Karasu's Pleasure, Kurama's Ruin

Kurama glared fearlessly at Karasu, his eye muscles twitching in rage. His growl was muted by the gag, but Karasu snickered and ripped it off. “You bastard!” Kurama snarled, straining to get at him. “Let me go, and maybe I won’t painfully tear you to pieces.”

The raven laughed, his eyes glittering maliciously. “You’re in no position to be ordering me around, Kurama. I’ve still got your dear mother’s life in my hands! And if you don’t play by my rules, well...BANG!”

The kitsune shook in suppressed rage, but didn’t dare try to attack his enemy. Karasu stared at Kurama thoughtfully for a moment before reaching out to stroke his face. The fox cringed away from him, his insides twisting violently. The raven traced the fox’s jaw line lightly, challenging Kurama with his eyes to try and bite him. Kurama resisted, knowing that if he did, Shiori would be gone.

The hair on the back of Kurama’s neck rose as Karasu’s hand went down his shirt. He tried to squirm out of Karasu’s reach, but the warning look the raven gave him was enough to quiet him instantly. In unconscious self-defense, Kurama felt himself shift to his Yoko form. Wordlessly, Karasu pulled away the toga and dropped it on the floor, his laughing eyes taunting the fox.

The raven reached up to his face and pulled away his mask, grinning at Kurama. The fox blinked. He’s learned to control his energy. He no longer needs the mask as a power limiter. Which, unfortunately, makes him all the more dangerous... He yelped as Karasu bit his shoulder and drew blood. But he’s still a sadistic freak... Kurama whined as his captor dragged his tongue down the center of his bare chest, not liking where this was going. He pulled against his bonds, trying to break away, but failed.

Karasu chuckled quietly. “I’m going to make you hurt in places you didn’t even know you had, fox,” he hissed next to Kurama’s ear. He nipped the edge of the ear and Kurama yelped again, cursing his weakness.

The sadistic raven slashed away the fox’s pants, peeling them away with his claws. Desperately Yoko flipped his tail between his legs in a final attempt to cover himself. Karasu laughed and pulled it away, yanking viciously. Kurama suppressed another yelp, but Karasu kept pulling until the fox couldn’t hold it back. He whined and thrashed, and Karasu let go, grinning dangerously.

He ran his claws absently down Yoko’s chest, thinking out loud. “Hmm. Decisions, decisions. On one hand I don’t want to hear your empty threats and curses, but on the other hand,” he yanked roughly on Yoko’s nipple. “I want to hear your screams. What to do…?” Karasu sank his claws into the nipple and twisted violently, chuckling as the fox bit back a scream.

Karasu blindfolded him and laughed again. “I know,” he hissed. “If you threaten me or curse at me one more time, well, its curtains for your dear mother.”

Kurama ground his teeth together, hard. He was scared, but Karasu didn’t need to know that. He pinned his ears back and growled until the raven slapped him across the face. Karasu pulled the fox up by his hair and led him into another room, throwing Yoko roughly onto a steel table. Yoko grunted, and tried to regain his balance, but he fell over and landed with a painful thud on the stone floor.

Karasu laughed and pulled him up. “The least you could’ve done was fall on the table, fox.” He hauled Yoko up and yanked him over to the steel table. Lightly, the raven hopped up onto it and grabbed the fox under the arms. When he dropped Yoko again, it was onto a steel pole that went straight up the fox’s ass.

Kurama let out a yowl of surprised pain and wriggled, trying to escape the pole. Soon he realized that struggling only made things worse, and stopped, shaking.

There was a clink of metal and Karasu spoke once again. “There. Now don’t move.” he hissed, giggling at his own joke. The raven picked something up off the table and moved closer to the fox’s chest. Yoko growled and leaned backward.

Karasu sighed and played briefly with a knob beneath the table. Yoko keened in pain as the pole grew, elongating and becoming wider. He shuddered and sat back up straight again, lessening the pressure a little.

“There. Now stay!” Karasu growled. He leaned over again and put his hand on Yoko’s chest. All the fox felt was a tiny prick before the searing pain. He screamed again, and started to thrash, momentarily forgetting about the steel rod.

Karasu grabbed him and held him steady. “You want me to make it worse? Then stay still,” he snapped, pushing down on Yoko’s shoulders.

Yoko brought his shakes under control and waited tensely. Once more Karasu leaned into the fox’s chest. Once more all he felt was a tiny prick before the pain started, this time in his right nipple. He unsuccessfully tried to bite back another yowl, and Karasu laughed.

“Such a sensitive body. I forgot how soft your skin is, Yoko. Oh well. That just makes it so much more fun!”

From what the blindfolded fox could tell, Karasu had pierced both his nipples and put two steel rings through them. The sadistic raven tugged on one of those rings, drawing a yelp out of Yoko.

Karasu knelt, and tied two heavy strings around each of his ankles, four strings in all. He swung the fox’s leg, and Kurama whimpered in pain. Every time he moved his leg, the strings, which were tied to the rings, would pull painfully on his nipples. Karasu smirked, and attached four more strings to Yoko’s wrists. Now, if the fox moved any of his limbs, he yanked on his nipple rings. He whimpered in pain again.

Karasu knelt again, this time bringing his attention to the fox’s cock. He growled savagely, and pierced the very tip, drawing in high-pitched wail from his captive. The raven shivered and held back a moan. Slowly, Karasu pierced the head three more times, bringing Yoko to the verge of tears.

Karasu tied four strings to each cock piercing, one for each limb, and tied all sixteen strings to the fox’s arms and legs. Yoko whimpered. Every time he twitched an arm or leg, he yanked on both nipples and his cock. He felt the blood begin to dribble down his chest and thighs and whined.

The sadistic raven let himself moan and licked away the dribbles of blood, feeling Yoko shudder at his touch. He cackled and nipped the fox’s shaft briefly before arising and putting his pants back on and leaving Yoko impaled on the metal pole.

The fox strained his ears but heard nothing. Karasu appeared in a few minutes and roughly pulled Yoko off the table, dragging him by the hair.

He stopped, and spun around to face his captive. “Remember, fox,” he growled. “Your precious mother’s life is on the line here. You WILL do everything I tell you, and you WILL do it without question.”

“Fine!” Yoko spat, shaking in rage again.

Karasu grinned. “Get down on your hands and knees,” he growled. When Yoko didn’t move, he yanked on one of the cock rings. “Do it,” he repeated.

Slowly, Kurama got on all fours, wincing as the movement pulled his rings. He felt Karasu buckle a collar around his neck and growled again. The raven yanked on the collar, and Yoko followed, flinching with every step he took. He heard a door open, and then a bright light shone through his blindfold and he could hear voices all around him.

There was a momentary silence, and then spontaneous laughter. Yoko’s hackles rose. They were laughing at him.

“Take the blindfold off, Karasu,” someone said through their laughter. “I wanna see his eyes.”

As Karasu undid the blindfold, Yoko thought angry thoughts. When he was able, the fox lifted his head and glared straight ahead.

The laughter started up again. Karasu smirked, knowing he had the fox beaten. He kicked Yoko roughly. “Dance, fox.”

Yoko didn’t move; he kept as still as a statue. Karasu growled and kicked him again, hard. Yoko yelped and stumbled sideways.

“I said dance!” Karasu hissed.

Yoko decided not to push his luck and rose slowly, grimacing every time he pulled the rings. Slowly, he began to dance, flushing a deep shade of red as Karasu’s houseguests sniggered at him.

“Faster, Yoko. I said ‘dance’, not ‘do ballet.’” Karasu prodded Kurama with his toe as he spoke, making the fox stumble and yank on his piercings. He yelped again and danced faster, feeling his face turning crimson.

Karasu grinned, and tripped Yoko in mid-step so the fox fell face-first to the floor. “Don’t move an inch, fox.” he hissed. The raven disappeared, and Yoko was alone with the four guests.

One of them stood and walked over to him. Yoko tensed, unsure of what would happen. He grunted as the demon hauled him to his feet by the leash, but met his eyes with the scariest look he had: the look of angry fearlessness, the look of the desire to kill, the slit-eyed look that had caused so many to run for their lives.

The guest shuddered and dropped Yoko once more, returning to his seat. “Damn!” he spat. “That’s one angry fox!”

Another guest, the only one who had said nothing all night, spoke up. “I’m not surprised. I’d be angry, too, if someone forced me into being their bitch.”

“What was that about a ‘bitch,’ Kuro?” Karasu said, re-entering with a stripping pole.

The demon shook his head. “We were just discussing the fox, Karasu.”

Karasu laughed. “I wouldn’t call him my bitch,” he said, kicking Yoko. “He’s more of an…exotic pet, if you will.”

Yoko growled angrily, the fur on his tail rising.

The raven laughed. “Well unfortunately for you, Yoko, it’s not up to you what I call you. I could call you a pathetic excuse for a beaver and you couldn’t do a thing about it.” He pulled Yoko up by the collar. “Now then, my fox.” He smiled evilly. “Do a little dance for our guests, hmm?”

Yoko glared at him, but didn’t move. Karasu sighed. “Kuronue, hand me that whip on the table, please?”

The quiet guest stood and went to the table. “Which one?” he asked. “The barbed one or the regular one?”

Karasu glanced at Yoko’s face. “The barbed one, if you will.” He took the whip from Kuronue and cracked it in Yoko’s face, hissing, “You’re not the only one who’s good with whips, fox. Now are you going to dance, or do you need…encouragement?”

Yoko bared his teeth, but remained where he was. Karasu shrugged and whipped Yoko viciously across his chest. Yoko cried out in pain, but didn’t move.

“Remember our deal, fox,” Karasu hissed, and then struck the fox twice more before Yoko ducked the whip and stalked over to the pole, ears pressed flat. “There’s a good boy,” Karasu purred.

Slowly, Yoko pole danced, not changing the deathly expression on his face. Karasu stood ready with the whip, cracking it occasionally. “And stop glaring.”

The fox growled and forced his face into the most seductive look he could, and resumed his pole dance. However, his strings soon tangled around the pole, and he ended up whining in pain as his nipples and cock were pulled painfully in four different directions.

Karasu noted, with suppressed delight, the tears of pain forming in Yoko’s eyes. He prowled slowly around the pole, hemming and hawing, stalling for time. He knew that once he drew a tear from Yoko, he had his total victory over the fox, especially because there were people watching.

Yoko squeezed his eyes shut, holding back the sob of pain welling up in his chest. The fox knew Karasu was waiting for him to cry, and refused to give in. His pride was sorely damaged, but not enough for him to give up.

After about five minutes, Karasu was forced to just break the strings, thus freeing Yoko from their painful embrace.

“I was getting bored of the pole dance anyway,” someone said quietly. “Interact with him, Karasu. Do something to him. Or make him do something to you. Either way.” The other three heartily agreed with their companion.

Karasu smirked dangerously at Yoko, who flattened his ears and growled, taking a step backwards. The raven caught the brief glimmer of fear in the fox’s eyes, and his smile widened. Suddenly he pounced on Kurama, who fell with a surprised grunt to the carpeted floor.

“Surprise, Yoko,” Karasu whispered. In an instant he had ridded himself of his pants and was sitting on the fox’s chest, his cock inches away from Yoko’s mouth.

Kurama bared his fangs at the raven, who chuckled and shook his head. “So simple-minded, aren’t you, Yoko?” he said. Before the fox could question that, Karasu had shoved his cock into Kurama’s mouth.

Yoko gagged and bit down hard, growling fiercely. Karasu grunted and struck the fox’s member with the barbed whip. Yoko yelped, and let go of Karasu, who immediately began to pound into Yoko’s mouth, shoving himself down the fox’s throat, loving the choked grunts Kurama emitted.

Out of the corner of his eye, Yoko saw their audience start to play with themselves as they watched. He growled tiredly up at Karasu, who sat up and pushed Yoko’s face into his lap, pulling his head up and down by the hair. Yoko raked his claws against Karasu’s thigh and received a lash on the ass for it. Expertly, Karasu brought the whip down right in the fox’s ass crack. Yoko yelped and wriggled, but the raven dragged his claws over the lashmarks on his back and hissed, “Stay still.”

So Yoko stayed still as Karasu struck his ass crack again and again, still forcing the fox to suck his cock. Yoko whined in pain as the whip struck again, still holding back tears.

Karasu pulled him off his cock and Yoko coughed and sputtered, gulping in air. He looked at the raven, and his eyes widened. The lust and need in Karasu’s eyes was terrifying. Yoko scrambled desperately away, ignoring the jeering guests. He whimpered in fear as Karasu grabbed his arms and tied them behind his back.

“I’m gonna make you bleed, fox,” Karasu hissed, his eyes glinting.

Yoko struggled madly, but Karasu’s grip was too strong. He was rolled roughly onto his stomach and spanked a few times before the raven pulled up his hips so the fox was lying with his shoulders to the ground and his ass in the air. Frantically, he pressed his tail against his ass crack, but the lusting raven tore it away and rubbed himself against Yoko’s crack.

The fox was shaking from fear and he whimpered again, desperately fighting away his tears. Karasu shoved him around so he was facing the audience and licked his lower back before stabbing fiercely in.

Yoko screamed and struggled, sobbing in pain and shame. A single tear escaped his tightly closed eyes and ran down his cheek. He prayed no one had noticed, but Karasu did, and grinned in victory before pulling out and jabbing back in. Yoko’s body shook and two more tears squeezed out. Yoko whined, knowing he could hold them back no longer.

Once more, Karasu slowly pulled out, throwing his head back in pleasure. This time, he removed himself completely and rolled the fox onto his back, pulling his legs up over his shoulders. He rammed back in, and Kurama’s control broke. The tears rolled freely down his face as a victorious Karasu howled in triumph and started to fuck him ruthlessly.

If the fox had thought it hurt before, he was mistaken. The pain that racked his body now was far worse than any he had ever felt. Yoko screamed and struggled helplessly, sobbing in pain and shame. He thrashed wildly, and succeeded in kicking Karasu in the head. Karasu snarled and sank his fangs into Yoko’s already throbbing nipple.

The raven threw his head back and moaned loudly, pounding ruthlessly into the body he’d craved for so long. He stabbed in again and shuddered as his fox screamed, his screams fading into high pitched whining sobs.

“Oh yes… “ Karasu hissed, pulling the fox further onto him. “Oh it feels so good…” He looked at Yoko, who had given up, and laughed a victorious laugh. “How does it feel…? How does it feel to be tied up and raped? Tell me, Yoko.”

“It hurts…” Yoko whined, pleading his captor with his eyes. “It hurts so badly! Stop…please…” more tears spilled from the fox’s eyes as he begged Karasu.

“Ohh I’ll bet it does...” Karasu hissed. He dug his claws into Yoko’s shoulders and pushed the fox onto him, pushing farther into the captive fox.

Yoko’s head lolled to the side, and he stared helplessly at the nearest guest: Kuronue. All of them, him included, were watching Karasu’s performance and jacking off to it. Yoko caught Kuronue’s eyes for a moment and held his gaze, not really even trying to communicate anything.

“Who am I, fox? Look at me.” Yoko turned his head and looked dully at Karasu. “Who am I?” Karasu hissed

Yoko responded mechanically, not caring anymore. “My master.”

Karasu smirked and came, his seed shooting forcefully into Yoko’s ass. The fox shuddered in relief as the raven pulled out, and smirked at Yoko. “Looks like I won this time, fox,” he hissed. “And I didn’t even have to use my trump card.”

Yoko said nothing; he just stared his empty, hopeless stare, tears still streaming down his face.

Karasu looked at him and laughed. “You were much easier to break than I expected!” he said, hauling Yoko to his feet by his ear. The fox squeaked in protest, but didn’t resist.

Karasu untied his wrists and turned his attention to Kuronue, who was visiting for a few days because he lived further away, and led him to his room. Yoko promptly collapsed back on the floor and curled up in a ball, sobbing quietly to himself. He was so ashamed, so distraught, so much without hope, that when Karasu returned he almost felt guilty.

Almost, but not quite. Karasu dragged the fox over to a steel crate in the living room and threw Yoko roughly inside. He locked and bolted it, and then left, throwing one last victorious smirk over his shoulder.