Naked, she twisted in bucked against the chains holding her captive Naraku the half breed that wanted to rule over all. He had hung her across the wall from his throne in one of his many secret hideaways. Yes, he strapped her to the wall. Naked.

She didn't think it was sexual for him, though. He didn't look at her body with anything more than disgust. 'Feeling is mutual, asshole.' The nudity was some kind of degradation game.

She been a royal idiot coming to Naraku, but her original time was in jeopardy if he was allowed to prevail. The well always called to her like a living breathing entity. After a lifetime of weakness and self doubt, the promises of strength and enlightenment made the Edo period had sing to her.

Even in her current, dire predicament, tiny bubbles of energy coursed through her body, enlivening parts she scarcely knew existed. Unfortunate side effect was an awakening at the notch between her legs. The nudity certainly did not help.

Her pussy warmed and moistened, clearly disconnected from her brain, which knew the situation was not in the least bit sexy. Her clothes maybe off, but it sure as hell wasn't play time. Why then, did her damn nipples stiffen every time one of the male servants walked into the room.

The males were beastly. Literally. These half demons where a horrid and ugly specimen to the mixture of blood. Most of the servants where short, grey skinned, grotesque flat noses and vicious looking teeth. Naraku was the creepiest of all sitting on the throne in his baboon garb.

No, her body definitely wasn't interested in these males. She did find herself imagining a few select male individuals she knew.

Sesshomaru. The thought of him naked, made her cheeks flush pink. She had no idea where that thought came from, she had never seen him naked. Hell, she didn't even realise she was attracted to him up until this point.

She shifted restlessly against the bands that held her secure against the wall. Naraku usually ordered her taking down from the wall and sent to the dungeon for the night. She wasn't given clothing and was paraded through the entire Dungeon for every male in every cell to gawk at, but, thankfully, had a private cell.
She couldn't wait to go there. Not just for the relief of being released from the dreadful position on the wall. But, for the first time in her life, she needed to touch herself. Down there. Desperately.