Pale, soft skin shuddered gently under the dull moonlight. Hands wandered yearningly across one another, as their legs tangled together in a tight embrace. Slowly her nails began to dig desperately into his strong unblemished back. She bit her bottom lip repeatedly to suppress her cries of immeasurable desire. With each thrust she felt herself getting closer to climax. Gently he nuzzled into the crook of her neck, dragging his sharp fangs against her delicate flesh. As she writhed achingly below his mass, she felt herself quickly losing control. She arched her back, pressing hard against his chest and cried out…
Kagome moaned loudly as she wriggled in ecstasy. She felt a deep rush escape herself as she released her body of her womanly desires.
"Well I'm glad one of us is enjoying themselves," muttered a sarcastic voice from across the room.
Sitting up abruptly, Kagome opened her eyes to see a woman watching her disbelievingly against some cold bars. The woman appeared nude, barely covered with a ragged blanket that was clearly too small. Her cold eyes shone brightly in the dark, nearly glowing, like two menacing crimson pools threatening to swallow you whole. Slowly Kagome began to look around at her surroundings; everything sluggishly returning to her.
The room, if you could even call it that, was poorly lid and was practically bare. It appeared to have been carved out of a mountain side; cold stone jutted out at random angles encircled the majority of the space, accompanied by a damp clay floor. The bars behind the woman were short and seemed to be slightly rusted over; probably from the dampness of the cell. All that could be heard was a quiet dripping sound in the distance, nothing more. As a mouse scurried past her bare foot, she resisted the urge to squeak in disgust.
"Welcome back to reality. Must have been a nice dream, what with all the noise you were making. Would have never expected someone like you of all people to be having those types of dreams; especially not before you got sold off into servitude," snickered the woman, her eyes incredulously looking Kagome over from head to toe. "Aren't you untouched? Shouldn't you be a little more concerned about your predicament?"
Kagome shifted slightly in place as she tried to pull her knees up to her chest and wrap her naked body in the rag beside her. She felt her face grow hot as memories of the previous dream began replying in her mind. She'd never had such a dream before, and she was more than a little embarrassed that someone other than herself knew about it. No matter how much she willed it, she wasn't able to conjure up the man's face, only mischievous visions of his body remained; his muscular back that she had clawed, his sharp fangs that had tantalized her neck, his rough hands that had groped her breast, his strong legs that had thrust his manhood deep inside of her. She could feel her heart quicken at the thought of that.
The woman made a loud whistling sound, startling her from her thoughts. "Must have been some kind of dream," she called out as she slowly dropped her ragged blanket and crossed the cramped room. Kagome eyed her cautiously as the unknown woman kneeled down beside her, her face leaning in towards her own. Instinctively she tried to lean back, but quickly found herself trapped against the stone wall. The crimson eyed woman leaned in closer as Kagome shut her eyes tightly, quietly whimpering as she felt the other woman's callused fingers roughly stroke the damp space between her inner thighs. "My, my, what do we have here?" she whispered haughtily against her ear. Unhurriedly she brought her fingers up to her dark, threatening, eyes. Slowly she examined her fingertips, a white sticky substance coating them, webbing between each finger. "For someone who's never been with a man, your body is awfully naughty…" Her red lips curled into an almost mocking smile as Kagome watching in horror as she licked each of her fingers clean. "Maybe I should show you how it's done," she whispered reaching her hand back below, her finger primed to force their way inside of Kagome's hot, virginal crevice. Shaking her head, Kagome's eyes pleaded with the woman to stop as she felt her fingers spread her vaginal lips open and rub her clit roughly.
Suddenly there was a loud, sharp scrapping sound, accompanied by the quiet scuffs of shoes and a murmured voice. The woman growled low in her throat, clearly angry that they had been disturbed. "Tch. Maybe another time…" she grumbled as she stood and sauntered toward the rusty bars. A small sigh of relief escaped Kagome's lips as she watched the crimson woman cross the small space to where she'd originated. She couldn't help but feel as though she had been saved by the unknown intruder. She wanted to thank whoever it was, but she knew that the persona hadn't come to purposefully relieve her of her current predicament.
"Kagura," snarled a voice in the shadows beyond the bars. Kagome squinted desperately to see who was there, however it was hard to make out more than a bulky white shadow amongst the darkness. Even though she couldn't make out the face, she knew it was a man. His voice was rough; it sounded deep and cruel and suddenly Kagome regretting thinking this man had been a savior of any kind. "Kagura, come here," beckoned the voice. The woman shuddered in clear disgust, but obediently got closer to the bars. The figure stood tall, reeking of alcohol and of offensive body odour. "Kagura, don't give a fuss like last time, not if you want out of this cell. I'd hate to tell the master that you had an accident." Kagome shook upon hearing his emphasis on the word, "accident." Kagura grit her teeth tightly and took another step toward the bars, her body nearly pressing against the coarse metal. "Just think, this may be our last time together; don't you think we ought to make it special?" The grubby man reached a filthy hand through the bars and rubbed her face, leaving a dirty patch on her pale cheek. He proceeded to run his hand along her thin neck, across her pronounced shoulder blade, and down to her bare breast, her nipple erect from the cold. She stood glaring at the man angrily; hatred visible in her icy eyes. "Now Kagura, turn around. I have a surprise for you." The woman hesitated. "Kagura," his voice boomed. Obediently she turned around, now facing Kagome.
The man shifted, the sound of metal clanking away. There was the sound of something dropping to the floor in a heap before another hand reached through the bars. "Lean against the bars Kagura," command the shadow and she did as she was told. Two dark hands could be seen rubbing along her hips, squeezing and stroking her, dark smudgy marks being left in their place. One hand disappeared and suddenly the woman had been forced in a bent over position, the missing hand now on her back. "Come Kagura, you know what do to do. Spread your legs and show me everything," he hissed in the darkness. The woman once more hesitated, her body stiffening.
The man, apparently tired of her hesitating, grabbed her by the hips and forced her hard against the bars, looping a rope around her neck and tying it tightly against the jagged bars. "That ought to keep you busy." Struggling to breathe, the woman gripped tightly against the rope around her neck, her nails scratching into the fibers to somehow loosen its hold; the rope did not budge. While her attention was diverted, he proceeded to spread and tie her legs to the bars. Kagome could see that she needed help, but was far too afraid to do anything. She watched as the woman began changing colour from the lack of oxygen. She looked like she was on the verge of passing out when the man finally release the rope around her neck. "This could have been easier you know," he rasped as she greedily took in what air she could. She hadn't even fully taken a breath when she felt what seemed like a fist trying to heave its way between her rear cheeks and enter her. She attempted to scream, but nothing came out; her throat too sore from the previous struggle.
"N…no…nooo," she pleaded as she felt him once more slam his thick, hardened mass against her tight entrance. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she felt her body slowly begin to stretch to allow the head of his member, all the while her flesh threatening to tear. "It… it won't fit…" she exclaimed, once more pleading with the man to stop. With that, the man thrust even harder against her body, finally forcing his way deep within, her body swallowing his erection whole, splitting as he continued to have his way with her. Kagura's eyes clouded over as he began pumping her harder and faster against the cold rusty bars, his hands gripping her wrists tightly. With each thrust he pulled her arms towards him, forcing the metal to grate against her buttocks, making her flesh raw.
"This… could have… been easier… on you… you know…" he breathed between thrusts. "Norm... ally… I'm not… an… ass man… but I… thought I'd… make an… exception… for you." Thin trails of dark red could be seen running along her near transparent flesh.
"St…st… op… hur… hur… ts…" Kagura whimpered again and again as tears streamed down her red face.
"Soon… almost… almost… therrrrrrrrre…" groaned the shadowy figure as he unleashed his repressed load deep within her, releasing his grasp on her wrists. "Ahhhhhhhhh…. I've… wanted to… do that for… for a while now." The woman chest flopped forward, her rear still held high from her legs being bound to the bars. "Just look… at that!" the unknown man said with pride and he slapped her raw hide, his semen oozing out of her anal canal. "Just seeing you… like this… makes me hard …all over again… How about… we use… your other hole… next"
Kagome watched as the woman continued to hang from the bars lifelessly, a puddle of blood and semen collecting below her ankles. Shaking in fear, she opened her mouth to say something, but could hardly muster a sound. She watched in repulsion as the woman's limp body began lurching back and forth once more, her arms and face dragging along the floor with each thrust, her eyes dark and empty. "St… stop…" she whispered, her words drowned out by the slamming against the rusty bars and the shadows grunts and groans. "H…help…" she croaked out a little loader this time, her fear increasing with each clang she heard.
How had things come to this?
The last thing she could remember was a lavish party the night before; or had it been the night before? How long had she been out before awakening in that small dark space? Thoughts swirled around her head hazily as she struggled to remember the party at all. Her entire life had been devoted to lessons within a large estate, lessons that would prime her to be the perfect wife. She'd hardly ever been allowed to leave the manor when she had spotted the invitation addressed to her. Frantic for an opportunity to leave the estate's protected walls, she had hid the letter and its contents from those around her. She was overjoyed to receive an invitation to a secret party, and she wasn't about to allow anyone to ruin this chance. Quietly in the dead of night she had crept from her home to attend an extravagant mascaraed, far from the prying eyes of her family. But what had happened after that? She remembered talking with a gentleman, and him bringing her a glass of water when she was feeling dehydrated. At the time he had seemed like such a kind gentleman with such an earnest and sweet smile. Could there have been something in the drink? Could the party itself have been a trap entirely? Oh, why did she ever think to run away from her home and venture into a world she knew nothing about? Surely someone must have noticed she was missing by now; perhaps they were even looking for her at this very moment!
"HELP!" she screamed, her voice echoing throughout the corridor. "HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP US!"
"What do… you think you're… doing?" blared the man, clearly surprised by her outburst.
"HELP!" she screamed again.
There was the sound of rope being cut, as the woman's body fell in a heap on the ground. Although she couldn't see him, she could hear the sound of the shadow trying to gather his things. "Shit! And things were just getting good!" Suddenly there was the sound of a loud door scrapping again, but this time with the sound of various feet rushing to her cell. Although she was still unable to see the eyes of the people on the other side, she knew she was safe; as safe as she could be in her predicament.
"Please!" she begged. "Please help us. There's a man in the corridor. He attacked us."
She could hear muttering amongst the darkness followed by the clinking of a key being forced into a lock. "Tch," scoffed one of the figures as they pulled the door open and stepped inside. "Damn. She may have not been a virgin, but she was still prime merchandise. We could have sold her as a knowledgeable sex slave, but now what are we going to do with her?!" The man was short and unappealing looking. He hunched slightly against a small wooden staff, his dark green skin and large eyes glowing in the dim light of the room. Leaning down he grabbed the woman by the hair and held her face up to his. "Such a waste!" he exclaimed as he threw her head back on the damp clay and kicked her along her ribcage. "We don't need damaged goods. Feed her to the dogs and be done with it."
"WAIT!" Kagome cried. "Can't you heal her… or… or something?"
The little man waddled up to her as he looked her up and down, his eyes lingering against her exposed breasts. Feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, Kagome pulled the small ragged cloth up against her chest. "We don't keep useless baggage. Fortunately, you will fetch a nice enough price on your own. Proceed with feeding that one to the dogs, and get this one to the holding cells upstairs. We can't chance losing another one. Lord Sesshomaru will not permit another mistake." The small man gazed around the room trying to find any evidence of the intruder that may have been left behind. Finding nothing more than the puddle below the woman by the gate, he grumbled low to himself. "Tch, best get a move on Jinenji," he barked as he stepped out of the poorly lit cell.
"Yes Jaken," the other man replied as he emerged from the darkness. His face was severely deformed and he looked like he could fill the entire chamber on his own. His arms were long and his back was far more hunched than the previous man. Even though his form was intimidating, he still seemed so kind, his clear blue eyes reflecting Kagome's face. Walking up to Kagome, he picked her up and gently placed her over his shoulder.
"Wait! No! Put me down."
"There, there," he replied trying to sooth her. "Not much longer now." As they left the dark enclosure he grabbed Kagura by the leg and slowly began to drag her body from the room, Jaken in toe. "We'll find you a home."
A/N:
So this is my first story in a really long time. I hope you guys like it.