. She heard desire,
desire for her, and the part of
Kagome that was female unfurled cautiously, giving Naraku
its undivided attention. Her own unease spiked her fear, sharpening her dislike
of Naraku.
“You are the foulest, most evil creature that has ever
walked this Earth,” Kagome spat with total conviction.
Naraku’s eyes flickered with
something like irritation and surprise. Then his face shut down as his familiar
mask fell into place.
“You flatter me,” Naraku smiled
with false amusement.
Kagome’s eyes narrowed. Naraku’s
smile widened, and just a hint of mockery made his eyes shine softly.
“You’re lovely when you’re angry,” Naraku
commented nonchalantly, but he couldn’t keep the excitement out of his voice.
He took a step towards her, his hand half raised as if to reach for her.
No! NO! Don’t touch
me! she thought, panic and fear robbing her of her
determination.
Kagome trembled like a scared rabbit, her anger vanishing
instantly. Unconsciously she pressed her back flat against the door, seeking to
escape his touch. She was a hairs breath away from bolting, her
only thought of self preservation.
Naraku seemed to sense this and he
halted, his smile turning into a displeased frown.
“On the futon,” he commanded quietly, an edge of steel to
his smooth tone.
“No!” she responded immediately, without thought.
A vein in Naraku’s cheek ticked as
he clenched his jaw. “No?” he repeated softly, menace dripping from his voice.
Kagome came up short at that sound, catching herself. Her
insides felt like ice. Reflexively, her lips were already forming the word
‘no,’ but she stilled them with effort.
Inuyasha is coming, she told herself. Any time now, he’ll be here.
Slowly, reluctantly, she inched her way around Naraku until she had a clear view at the futon. She shot
forward, eager to put some distance between herself and Naraku.
Almost, almost she made it past him
before his hand snaked out to close around her wrist. Instinctively she fought
him, trying to wrench his hand off her wrist with her other hand.
“No!” she cried as he pulled her towards him.
“No,” she whimpered, quieter this time.
“No, no,” she
began to sob as Naraku hauled her towards him.
Roughly his other hand circled the back of her neck, drawing
her face near his. His smile was ugly and triumphant, his eyes glinting bright
with lust. Then his cruel, sensual lips were bruising hers as he swallowed down
her frightened scream. With a final, rough tug on her wrist, he pulled her body
flush with his and held her there by wrapping his arm around the small of her
back.
She struggled, but it did her no good. Kagome could feel her
panic rising, could feel it spiraling out of control like her fear. With the
mindless viciousness of a cornered animal, Kagome sank her small white teeth
into Naraku’s lower lip.
Naraku jerked back at the sudden
pain, loosening his grip on her. Kagome shoved against his chest and managed to
break free, the force of her push causing her to stumble backwards. Unconcerned
with her freedom, Naraku lifted disbelieving fingers
to his mouth. Vengeful wrath filled his eyes as they came away covered in
blood.
“Bitch!” he
hissed.
“Bastard!” she
hissed right back and slapped him so hard his face whip-lashed to the side. The
solid smack of flesh against flesh
fell into the sudden stillness like the tolling of a death bell.
Slowly, unhurriedly, he turned to look at her. There was a
dangerous gleam to his eyes, and Kagome was already recoiling as he lashed out.
His palm connected against her cheek bone with such force that she was sent
sprawling across the floor, half on, half off the futon.
Moments after she hit the floor she was already rising up,
bracing for his next attack. Kagome’s cheek burned, her vision blurring at the
edges, and inside her head was a dull static that fuzzed out coherent thought. Over
the ringing in her ears, Kagome was dimly aware of Naraku’s
movement. Immediately she started scuttling backwards on hands and feet to get
away from him.
The edge of her robe caught under him. Kagome gave a half
gasp, half yip of mingled protest and fear. She looked up into Naraku’s composed face, blinking rapidly in an effort to
see more clearly. She saw his hand descend, those long, slim fingers reaching
for her. She watched them with a sort of horrid fascination, immobile for a few
precious seconds.
The cool pads of his first three fingers traced the
darkening bruise on her cheek. Unable to help herself, she flinched and that
light, exploring touch moved lower to clamp about her chin. Forcefully he
raised her gaze to meet his.
“Never. Strike. This. Naraku. Again.” he warned her. He knelt, his knee trapping the
material between her legs. The sides of the front fell open to reveal her
small, bare feet, slender ankles, and strong, gently rounded calves. Both of
them looked down as the motion of the fabric caught their eyes.
The pale cream of her skin looked very white against the
dark red of the robe, and Kagome flushed. She showed more skin in her school uniform,
but here it seemed sordid, dirty.
Naraku smirked, pleased. The
hunger was back in his eyes, but not to the untamed wildness it had been
before. He leaned over her, his other hand braced on the floor by her hip to
support his weight.
Kagome knew he intended to kiss her again. But with his knee
pinning her robe, she couldn’t tear free without losing the garment. Her
revulsion warred with her need not to be naked before Naraku.
Frozen with indecision, all she could do was shiver and clench her eyes shut,
waiting for the horrible moment when the taste of him would again soil her
lips.
Help me, she cried
wordlessly.
She felt Naraku’s warm breath on
her face.
Inuyasha, she pleaded.
Stray locks of silken darkness brushed against her skin.
Help me! she cried soulfully.
Delicate, no more than a kiss of butterfly wings, Naraku’s lips hovered over her own.
“Kiss me,” he whispered, the motion of his lips sending
little fissions of excitement down her spine.
She shivered involuntarily, the pleasure both unexpected and
unwelcome. Like a sluggish sleeper, self doubt stirred within her. How could
she react like that to Naraku’s touch? Was there
something wrong with her? Surely it was just a fluke.
“Or Kikyo dies,” he threatened.
That whisper touch against her lips again, the surprising spark of excitement
that followed, fueled Kagome’s doubt, increasing her self incrimination.
At the sound of his voice, her eyes flew open to meet his. The
intent she read there left her no choice but to take him at his word. She
swallowed convulsively, the taste of Naraku’s blood
still a bitter twang on her tongue. What would it feel like to have that mouth
on hers, to have it tease and touch her own? Her abdomen knotted with
anticipation, a reaction that repulsed her and badly shook her self confidence.
The very fact that she was wondering filled her with shame, her love and
loyalty to Inuyasha causing guilt to unfurl in her
gut.
She had to stall for time. Inuyasha
would come for her, just like he always did. Firmly believing that, she closed
her eyes to shut out Naraku’s face and pretended that
it was Inuyasha she was kissing. Kagome pressed her
lips to Naraku’s, holding onto that mental image.
Naraku’s grip on her chin loosened
and his fingers buried themselves in her hair, cupping the back of her head. His
lips worked against hers, nibbling and coaxing, until hers went lax with
surprise. Taking advantage of the moment, Naraku
slipped his tongue into the thin slit between her lips, tasting her without
risking her teeth.
At that warm, wet sensation, she jerked against his
restraining hand. Pleasure shot through her like liquid fire, just as quickly
gone. Her perfect image of Inuyasha’s smiling face
fractured and burst into a thousand splinters that lodged themselves in her
heart. Rage rose in her breast and she struck, biting down on air where Naraku’s tongue had been seconds before. Denied that
satisfaction, Kagome ground her teeth, growling into Naraku’s
mouth.
A chuckle of amusement escaped from Naraku.
He increased the pressure on her skull, mashing their lips together. Quicker
than a snake strike, he sucked her lower lip between his teeth where he held it
delicately. Unhurriedly he traced the plump red flesh with his tongue, savoring
the unique taste of her. He bore down, breaking the skin with his canines, so
that her rich, salty blood trickled into his mouth. A moan, guttural and deep
throated, tore from him. Kagome stiffened in unhappy surprise, but he ignored
her reaction. Disgusted, repulsed, she pressed her hands flat on his chest,
pushing futilely against him. He bit down more enthusiastically and a small
whimper escaped as her pain increased. He tugged on her lip, loving the way he
could elicit that same response from her again.
At last he broke the kiss, releasing her. Sensing a chance
to escape, Kagome tore her head out of his hand and crawled away on hands and
feet, abandoning the robe. She was up and on her feet in a heartbeat, her lead
foot suspended as she turned to run.
Naraku’s hand closed around her
ankle, pulling her grounded foot out from under her. Kagome’s body impacted on
the wooden floor with a heavy thud, tearing a grunt from her chest. He dragged
her towards the futon as she kicked and struggled, her fingernails scraping the
wood as she grabbed for anything to hang on to. With a great heave, Naraku flipped her onto her back on the futon. He raised
his free hand to strike her and Kagome turned away, bracing for a blow that
never came.
He stood poised over her, his eyes roaming over her
scratched, reddened, naked flesh. From the tips of her pink toes, slowly up her
legs, to the dark curls at the apex of her thighs, across her taunt, flat
stomach, lingering on her up thrust, rosy tipped breasts, to her face, Naraku inspected every inch of her.
Kagome looked up, wondering why he was hesitating, and froze
at the emotion in his eyes. The lust was still there, waiting to devour her,
but the very human longing underneath it made Naraku
seem almost vulnerable. She rose up on her elbows, unnerved to her core by the
lapse in his cold control.
Could it be?! Was it
possible?!?! she
thought. She knew intuitively that right now Naraku
was not seeing her as Kagome but as Kikyo.
Did Naraku actually love Kikyo?!?!?!
she wondered silently. Her fear retreated minutely,
leaving room for the pity that rose within her. How many times had she seen
that very same expression on her own face every time Inuyasha
ran off to see Kikyo? How many times had she felt
that dark stab of envy, jealousy, and rage every time Inuyasha
thought of Kikyo first?
The light of pity in her eyes jolted Naraku
out of whatever strange mood had suddenly overtaken him. The black wrath that
resulted from her seeing him that way translated directly into the need to lash
out and hurt something.
“Yes,” he put her thoughts into words, his old smile back on
his face. “We both know what it is to be denied by those we desire most.”
He stalked towards her, his stance aggressive and
threatening. “But you, my dear Kagome, look enough like Kikyo
to be her substitute.”
He halted, towering above her with malicious lust and self
deprecation in his eyes.
“I’m getting what I want,” he paused and knelt, bringing
himself to her eye level. “But what does Kagome want?”
He crawled towards her. “More than anything else in the
world?” he continued.
His fingers brushed against the inside of her right instep
and Kagome shivered involuntarily. His smile widened as he leaned closer.
“I know,” he said smugly.
He placed his lips next to her ear.
“Inuyasha,”
he whispered, delighted with the way she shivered when his breath teased her
neck. He shifted shape, assuming a new form.
“More than anything else in the world, that’s what you want,
isn’t it little miko?” he purred, his cheek still
intimately close to hers. He leaned back, letting her see the changes he had
wrought.
“No!” she cried
immediately, her voice half demanding, half hysterical. Her eyes darted from
his amber eyes, his white hair, his fangs, to the doggie ears on top of his
head.
“You can’t!” she denied.
“Oh, but I have,” he contradicted her. He sank in close to
her until their foreheads were almost touching. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
he mocked her.
“No, no, no, no, no,
no, no,” she moaned repeatedly, shaking her head. Something vital broke
inside, and Kagome realized it was her expectation that she was going to be
able to escape before Naraku had his way with her.
She still had hope, still believed that Inuyasha
would come for her, but not before the damage was wrought. She looked into his
face, the face that mimicked Inuyasha’s, and felt the
first stirrings of despair. Her anger had gone cold long ago, and she wondered
how soon it would turn to hate.
“Please,” she
articulated; her cry a plea for relief; for deliverance.
“No one will save you,” he stated. He smiled with Inuyasha’s lips and fangs, turning Inuyasha’s
customary sneer into something twisted, unholy, and purely evil.
“Inuyasha won’t stop until he’s
found me!” Kagome shot back with conviction.
“He isn’t here for you now,” Naraku
pointed out. The gleam of assured triumph shone in his eyes and his touch was
light, almost gentle as he ran Inuyasha’s claws up
and down Kagome’s skin. “But I am.”
“I could never want you!”
Kagome snarled, her voice distorted by revulsion and outrage.
The hungry heat in his eyes flashed cold and he dug his
claws into the skin at Kagome’s throat, drawing blood.
“You will,” he promised in a low, evil voice. “Before this
is over, you will beg me to take
you!”
“Never!” she hissed.
His smile was twisted with anticipation, his eyes cruel and
malicious. Using his hand on her throat to pin her to the floor, he bent towards
her breast. She gripped his head, pushing him away, her panic giving her
strength. With a low growl of frustration, he tightened his hold, cut off her
air supply. Instinctively her hands flew to her throat, tugging ineffectively
on his fingers.
Free of her restraint, he took one rosy nipple in his mouth.
Hot and wet, he suckled her, tonguing the tip with quick little flicks. Starbursts
of excitement crackled through Kagome, shocking her to stillness. Despite her
terror, she felt her body grow warm and languid. Below, between her thighs, she
felt herself go moist.
Kagome lay quiet beneath him, absorbing the truth of her
body’s betrayal. She stared at the ceiling, unseeing, her vision clouding over.
She realized she hated him; truly hated him without reserve. But deeper, wider,
more significant than that, was the sudden loathing that she felt for herself.
How could she say she loved Inuyasha if she felt
pleasure at Naraku’s touch?! How could she feel
anything at Naraku’s touch?!?! She didn’t deserve to love Inuyasha!
She had always feared, deep down, that there was something wrong with her, some
internal flaw, that kept Inuyasha from giving up Kikyo and choosing only her. She now knew it was true. No
one sane or normal would feel pleasure when something as vile and evil as Naraku touched them. Only her.
Kagome felt the darkness gather inside her, felt the stain
of ugliness spreading through her miko soul as an
almost physical sensation. Her powers flared in response, burning away the evil
that fought to take hold. Pink, electric, comforting in its sheer intensity, it
surged through her, awaiting her command.
That’s right,
Kagome thought to herself. I’m not
defenseless after all.
She lifted her arms,
pressed her palms against Naraku’s scalp, and flung
all that loose power down at Naraku’s skull.
“Don’t touch me!”
she screamed vehemently, the stench of sizzling hair and skin filling the air.
Naraku reared back with a hoarse
cry of pain, pulling away from her. His black eyes filled with murderous hatred
and he struck her across the left temple with a closed fist. Her head
whip-lashed to the side and she lay there, stunned. The warm, glowing light
around her hands faded away completely as Naraku
gathered her wrists together in one hand. With the other he unlaced the belt
from his robe and wound the silk tightly around her wrists. Reaching over her,
he flipped the corner of the futon to reveal an iron ring that was bolted to
the floor. With practiced ease he looped the silk repeatedly through the ring,
drawing her arms above her head. With a final tug he secured the knot.
Kagome blinked, regaining consciousness, her temple pounding
in time to her heartbeat. Her gaze was instantly drawn to the pale line of his
skin the loose robe had revealed as he leaned over her. Naraku
was lean and muscular, more so than she had thought. His chest was bare of any
hair, his pectoral muscles well defined. His stomach was flat, except for the
slight definition of his abs, and also hairless. Involuntarily, she looked
lower, unable to stop herself, at the rigid erection that jutted proudly from a
thatch of black curls. Here Naraku’s alabaster skin
was flushed and semi translucent; she could see the veins that ran up the
length of the column of his penis. The head was ridged and smooth, with a
single eye that leaked a small, white tear.
“Welcome back little miko,” Naraku said at length, interrupting her study of him.
At the sound of his voice, she flushed and looked away. She
tried to jerk her hands down, became distracted by her inability to move
either, and forgot her embarrassment in her growing distress. She writhed
against the silk, rubbing the already chafed skin on her wrists raw again, but
found herself unable to slip either hand free.
“What did you do to me?” she demanded as she exerted
herself.
“Nothing yet,” he said, running a fingertip down the
sensitive skin of her inner arm. She grew still, felt the shiver of pleasure
gathering in her abdomen. Ruthlessly she suppressed it, refusing to give him
the chance to see it. As his ghostly, exciting touch drifted towards her
breast, she felt her distress morph into millions of nervous, fluttering
ribbons in the base of her stomach. She still felt like a prey animal, small
and trapped, cornered by a large predator, but underneath her fear, underneath
her despair, was a sort of queasy excitement. An anticipation of something that
Kagome had no name for, but which her body knew
on some basic, instinctual level. She felt helpless, was aware of her vulnerability
in a very feminine way. His finger brushed over the tip of her nipple, causing
it to harden and her to gasp.
“But I plan to rectify that,” he promised silkily.
Kagome’s eyes met his, and the dark, lustful hunger there
made her shudder.
She was completely at Naraku’s
mercy.
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