Rape

"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 takes me on his rounds at
a leisurely amble, checking the guard posts, stopping by the kitchen to
issue orders for his dinner to be served in his room. He walks fast now,
making me scramble to keep up with him, my muscles trembling with
exhaustion at an exercise that was once so natural. The rough stone floors
take the skin off my hands and knees and the bells are 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 as my body wants to do nothing more than to collapse
onto the floor. Yomi drapes the leather of the leash across my back and
goes to his desk as I try to get my breathing under control. 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.

"Stand up, Kurama."

My body tries, but my muscles can't do it and I sink back down.
Yomi clucks his tongue, a sound of annoyance I remember well, and snaps his
fingers. Invisible hands, colder than ice, close on my wrists and haul me
upright to hang with my arms stretched over my head and my toes barely on
the floor. I know what these are, I can see the prism flicker of their
substance out of the corner of my eyes. Air sprites bound to Yomi's will. I
feel the pain of cold seep into my wrist bones. *At least they'll go numb
soon* I tell myself and wish the rest of my body would be so lucky.

I feel the weight of the spell that has held me lift and I take
this opportunity to speak, to try to win Hiei's freedom. I know that soon
Hiei will capture Yomi's imagination. He may have already. And Yomi will
either break him or kill him trying. Maybe both. I would rather die than
see that happen.

"Yomi, let Hiei go and I will stay with you willingly." I take a
deep breath and force out the next words, "I will be your bed mate for as
long as you wish, yours to command and yours only."

That seems to take him by surprise and beyond him I see Hiei sit up
suddenly. He locks his eyes with mine, the Jagon hidden behind a clean,
cream colored leather band embossed with powerful wards, and shakes his
head no vehemently. I give him a little smile and look away, back to Yomi.
Yomi comes close, reaches out a hand and strokes my face gently. I resist
the urge to kick him and tip my cheek to press against his hand, open my
mouth willingly to receive his kiss. I kiss back with as much passion and
skill as I can mus He He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close and I
yield, even as I wince as my tortured nipples press against the soft fabric
of his shirt. He breaks the kiss and looks deep into my eyes, and for a
moment I hope...then he laughs.

He defects my kick and another set of hands so cold they burn close
on my ankles as I writhe and twist in frustration and fury, spouting curses
that even Hiei didn't know existed, until I'm spent and can do nothing but
glare and pant. Yomi reaches and touches my cheek again, his smile almost
kind.

"Done? Good. Now, not another word out of you, Kurama, or I'll cut
your tongue out. Do you understand?"

I just glare at him, still caught in my temper. He reaches down and
hooks his little finger into the ring hanging from my left nipple and gives
it a gentle tug, stretching it out taunt and pulling a groan out of me as
the pain flashes across my nerves.

"Do you understand, Kurama?"

I nod, defeated for the moment and knowing that Yomi wouldn't
hesitate to do this thing. He lets the ring fall off his finger and it
tinkles as it bounces against my chest and I bite my lip as another shiver
of pain goes through me. He leans to brush his lips against that abused
little bit of flesh, as if in apology, and another shiver goes through me
and I curse it silently, curse the ripple of pleasure wound around the
stinging discomfort, curse him for knowing how to make me feel it.

"Over here."

He walks to the foot of the big bed and the hands drag me to
follow, stopping me about a foot away from the edge, facing it. I watch him
as he goes to the cage.

"On your hands and knees Hiei, then out."

He opens the cage door and Hiei crawled past him, following at his
heel like a well trained dog as Yomi came back to the bed. Yomi patted a
spot on the bed in front of me as Hiei climbs up.

"Kneel and sit."

Hiei did and Yomi moved onto the bed behind him, reaching around
him to part his knees wide so his genitals, at the moment at rest, are well
exposed. Then he guided Hiei's hands to rest open and down against his
knees.

"Very nice, Hiei. Don't you think, Kurama?"

Hiei had been tended to while we were on our 'walk'. He was oiled
now and his brown skin gleamed with a slick sheen. He had a bone white
torque around his neck and there were three wide ivory bands on his right
arm, one at the wrist, one just below his elbow and one mid-arm. Wards to
keep the Kokuryuuha in check. There were three slender bangles around his
left wrist and he had been put into clamps also. The rings of his were
small though, but each had three long, fine white feathers that moved and
surely tickled his skin with each breath. He was...beautiful and erotic,
his eyes burning with furious fire as they stared past me, refusing to
acknowledge that he was on display, perhaps embarrassed to see what might
be in my expression.

Yomi got off the bed and left me to stare at Hiei as he went
somewhere behind me.


* * *

I let out the breath I was holding to keep from screaming as Yomi
moved away from me. I took a quick look at Kurama, taking in the ornaments
up close, the collar, and fury colored my vision red for a moment. I
strained against the spell that held me helpless, to no use. I risked a
glance up into Kurama's face and felt my heart lurch as I read his soul in
his eyes. A movement beyond him pulled my eyes away. Yomi had stripped off
his shirt and a had unrolled a leather strap with a flick of his wrist.
That was what had drawn my eyes. I tried to warn Kurama but nothing came
but an inarticulate growl. The first lash took him completely by surprise
and he let out a little shocked cry of pain. Then he bit down on his lower
lip and closed his eyes as the next one fell, the end of the lash curling
around his side to lick against this stomach.

Yomi wielded it with great skill, not breaking the skin but leaving
wide red pes pes as he sent it against Kurama's back and then buttocks, the
end snaking around to kiss the tops of his thighs. Over and over it hit
him, sending his body arching toward me, and still he didn't cry out. I
could see the look on Yomi's face as he worked Kurama over, knew what he
wanted.

*Stupid, stubborn Fox! Scream and he'll stop!* I bellowed at him in
my mind and winced as the strap finally appeared around an armpit and
snapped against a nipple. The first one brought a whistling hiss of
surprised pain. The strap went around his hips again, then the next one hit
the other side of his chest. Kurama whimpered and a trail of blood began to
trickle down his chin from where he'd bitten through his lip. Yomi moved a
little more to the side and sent the strap across both nipples. Kurama
threw his head back and Yomi sent it again. The third time wrung the scream
he'd been hunting for and Kurama went limp, his head lolling forwards to
hang. He'd fainted and I glared at Yomi, wishing that I could kill with
just a look.

Yomi made a clucking sound with his tongue and shook his head,
looking slightly annoyed.

"Human bodies just have no endurance."

He tossed the strap onto the bed behind me and went to a bowl and
came back with a wet cloth and tenderly washed Kurama's face, dabbing at
the cut in his lip, so strange to see after he'd just beaten him senseless.
He took the cloth away and came back with a jar of oil.

"Come here," he called from behind Kurama.

I had to. My eyes widened as I saw Kurama's back. He was solid red
from neck to knee. Yomi took the jar and poured a good amount down Kurama's
back.

"Hold out your hands, palms up."

He poured more of the oil into my hands. "Rub it everywhere on this
side. And be gentle, Hiei. He'll be very sensitive to touch for a while."

He stood back and left me to do it, watching with a strange smile.
*Pervert!* I snarled. I was as gentle as I could be, but still he winced
and twitched, moaning softly.

"Everywhere, Hiei."

I glared at him, knowing what he meant as my hands reached Kurama's
rear. I did it with a few fast strokes, delving into his crack and
whispering a mental apology as Kurama's muscles clenched against me even in
his unconscious state. At least he didn't make me put my fingers in him.
That would have been too much. He stopped me long enough to put some more
oil in my hands. I tried to ignore the growing awareness of how Kurama's
skin felt under my hands as he made me do each leg, how soft it was, like
satin over steel.

"Go stand on the bed, Hiei."

He pushed Kurama up until his knees were touching the end of the
bed and poured more oil into my hands and made me do his arms. Then he
poured another large amount over Kurama's chest and I swallowed hard as I
rubbed it into his skin, touching the drawn flesh around the rings as
lightly as I could and still he arced away. Down the contours of his
stomach, I parted my hands, hoping to avoid having to touch him there.

"Everywhere, Hiei."

My hands went against my will to close on his penis. It started to
stir into life as I rubbed it and Kurama took a huge gulp of air, his hips
moving back and away from me, pulling his growing erection through my
hands. I looked up to see his eyes open, wide and frightened. Yomi stepped
in close beside him and put a hand on his rear and pushed his hips back to
me with a chuckle.

"Knew that would rouse you, Kurama. Finish up now, Hiei," he said
with a smirk.

I dropped my gaze and finished as I was told, Kurama going all the
way up as I rubbed the oil into the sac holding his balls, the tiny bells
on the ring around them chiming as the skin moved and tightened under my
fingers and hoped that the heat that burned on my face wasn't obvious.