Rape

My skin was on fire! There were hands on me! Stroking my penis and
sending a blaze of internal heat to mingle with the external pain. I
panicked and jerked my hips away as my eyes snapped open. I stared at Hiei,
confused for a moment, then a hand pressed against my rear and it all came
back in a rush. Yomi pushed me back into Hiei's grasp and I swallowed the
gasp and blinked against the returning sting of tears that firm pressure
brought. Yomi stroked my back with light fingers as Hiei continued to
massage my scrotum, my skin so sensitive now that every touch made me
twitch. Pleasure wound around pain. Impossible to ig, to, to shut out.
Mixed torture to go with the so light touch against my balls, touches that
brought me poundingly erect.

"That's enough, Hiei. Put your hands back on your knees."

It was a relief when both of their hands left me. There was a
rustle of clothing and I saw Hiei's eyes go strange. Fear? It was! No,
don't let him see that you're afraid, Hiei! I felt Yomi's presence behind
me, the heat of his body before he actually touched me and tensed. He put
his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder.

"Take his knees and lift them," he commanded his invisible helpers,
"stop. Now, pull them apart. We want to make sure Hiei can see, don't we
Kurama?"

I tried to hide my fear as Hiei looked up at me as they spread my
legs apart, my knees even with my waist. I could feel Yomi's hardness
pulsing as he pressed against the crack in my rear. His breath was hot on
my neck as he turned his head and nibbled on my skin, his hands starting to
wander on my stomach, stroking, sliding over my oil slicked skin in a
maddening caress.

"I want you to put on as good a show for Hiei as he did for you,
Kurama. Don't take your eyes off him, Hiei."

*The hell I will!* I closed my eyes and tried to relax, knowing
this was a battle I was going to loose but determined to resist him as much
as I could. I knew he was trying to get a reaction out of me and locked my
body into stillness as his hands closed on my erection, gentle at first,
then pulling roughly when I didn't respond. He laughs, one hand leaving off
and I feel the air move against my skin before it hits my right buttock in
an open palmed smack. Pain shivers up my back as I jerk and yelp behind
clenched teeth. Then those fingers are delving into the exposed crevice
between my checks. My muscles clench, trying to shut him out to no avail as
he opens the hand that had been pumping my penis and covers it, pressing it
down against my groin.

A little mew of pain escapes me as he penetrates my body with a
brutal shove of one finger. The ring of muscle complains fiercely at this
unwelcome invasion with stabbing pain as his finger twists and turns in me,
exploring. I swallow hard as a shock of pleasure mixes with the pain as he
brushes against the sensitive spot on the inner wall. He brushes against it
again and I tremble as my erection jumps in response, pressing back against
his hand.

"Ah. There it is!"

*Damn it! NO!* I hear myself whimper and try to will my body to be
still as he strokes inside, focused on that spot. My hips start to jerk,
pushing up and out as waves of pleasure start to overcome the waves of
pain. He presses back inside and out, hard, and I loose my control, my
resolve, and start to struggle, trying to get his finger off that place and
out of me. I can't do it and soon my movements are not of resistance as my
body takes control as the pleasure builds, straining into his touch.

Yomi's hand left my erection as he stepped away, leaving me hanging
alone, the only place touched my rear, cupped by his hand and his
tormenting finger buried in my flesh. He was making me writhe like a cat in
heat, the bells on the rings chiming as they bounced against my chest with
my movements, the pinch/pull of them now only adding to the keening need
that was burning through me. I was making little pleading, panting moans,
begging as my hips pumped and my penis strained against nothing but the air.

My blood was thundering in my ears and dark spots danced in front
of my eyes. He was suddenly back against me and I pressed back against him
as his free hand went back to press my penis down against my groin again
and I whimpered in gratitude as I thrust against it. He jerked his hand
away so he could watch me come, his chin pressing hard into the top of my
shoulder as I froze, his finger stabbing fast and hard inside me as the
release gathered in my loins, rolled up my engorged length, then thunders
out in a great gout that splatters onto my stomach and I can't help but cry
out with pleasure and relief. His finger slows but continues to press,
making the aftershocks intense, making me shudder with each touch, then he
draws it out slowly, knowing I can feel every fraction of the movement.

I risk a glance at Hiei and my heart goes out to him. He is
blushing furiously, so tense I can see the fine tremble shaking him, his
sex up and hard and his expression confused. He looks up at me and I try to
tell him with my eyes that it's all right, that I understand. He drops his
gaze, embarrassed and ashamed. I see it in his face as Yomi's arms slide
around my sides, his right hand going to collect the thickening cream on my
belly as his left goes to rest on my groin to idly stroke my pubic hair and
lowering penis. He brings his fingers up and brushes the wetness softly
across my lips. He 'tsks' as I try to bite him, the hand low on my stomach
flicking around my side. I bite down on my tongue, trying to muffle the
scream as he drags his nails up my back, hard, leaving trails of throbbing
fire. He does it again, just to prove that he can hurt me for no reason and
a sob escapes me. I'm so tired, and hurt, and I know he isn't done yet.

His fingers come back to my mouth and rest on my lips.

"Suck them clean, Kurama," he bids sweetly.

*I can't...* Nails dig into the skin above the curve of my
buttocks, threatening and my mouth opens. He slides his fingers over my
lips and into my mouth, daring me to bite him. Tears slide down my cheeks,
hot and bitter as I reluctantly run my tongue against his fingers, tasting
my own seed, breathing my own scent.

"Good boy. My Kurama," his tone is possessive and I hate it as his
hand leaves my mouth, slides down the center of my chest.

Both of his hands follow the ridge of my hips, then the fingers are
digging into the tender flesh of my inner thighs, holding me still and
pressed back against him. I squirm, knowing what's coming, trying to keep
him from finding the opening as his tip presses and slides. His teeth sink
into the skin over a shoulder blade, freezing me with pain for a moment.
Long enough for him to find what he's looking for. The pain takes me and I
scream and try to pull myself up with trembling arms as he shoves in, then
pushes with excruciating slowness until he's buried all the way in me.

He kisses the nape of my neck, whispers, "I've waited a long time
for this, Kurama," as he withdraws all the way, then impales me again with
a fast thrust, wringing another cry out of me.

Again and again, slowly all the way out then the fast stab in, my
tender interior a burning, aching torment that sucks the remaining strength
out of my frame. I am sobbing hysterically and can't stop and plead with
anything that might be listening for it to be over, but he has that damned
youkai stamina and is pacing himself. His hands leave my thighs and close
on my penis, small and trying to hide, and pulls as he shifts his stance
slightly. I groan as his length is aimed in and up my interior wall. I stir
to life in his rough hands, devastated that my body could betray me so
much. It seems to go on forever as I ride the jagged knife-edge, his
thrusts bringing both pain and pleasure until the sounds that escape me are
raw and full of desire, and I don't care. All I want is release and finally
it happens, a whirlwind that sweeps me along into the darkness.