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Angel of the metamorphosed Evil	By : Eternalbloodlust Category: InuYasha > General > DarkFic Views: 3979 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-CH-1: MYSELF AS I ALWAYS HAVE BEEN
- 2-Ch-2: Virtuous in Crime or Criminal in Virtue
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�� Angel of the metamorphosed
Evil

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Ch-1: MYSELF AS I ALWAYS HAVE BEEN

Everyone knows me as Kagome,
Kagome Higurashi, and the re-incarnation of the priestess Kikyo. But even then,
I actually can�t say I�m the real KAGOME,
I can�t even convincingly justify the fact that I am not Kagome for I am born
as Kagome and do have spiritual powers but their source is not, in reality what
you think it is.
All of you believe that I love Inuyasha, well actually I do
covet him, want him to belong to me; or else why would I shoot the arrow at
Kikyo when even a baby could tell it would kill her�she was a hindrance in my
path but it�s not my desire to remove her.

After all, why should I desire for killing an already dead
woman when in reality I can derive much better satisfaction in watching her
lose the love of her life to me!

Well, I am revealing my greatest secret to you; I am not an evil girl but at times, I do
things that mortal�s term as EVIL�

That is not everything, I have my own reasons for these
deeds; there are plenty actually�so much that I may miss out some without� revealing it to you.

At the most superficial level,� I do feel insecure; My lover is after another
woman who is nothing but my gloom shadow, my family fawns over my brother and
snubs me badly enough to forget about me when I am gone, my peers and teachers
ignore me because I am not a worthy student. And my father-

His memory brings in lots of scattered and disturbed
reminiscences which are so vague that even now I can�t be sure whether they had
ever happened at all or not�

However, I am giving it a very hard try, so if things appear
too fuzzy do tolerate me for a while; I would try my best to put it as much
coherency as I possibly can afford to.

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My earliest memory was when I was a baby literally, about
one and a half-year.
Both my parents went out to work leaving me with my
grand-father who acted as a baby-sitter. I have equivocal memories about him.

He often would make me naked, kissing my girl-parts and I
would squirm over in delight. Being a child I took it for a very simple gesture
of affection, and like other routine acts it was also repeated. I loved it to
the extent that I would slip off my baby panties and went to him.
�LICK ME HERE,� I
would ask, showing my baby bottom,� SUCK
ME ALL OVER, GRAND-PA.�
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I might be about three years when I remember he used to take
me to relieve myself. He would, often, lick up my craps!
I would ask him, �HOW
DOES MY POTTY TASTES?�
He would give me a blob of the semi-solid substance and I
did wince at its tastelessness�
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My most confusing memory is when I was of pre-school. I was
walking past our shrine and noticed a previously un-noticed black spot on the
bark of the Goshinbu. On a closer inspection, I detected a spider. It was black all over; its rear a bit
raised much like that of a scorpion!

I know it�s hard to believe but-but the creature leered at me and strangely enough, I grinned back�

�things became more blurred back then, as I slowly realized
that the person who was pleasuring me all this time was not at all my
grandfather, it-it was my, my FATHER.

That day when I returned home, blood slowly trickling from
between my legs from the inside of my body�
I wept and mom cradled me lovably, taking me to the doctor
and I was cured within a couple of days.
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Did the spider drilled
inside my body?�i�don�t know�

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Once when I just started to go to the school, mom had to go
out for an entire fortnight. Back then things became much more complicated for
me�

I woke up one morning to find myself NAKED and chained to
the wall to MY FATHER�S BEDROOM.
He roared at me,�FUCKING WHORE, YOU DESERVE TO BE PUNISHED
FOR SHOWING YOUR PUSSY TO EVERYBODY�

I pleaded but he wouldn�t listen, he deprived himself of his
pants and tore his dirty boxers and crudely scratched at his testicles. He took
a bull-whip and gave me a dozen of thrusts, spanking me till my tiny body
turned red, swollen and tender all over. And after that I can�t tell you what
he did�

HE PENETRATED ME WITH HIS MONSTEROUS PRICK!

And I remember being reduced to a bloody and sobbing mass�degraded and being used�being reduced to the
lowest common denominator�
��
I LOST MY VIRGINITY AT THE AGE OF SIX!

I bleed the whole day, naked and staining the floor.

At night he wanted to do it again, I was too shell-shocked
to deny him anything fearing the consequences�where has our loving relation got to�so, so much�lost!

This time my girl parts are filled with crusts of partly
dried blood and he vulgarly remarked, �SLUT, YOUR KITTY REEKS OF FILTH, LET ME
FUCK YOUR MOUTH; AFTERWARDS I SHALL MAKE YOU SMELL GOOD!�

His cool temper scared me even more. However, all my
thoughts squeezed shut when HE SHOVED HIS
ENORMOUS TOOL INTO MY TINY MOUTH AND THRUSTED VICIOUSLY TILL HE CAME HARD!

It didn�t feel any better than his pussy-fucking; if
anything it felt only worse�

�SAY BABY GIRL, SAY YOU LOVE DADDY�, he roughly gurgled out as he spattered his cum in my whole tiny
body.
�I LOVE YOU, DADDY,� I croaked out mechanically, my throat too
sore to give a properly understandable vocal response and then, moments after,
he did the worst possible thing to me.

HE PEE-ED ON MY FACE�WETTING MY ENTIRE BODY WITH HIS HOT PUNGENT SMELLING
URINE!

I WAS FORCED TO TASTE HIS BITTER YELLOW FLUIDS AND WEAR
IT THE WHOLE NIGHT�it was a matter of minutes within which I lost
consciousness�
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The next day I woke up with my hands and feet tied tightly
with leather straps; I was in the bathroom. My condition only worsened, I was
probably having a fever. I was naked since that act of yesterday, my skin
had creased as his pee, cum� and my blood
has combined to form an effective adhesive; the sharp pain in-between my legs
has stilled to a silent throb. But my heart-beat re-doubled on hearing my
father�s foot-steps�

The dark smirk on his face has not vanished when he pee-ed
on me again and then, pushed himself roughly at my teeny slit; I cried out in a
broken and desperate voice but this time too he didn�t stop�

�SCREAM BABY, SCREAM YOUR PLEASURE TO DADDY�SAY YOU WANT MORE�
he remarked sadistically as I did as I was told.

The entire fortnight, I was made to stay in the
bath-room�with no proper food.

I was feed only with my father�s body wastes�he shitted,
cum-ed and urinated on my body daily�and
I have consumed�

�At times he often
SMOTHERED MY BODY IN HIS POTTY AND THEN LAPPED FUROUSLY AT MY SHIT COVERED
SKIN!

He took me daily in different positions and abused all of my
body-holes�at times he had me TWO to THREE TIMES A DAY�
It hurt, oh! It had hurt like hell but as the course was
repeated; my body became numbed to the ache�only my heart, if I can ever be
considered to have one, stung�

At times he would beat me up till I vomited in pain or tickle
me after break-fasting me with his cum till I threw up; he would consume even
those�

�at the end of the week, I remember my beloved father chuckling,
�I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU A SEX-FRENZIED SLUT!�
�and I had replied, �OH! YES, FUCK ME WITH ALL YOU HAVE,
DADDY�I AM YOUR YOUNG WHORE; HARD, REAL HARDER��

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At such an young age you will want to know how come I spoke
in such language; I often wonder at it myself; I may not even have understood
my own statement, but I did understood the feelings involved in such intimacy.
Oh! You would probably wish to know what had happened after
that, my mother came and I exposed the entire thing eventually but what
astonished me was the fact that my own memory grew foggier enough to fantasize
my grand-father instead of my father and I more or less blamed both�

In spite of being angry, both my father and grand-father
supported me enough to have ended me up in a mental asylum and there I
recognized that I am actually switching my abuser between my father and
grand-father spontaneously.

�It�s very complicated to explain but not
impossible to imagine and that�s what I must be suffering from�I accepted
this because it�s much easier than to dwell on shredded and uncertain memories!

I passed about two peaceful years in its safe haven, and was
discharged home�I took up with my normal life but the recollections came and went,
and again I simply muddled everything.

In due course my dad died; and I have a vague memory of
adding rat-kill poison�Warfarin�in his tea�
well, so if my knowledge is correct, you may conclude that
I TOOK THE LIFE OF MY OWN FATHER!

I effectively shut off that memory; I was too young to feel guilt even then.
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It was when I was eleven years, Souta was probably one year
old and I had my first period�

We again fucked, this time it was neither my grand-father
nor my dead father�it was a known-stranger
whom I called as my father, he himself said so and I agreed�he has thick tall black
hair and perfectly carved out chiseled chest like, like hard marble but warm
with life�

�AHHH! FUCK ME DADDY, SUCK MY CUM�FARD ME UP WITH YOUR FLUTE� I
did whimpered and he rode me roughly, marking me here and there.

�MUSUME-CHAN, BEG DADDY FOR MORE� he would say in a sensuous
whisper in-between the thrusts.

Later he would be panting and shaking very hard with me, our
flesh being connected by his twelve inches cock deeply embedded into my body�I
remember it clearly.

He would suck up my thick blood of woman-hood in those days
from the floor as its flow would be boosted after my climax, his slightly
elongated thin tongue coming out to lap up at in slow slurping motions.

From then on we coupled almost regularly; even three to
four times a day when situation permitted�I was not a fool to not understand
the fact that he is not any ordinary creature nor, should you think I loved him
or so, it was simply an act of mutual benefit. My family was never aware of any
of my doings or the reason of mine�s wearing big clothes to hide my bruises;
he is extremely rough at times, consuming
my blood, both fresh and rotten and flesh; and often tearing up small chunks of
flesh from my arms and thighs in the midst of our passion filled encounter�

he would often move his hands all over my body and I would
be covered in strange sticky slime;
at times I even think I imagined fangs
and claws on him�

These things, I often encouraged and indulged myself in, for
I would share and we together would feed on all of each others� body fluids and
wastes.

I skipped my periods for some months but was totally unaware
of the reasons, being of only about twelve summers; but I tried to think less
of it because whenever I would try a severe agony would over-whelm my body and
my mind would whirl even more�its much
like being possessed!

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Nevertheless, I can well dredge up our last encounter, last
at least in my world�he had me anally, and it was extremely uncomfortable�
He gave me a wonderful head, his lips and tongue sucking,
teasing and nipping at my pussy-flaps.
He gave the same treatment to my other whole, with his
tongues probing my tiny pucker and fingers drilling in and out to get a taste
of my yellowish gummy anal juice�his two thumbs prodded inside my pucker and
clutching my ass-cheeks, he violently stretched my not-so-virginal hole.
I cried out and he penetrated and moved angrily in and out
of me�

�BABY-GRRL, YOUR STAR-FISHY IS SOO SNUGGY!� and when our long
encounter ended for the day, he had stated,
�WE WILL MEET AGAIN IN FUTURE AND PAST��

�..the words have haunted me in so many solitary nights!

I had blacked out then�and, on recovering, lost all of these
memories and you people do know what did happen after that: I fell down the
well, met Inuyasha, fell in love and completed the Jewel but surely you don�t
know what happened after that�

How my past and
present collided,
�.how I discovered the
secret of the Sacred Jewels�where Good
and Evil are incorporated into a
unity, creation and destruction annihilating each other
just like me and my father,
MY PROGENITOR� he destroyed the REAL KAGOME and I destroyed him; he
gave birth to the DEMENTED KAGOME
and I-

�.I birthed his child;
he created me and so, I did recreate him even then!

��.it must be
that SATAN EXISTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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continued

A/N: This one is
perfectly vulgar, I know.� I don�t really
see any actuality here; it�s just a very sick and twisted porn, so you are
warned. This story will have another chapter and things will get even
worse�Kagome has and is suffering from SRA and it depicts her experiences
rather crudely.
�� I made poor
Kagome lose her virginity at six�its kinda because I too was abused (sexually)
at the same age (not penetrated though!)�this one also highlights mental (&
sexual) perversion caused by being a victim of child abuse (next chap will
better depict this)�Do tell me what you guys think and review.
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