I couldn't resist doing another fic of poor Monty Fiske walking the path of the Yono - and it's a much darker path than he expected, that ANY of us would have expected. Because of MaceEcam's "The Path of the Yono" as well as my fics inspired by it, I still have so many ideas of the ghastly but intriguing wonders that the fallen monkey man endures with the simian devil he made the fated deal with. "Doomed Lord Fiske" which deals with his return to the world (Bates and the monkey ninjas rescued him, at the beginning of "The Monkey King Takes His Queen", in case no one read my saga) , but his experiences have damaged him emotionally and psychologically so. It also details more between him and the Yono. I even had it in me to title it similarly to one of my favorite books, "Doomed Queen Anne" by Carolyn Meyer (a historical fiction insight into the life of Anne Boleyn, the second wife of Henry VIII and mother of Elizabeth I).

Warning: sensitive material consists of rape, nudity, masturbation, suicidal thoughts and psychological trauma. If no one likes this material, I won't force anyone to read it. But either way, this was really interesting to do as it concerns our very own monkey man.

I don't own anything.

Chapter One

A Soul Torn Apart

How much time had passed now?

It was an eternity in this place where time meant nothing. The only one who kept track for him was the one whose unpleasant company he shared in the dark hell he now resided in. This was his fate: to please the dark god he sold his soul to in order to become the Ultimate Monkey Master...but only a handful of young people stood in his way.

Everything he ever wanted came down to this.

It had been some time since his last session with the Yono. He moaned, the sound echoing throughout the endless space of black. He knew no directions, no place to run free, and nothing to feel but one thing. He no longer starved, chilled or heated - and he no longer saw what was coming. In addition, he no longer had anything to hide the modesty stripped to reveal. He was naked in the darkness, destined to be this way when his time came to be unleashed as the new Dark Destroyer in many more years to come. When the next unfortunate soul came to him, bargaining his or her own spirit for insatiable appetites, he would have nothing to hide and nothing but to switch his place for the freedom he desired.

Or rather, would he ever gain that power he was promised only to be trapped like a lost soul?

He should have repented by now, but it was too late to atone for his sins. He looked back on his life, regretting none of what he did, but one: he should have paid attention to the ancient texts more carefully, should have avoided the myth of the Yono altogether. Yes, he'd been blinded by his own arrogance - an arrogance he prided himself on. He believed in himself, knew he could have had everything he wanted because it was HE who discovered the Mystical Monkey Power that no one else had in centuries. He should have been the ultimate master and not Stoppable, wherever he was now. His hate for the pretender added to the agony he suffered.

He whimpered. His body endured a new kind of pain not related to his emotions. Much of the time, he was unable to move, disabled because it was under the command of the one who controlled his fate. Whereas his limbs were stiff, his upper body rigid with paralysis - a form of it - his groin ached. This altar which was made for one experience only pounded with the need for the only one in his personal Tartarus. He was in this state because of the other being's personal enjoyment, to watch him and see how long he could last without what they had always done. As a small miracle, his body would not shut down permanently from too much activity at the Yono's desire.

Unable to take any more?

Stop this right now. You can do anything else but leave me like this.

Ah, you do not enjoy feeling the pleasure without my touch, eh?

He wanted to growl, but there was no will of his own to do so. His own body was not his own to control anymore. If he wasn't going to return as he once was, this was all he had to...be "entertained" with in this place. He would no longer have the company of another this way again in his former world. He savored one brief joy before she had to leave him.

My pet - He moaned at the nickname used for him. - you are doomed to be mine until another frees you and bargains with you as we bargained. Answer me; you enjoy my touch.

Doomed... Yes. It was all a lie; he loathed the touch. Loathed the way it made his body react against his emotional wishes. If Yono detected the falsehood, he dare not say so or would not care. He only rumbled.

Isn't it funny, after all this time, I now remember a couple things we have not tried yet?

What now?

I have left you this way for a few months now, to see how you would respond after so many times with me. Apparently, your body's urges in this life are far more advanced than in your mortal life. Your desires have turned against you, Monty.

A few months?! It seemed longer than that. He sighed but could not close his eyes. You've said all of this before. I don't need to be reminded again.

No, you don't need it. However, speaking of desire...have you ever been with another human being? A...female specifically?

Oh, God...

He remembered thinking briefly back to the single night with the feisty redheaded teenage heroine in his castle, now left to Bates in his will; the whole world would believe he was dead within some more years to come, he was sure of it. They would no longer remember him as Lord Monty Fiske, renowned and respected explorer and scholar - only Monkey Fist, the power-hungry maniac the media explained him as. He half-agreed, aware of everything he did but prided himself on.

Yono sealed his doom by confirming that everyone had been right when he said he was arrogant and brash, blinded by his selfish needs. He refused to give the deity the satisfaction of that, even though he looked back with some twinges of regret - but he wouldn't give the benefit to this one now. He held his silence until he felt the tip of the tail come and blaringly caress him where he ached, specifically the place which joined his legs together, covered with fur colored like his head, his hands and feet as well as any other part of his body that wasn't sensitive. Sometimes he wondered why hair resided between the legs on both woman and man; maybe it was because it existed as proof that humanity truly DID descend from simians.

Monty...I'm not a very patient being.

He decided to lie. No. I've never - Unfortunately, his fable was seen through, for the tail pressed down and then tugged the hair just to cause him to jerk.

You think you can lie and deny me satisfaction? I know when one is lying; I always see and smell from a mile away. Tell me...what was she like?

No one should ever know his secret passions but himself, but he had no choice. Yono never stopped until he got what he wanted - and in a sick, twisted sense, that was Monty in common. Fiercely strong, driven, dedicated and independent. Very much like..

Yourself.

Yes, myself.

What else? Pray tell me, indulge me. I want to know more about her.

She had the body and visage of a goddess, in mortal form. A flying mane of fire even when it was calmly resting against her body, the flesh of honey beneath the sun, silken to the touch. Her muscle structure was hardly the justice of the average woman, for such a young girl... He stopped there. To even TALK about her was humiliating, a disgrace to the memory that he shared with her and himself only, short-lived as it was. No one deserved to know about it -

Go on. What about the most important areas of her body? There was vaguely the hint of a sly smile twisting the monkey's lips as he savored the details, hungered for more.

His own body stirred. Like I said, silken skin that I tasted and caressed, smelling like strawberries in the sun. Her breasts were plump as the ripest of peaches, her thighs joined to form a sacred temple housing the richest treasure that the worthiest deserved, hidden by a forest of fire like the waterfall over her back and her shoulders. Everything about her was vivid and fine, and it was only me to make that claim upon her...

Hmmm...I believe I recall WHO you are referring to.

I do not wish to discuss her any longer.

Unfortunately, his wish was denied once again. What was her name?

Put me out of my misery. If he were completely functional, he would have folded his arms across his chest and lifted his chin in defiance. I won't tell you another detail about her. He yelped when the pressure on his groin turned into a pinch, in every part.

Once more: I am the master, not you. Now, her name or your pleasure will turn into a pain you never imagined in your misery.

Fine! Kimberly.

Ah, lovely. I confess that I would have enjoyed the true sight of her had the circumstances differed. It's been centuries since I have had the company of a woman, Monty. I envy you for that.

Envy me that I savored her body with mine?!

Yes, in a sense. However, you wanted her again after that one time, but it was ripped from you, was it not?

His wounds were being reopened again. Yes. She left me before the morning broke. We both knew this was only meant for that night, but a part of me wished it wouldn't be that way. From the moment we met and then on, it was like our souls mated in the most grievous of circumstances. I had my reasons for calling her, and she was everything I had been deprived of in my youthful time.

That is a pity. And what's moreso, it's a shame that she will move on from you with your final actions against her. Her petrified form atop my temple...your form of revenge against her for bruising your pride, leaving you in an empty bed after such a salacious night...

STOP THIS!

Yono never responded to that, and then something very strange was happening to him then. His body had been restrained by unseen chains the entire time, darkness blanketing his vision and senses...but now his surroundings had changed altogether. The blackness turned to gray, eventually white and blinding him...

...and then a burst of color which made him cry out in shocked surprise.

"Monty?"

He stopped upon becoming aware of the VOICE that spoke to him, from behind. That was not all; he felt and saw that he was in a bed, covered with silk and cotton - his bed. He was in his bed, in his ancestral castle, and sunlight was pouring in through the window, covering him and warming him. He never thought he would see the sunlight again. What had happened? How did he get here?

A soft but strong hand rested on his bare bicep, prompting him to find a pair of glowing jade eyes filled with a tirade of emotion meeting his. "Monty?" she repeated, and he felt like his heart had stopped when he tore his gaze from her and looked down, seeing the sheets brought up to cover her chest as she looked at him, waiting for his answer.

"Kimberly," was all he could get out.

She'd stayed...she'd stayed because she didn't want him to wake up alone. It made him frown. But...why? How did they end up here? He wasn't sure what was going on anymore...but it didn't matter now. The point was that she was here. She had given in to her passion that he unleashed from himself. She stayed with him on her own will, and he was willing to go for another round before he let her go back home where he knew she was missed. Another time would be best for them, now that she would someday become his Monkey Queen.

The tanzanite necklace still rested over her heart, glittering in the sunlight and reflecting the ocean on a stormy day. A storm clearing to show a beautiful day mocking the heavens. He found it in himself to lean over and place a kiss above the trinket, caressing her skin with his lips. She sighed in response. Then her hands came up and caressed the place behind his ears, then moved back to massage his scalp, tangling his hair. She pulled him closer to her so his face rested over her heart. It was so blissfully content that he didn't want this moment to end.

"I thought you'd never leave me."

"Why would I without thanking you for a memorable night?"

He purred against her when her hands began to crawl down his neck, massaging his back and shoulders, pleasing him. "I thought you would never acknowledge last night as such...would you savor one more time before I let you return to Middleton?" he asked, raising his head and giving her an impish smile that she returned shyly.

"I don't suppose it will hurt. As long as you don't keep me from missing a day of school," she teased, nuzzling his nose and making him rumble before taking his lips against hers. His arms wrapped around her body and pulled her close. Her firm breasts rubbed against his chest; he leaned down and gently kissed the tops of the domes, drawing dreamy moans from her. Already, she was wet with forbidden heat for him, and he felt himself clench in his own place. No intentions of keeping her from her life, but one more moment...

He let loose a shriek when a sudden burst of pain erupted below his waist as her thigh came to rub against him. What happened?! Abruptly, the beautiful moment was ruined when the agony ripped through him and forced him to throw back the sheets, exposing her body and his...and the most damning, horrendous and abominable sight greeted him.

Blood stained the white sheets, and where it came from made him scream with incomprehensible terror and ghastly oblivion that he began to sink into just by looking at himself. His groin area had been grotesquely mutilated when he didn't even feel or was even aware - no flesh, no pubic hair, no genitals, just a graphic, visceral red mound where everything about his manhood should be, gore dripping down his legs in thick, crimson streams onto pure white beneath him...

And then it was all gone, sucking him through a vortex, white-hot fire turning maddening red...and then he was back in the darkness, unable to move or acknowledge what was happening around him anymore. No...no...

Was that worth being with me? Seeing her one more time...?

YOU MONSTER! he roared. YOU DID THIS TO ME! YOU INVADED MY INNERMOST -

Because it was my right. You are in my realm, and I can please myself however I want. And that includes seeing what you desired most...and now you can reminisce how you had your chance with her, did not do a fine job at keeping her, and therefore blamed her instead of yourself.

How dare you accuse me of this! I could not have kept her forever, no matter how much I wanted to, or even tried to! She would have been searched globalwide, and even if she'd been found, she would have been ripped from my arms! he argued to no avail, and the devil laughed cruelly as though it were the greatest joke he'd heard.

See, you are a fool. How can you think you deserve her? You think power would have brought her to accept you - you who were ignorant and selfish?

Ignorant how? Selfish how?

You thought you could have everything you wanted without regarding the consequences, and you thought you could be happy with a great power you never understood. You will never truly understand this part, will you, Monty? Well, if I can't get through to you on this, then perhaps something else will suffice.

He gasped when a smaller, furry form came over his body, between his parted legs where he throbbed and burned. There was no wet heat any longer, as it had all been in his mind, instilled by this creature which tormented his mind. He was wrong; Kimberly enjoyed her time with him, but her rationality overtook her needs in the end. As for Monty himself, he knew what he wanted for himself, but it was taken from him...now he was left with nothing from now on but - his thoughts were cut off when something long wrapped around the stiff heat between his thighs, and it wasn't the tail. Somehow Yono extended himself to twine around Monty, substituting for a female. He gasped, unable to control himself as rough meat rubbed with a smoother form, friction firing up between their bodies.

You honestly think she would ever take you again, even if you ever did return to her - knowing you are mine now?

He wished he could wither away here and now, damned to his core and unable to shove away the accursed word used to call a person who sold their body for what they craved most. He would not let the word whore come to mind...no...he would not...

It was over then, the friction subsiding, before the master himself declared a brand new position that he never thought they would ever get to. I've tasted you between your legs, Monty, but now I get to again - and now, at the same time, you get to do the same for me. I will get my pleasure from you in return. The time has come.

If every other position was bad enough, this had to be -

Wait, what was happening?

The instant Yono's dangerous mouth was ravishing his innermost altar, the next thing he was aware of was a great fire spreading throughout his body. This feeling had never been so...powerful before. It was like he was actually being burned alive, and the last thing he was aware of was Yono's roar of rage, but before he could cry out and ask what was happening to him -

~o~

Grass.

Cold air.

The distant music of water.

He could feel, smell, hear.

Darkness was before his eyes. However, he was aware of everything around him that he found he could open his eyelids, and found himself laying facedown on a stretch of earth, the feel of grass caressing his nude flesh now that he knew where he was now.

He was back in the world. He had been restored to the flesh...but how?

Fiske found he could gather his thoughts again, aware that Yono was not here, and now he knew why the monkey god was so angered. He had been rescued. The familiar screeching of monkeys told him that his loyal monkey ninjas were around him, overjoyed their master was with them again, yet he felt his body and his being overcome with a mild, involuntary form of paralysis that he wasn't sure what to do. He had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed and unsure of what to say or do. He hadn't wanted them to see him like this. His clothing gone, removed in the other world, but at least every inch of his body was still intact...

And then there was another voice - a voice he never thought he would hear again. "Milord!"

"B-Bates," he uttered, overcome with a mix of emotions. He was alive - alive as it could be interpreted - free and in the company of those he knew he could count on, but that left the one person who now rushed to his side, the hand resting on his shoulder making him flinch because the last time he saw his once-loyal valet, he'd lost faith in the man's trust in him. But he was here anyway.

However, that did not free him from the doom that lingered in his heart and soul.

Yeah, I must confess, Clive Barker who is one of my favorite authors of all time, inspired me for the raw, grisly content present. He is known for pushing the boundaries on a LOT of levels, and it's really great. Yono himself is just as bad as you all saw. He has the gall to torment Monty on what he had with Kim one time in one of my fics part of this saga.

The cover image was really powerful, when I happened across it on deviantart, though at first I was also wary to have it up - yet it signified everything that will happen in this story. It's "midnight to 4AM" by pixellabor, and the imagery was remarkable.

Now in Monty's point of view, he's been rescued like at the end of the prologue of "The Monkey King Takes His Queen". :D Reviews appreciated, but no flames please.