Rape

The tremble turned into a violent shudder as Hiei's body finally
gave out, unable to obey Yomi's spell any longer. He collapsed against me
and slid down my chest until his head rested heavily on my lap. I couldn't
look down to see him, still frozen in the pose Yomi had placed me in. My
hands were now up under Hiei's armpits, hot and wet, and I could feel his
breathing even out a bit. I hoped that he had passed out. I prayed that he
had passed out. I close my eyes and tried to rest also. I know that Yomi
has only started to play with me and I am going to need all the strength I
can muster if I am going to survive.

Yomi came back accompanied by a high sweet tinkling sound. Bells, I
realize as I keep mys cls closed, my breathing deep and even, pretending to
be asleep. Fingers run gently through my hair, then tangle and yank hard
enough to bring tears stinging into my eyes.

"Kurama, look what I've brought for you."

I resist him. I will not. He yanks again, pulling my face down and
I feel a large chunk of my hair leave with his fingers. I keep my eyes
closed. I will not...a moan. Hiei! My eyes snap open of their own volition.
Yomi had the toe of his boot wedged between Hiei's rear. He lifted his foot
again and the choked sound of anguish he wrings from Hiei wretches my
chest. I glare up at him, letting him know he's won. He studies my face as
he nudges Hiei once more, just to make sure we understand each other.
Hiei's weak shriek beats against my ears as he nods and takes his foot
away. He brings his hand slowly out from behind his back and smiles
slightly as he sees the loathing in my eyes that I can't hide.

"It's beautifisn\isn't it?" He holds the leather collar stretched
between his hands.

Black leather studded with amber ovals interspaced with tiny gold
bells. It is obscene!

"Let's see how it fits."

He moves behind me, lowers it slowly past my eyes then pulls it in
tight against my throat. I feel it close around my neck and a primal
shudder shakes me as he does the buckle, his fingers whispering against my
skin. He did it tight, almost choking. I swallow and snarl silently as the
movement sets the bells tinkling. His hands are in my hair again, combing
it through his fingers. I realize he is braiding it, getting it away from
my face. He shakes the end and I hear bells again and feel the weight of
them as he drops the end of the braid. He puts his wrist in front of my
eyes and shakes it from side to side, making the four strands of bells
there jingle. Hiei is in his way now. Yomi grabbed Hiei by his upper arm
and I strain uselessly to close my fingers and hold him to me as Yomi lifts
him and tosses him aside, like a rag doll discarded by a spoiled child. A
strand of bells goes around each of my ankles and each of my wrists. Then
Yomi pulled two bell clustered rings off his forefinger. I realize with a
silent groan that they aren't 'rings'.

He stokes the right side of my chest with feather-light fingers,
sensitizing my skin, then scratches lightly at my nipple with his nails. My
body responds, tightening and pushing up that small bit of flesh. I flinch
as he clamps the ring onto it, blink back tears as the weight of the bells
pulls at it painfully. He takes his time with the other, playing with my
left nipple and I try not to feel it but can't help it as my body betrays
me as he mixed pleasure with pain. Then both are on and I curse myself as a
tear slips hot down my cheek. He gathers it onto his finger with a happy
smile. Bastard. But he's not done. Not yet.

"Stand up, Kurama."

I do. I have no choice. He takes the finishing touch out of his
pocket and shows it to me. This ring has the little clusters of bells
hanging from evenly spaced half inch chains. I hold my breath, wondering if
he's going to hurt me much as he touches my penis, not yet fully erect. He
simply moves it out of the way, not ready to play that game yet and
squeezes close the golden ring high around my scrotum. I feel the skin
there move as the bells rest against me, cold against my flesh. He takes
the length of leather that was tucked into his belt, a long leash, and
snaps the hook into the lead ring.

"Down on your hands and knees, Kurama."

The tinkle of the bells is horridly loud in my ears as I go down.
He holds the leash in one hand, keeping pressure on the collar as he walks
around me, admiring his handiwork. He pats my rear then comes back around
to my head, reaches down and tips my face up so I'm looking straight ahead.

"Very nice, Kurama. Now, lets go for a walk."

My body obeys him as he leads me out of the door and I feel my face
burn in shame and fury as the youkai we pass in the corridor make lude and
appreciative comments to Yomi on his new pet.


He walks fast now, making me scramble to keep up with him, the
rough stone floors taking the skin off my hands and knees, the bells a
strange, sweet accompaniment to my labored pants. I know he's doing this to
try and break my spirit. I promise him that I won't let that happen. And
even as I do, I'm afraid. Afraid of what might be coming. He turns into a
corridor and I can feel the hungry eyes of the two guards there on me as we
pass. He opens a door and pulls me through, shuts it behind him as I see
where I am. This is Yomi's bed chamber. I keep my eyes off the big bed and
look around the room, searching for any potential weapon or escape route. I
strain my eyes sideways to try to get a better look at the large cage in
the corner, the bars sculpted like vines. I see Hiei behind the sharp metal
leaves, a fetal curl of dark skin. Yomi drapes the leather of the leash
across my back and goes to his desk as I try to get my breathing under
control. He comes back with an ewer and a bowl. He puts it down in front of
me, then fills it from the ewer and pushes my face down until my lips touch
the surface of water.

"Drink."

I lap it up like the animal he is trying to make me be as he
strokes my hair. He takes the leash again when I am done and leads me to
the cage, opens it and undoes the clasp of the leash.

"Go in, Kurama," he pats me on the rear again as I pass him. I hear
the cage door shut, then the spell he has held me with is released and I
collapse into an exhausted huddle as a wave of weakness hits me. I realize
that the strands of bells on my ankles and wrists are now active, draining
my rei and my physical strength both. I smile finding a perverse humor in
how frightened Yomi is of me that he feels he must use so many wards to
keep me under control.

"What in the FUCK are you smiling about?"