© Salome Wilde, 2008
Author's Note: Decided to infuse some trauma into Sesshomaru's life. Non-consensual misuse of his beautiful body by the evil Naraku (disguised as hottie Lord Hitomi, of course). Don't read it if you don't like nasty, but I promise he'll be ok in the end (no death in my stories! and only "hot" trauma!). Thanks to all who are reviewing my work and encouraging me to write more. You are wonderful for the ego and the writer's energy flow!
Sesshomaru Unbound
Chapter 1
When Sesshomaru awoke, he still lay, face down, in the dirt. He had no idea how long he had slept—or had he been unconscious. His hair and fur was matted with blood, straw, clumps of mud, and the seed of Naraku. His armor was gone and what there was left of his robes was shredded. The dark miasma surrounded him like stifling heat, keeping him weak and dizzy. He did not know how long he had been here, in this dark cell of a room. He had lost track of time, though he had seen through the small window that the sun had risen and set at least twice while he lingered, bound by a magic he could not name but felt in every fiber of his being. It must be the Shikon jewel's power, but how it was being used he could not determine. He could not transform into his more powerful inuyokai form, and, worse, he could not think clearly. Without that damned pall of Naraku's, he knew he could strategize and find a way to break free. Every magic had its counter-magic, and that power-mad demon Naraku would pay. He attempted to rise but dropped back down in a heap. He ached in places he did not even want to think about. All he could do was curse silently, save the little strength he had, try to focus, and wait.
Sesshomaru laughed at this thought, and choked from the dryness in his throat. Wait indeed. He had not told Jaken and Rin where he was going when he left them. He had not let them know he had discovered Naraku's whereabouts after Kagome had blurted out the direction to search in order to save his weak hanyo brother from Tenseiga's blow. But he would not want either of them here in any case. And there was no one else who would care whether he lived or died, just as he wished it.
Sesshomaru would never have guessed Naraku had grown so strong while in hiding, had plotted so well to subdue any and all who approached him. More, he would never have guessed that his display of power would include acts so base. Tenderly, as if it was a wound to Rin's young body, Sesshomaru prodded his memories of the past days here. As best he could, he searched his mind for some clue to his escape in Naraku's boasts and taunts. But he could remember almost nothing specific beyond the repetition of a few crude insults and the recollections of being repeatedly forced to submit to the misuse of his body. Sesshomaru's thoughts flashed unbidden to the touch of the slender fingers of the beautiful Lord whose form Naraku vulgarly assumed as he toyed with Sesshomaru's shining hair and mocked his weak state. Sesshomaru was not directly bound, nor was he entirely paralyzed. But he might as well have been. He could not bite down when his mouth was plundered by Naraku's grotesquely veined cock, nor could he force it from him. He tasted blood in his mouth as his fangs scraped the thick shaft with each upstroke. With impotent fury, Sesshomaru relived in his mind's eye the way it stretched his jaw as Naraku forced it into him and made him gag, over and over, pleasuring himself with zeal at Sesshomaru's expense. Sesshomaru gagged now as he remembered vomiting up the poisonous demon seed that had been forced down his throat. He had not threatened to take Sesshomaru's life; he had not demanded anything from him. He had just claimed control of his body, had his way, and left.
It was the same each time he had appeared in the room. Though Naraku had moved from mouth to anal penetration after the first time. Sesshomaru struggled away from the memories and contemplated the magical trap again. It was like the heaviest sedation, where every move was agony and more effort than a day-long battle with a dozen enemies. Was there no clue at all? But wait—there was something. Vaguely, he remembered feeling Naraku had lifted the miasma the last time he came to take him. "I like my prey livelier," he had said. "I want to feel the fight in you." If Sesshomaru could focus on freeing his mind to search out the source of the magical power that held him while Naraku took control of his body again, perhaps then…
In a flash, Naraku was at his side. Did he know when Sesshomaru regained consciousness? Naraku's elegant foot pressed Sesshomaru hard into the dirt floor beneath him, and he laughed at his victim's feebleness. "You are almost too filthy to touch at this point, 'Lord' Sesshomaru. Perhaps I should just leave you here to rot."
Sesshomaru tuned out the words and concentrated on the aura in the room. Yes, the miasma was lifting. He steeled his mind to determine the source of Naraku's power. He would not fail to discover it, no matter how cruelly Naraku tortured him.
"But no," Naraku continued, unaware of the furious workings of Sesshomaru's mind. "What pleasure would that give me?"