3: memories of stolen wings part 2

Remember: This is rated M for a reason kiddies. Ain't no butterflies or rainbows in this chapter. rape and violence. watch out

She could hear the moans of the starving and injured in the Cages down other passages. The heavy door slammed shut behind them. Now it was only Kiada, four guards, and Diachi.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"We overlooked the murder of Hiroto," Diachi said. "No one liked the womanizer much anyhow. But, you're actions have embarrassed both myself and my son. And that cannot go unpunished."

"What are you talking about?" She said nervously. She began backing up as Diachi advanced. She bumped into the guard behind her, who wrapped arms around her, holding her in place.

"I refuse to be made a fool of," Diachi said angrily. "You are choosing a human over my son."

"I don't love Bankotsu!" She yelled, struggling.

"It doesn't matter your romantic or sexual intentions with him," he spat 'sexual' at her. "It only matters that you chose to leave the council, kill, and knowingly end the engagement to my son."

"You don't even care about Hiroto's death or me wanting to leave," she realized out loud. "You only care that someone like me doesn't even think your son is good enough!"

"It's true," he said without any remorse. "And now, you shall be punished."

The guard forced her to the ground and despite her struggles, she knew it would be effortless. The guard was an Eagle Demon and could easily over power her. She twisted against him, scared about was what to come.

The wooden door opened with a loud creek. Daitaro entered and slid in, quickly closing the door behind him. He stepped up next to his father and glared at Kiada who was held firmly to the floor.

"Daitaro," Diachi said smirking dangerously at the young lady. "Rip her wings off."

"No!" Kiada screamed. "Diachi you lying bastard!"

She struggled harder against the guards restraints. Daitaro kneeled down and swung a leg over her, straddling her lower back. Her hands were pinned between her sides and his knees. She kicked her legs furiously but Daitaro didn't react at all.

"Please, Diachi," she sobbed. "Don't do this!"

He only smiled at her.

Daitaro untied her obi and pulled the kimono down to her waist, revealing flawless skin. She shuddered at Daitaro ran a finger tip down her spine. Diachi eyes danced as his son seized the base of her wings were the joint met her shoulder blades. She felt it pull as she struggled and his grasp tightened, the skin ripped a little, allowing a blood trail to snake down her side.

"Please," she begged again. "Please Diachi. Daitaro."

Daitaro paused, waiting for his father's go ahead. Diachi nodded once.

Daitaro adjusted his grip and tore. Kiada screamed as the feathers and sinew ripped from her skin. She heard the sickening sound of tearing flesh. Her back and shoulders dripped with blood pooling around her. His shredding stopped where the joint met her back, which was too strong for him to tear with his hands but he tried anyway. He braced himself and pulled backwards. Kiada screamed louder as the final joint holding her wings to her back was pulled. Her back unnaturally as Diataro rocked back to tug. He twisted and pulled at the same time hoping to get it off. She screamed and sobbed, gagging with fear.

Daitaro growled realizing that pulling wouldn't get her wings off. He pulled out a short knife from him belt and began sawing at the muscle. She twisted this way and that trying to end the pain.

"Please, stop," she cried.

Diachi stood with arms crossed, smiling smugly. Serves the girl right for being so sure of her self and self righteous. He was proud to see his son punishing that girl. He would be a good leader for the Council one day.

Kiada sobbed as the feathers fell around her soaked in blood. She felt it soak into her hair and drip down her chin to mix with the tears.

"I'll leave to finish," Diachi said to Diataro. Leave not a single feather remaining. Skin her, if you have to."

"Yes, father," Diataro said in his deep baritone.

The door slammed shut. Kiada and Diataro were left alone. "Half way there, my dear," he muttered in her ear. She cried silently, passed the point of being able to understand. "Embarrass me will you?" He yelled.

This time, instead of a clean rip, he started at the bone that framed her wing. He grasped it in both hands and snapped the hollow bone. Her back arched against the sharp pain. His hands moved down and snapped it again. He did this three more times. When he finished, her remaining wing was bent in a sad mess. He took the knife he had used to saw through her already destroyed wing and cut clean through where he had broken.

Kiada turned her head and saw the sad pieces of her wings fall the floor. Feathers torn and sopping in dull red lay around her. She sobbed incoherently. Even her brown plain wings were better than none.

Diataro got off her, his pants covered in her blood. There was a look of satisfaction on his face. She turned at sat up, her back burning. She clutched the blood kimono around her. The blood from her dripping hair dribbled down her breasts and stomach.

"Bastard," she sobbed.

Diataro struck her across the face sending her sprawling again. He kicked her in the ribs, swearing at her as he did.

He ripped her kimono off the rest of the way, throwing it into the puddles of blood. She drew her knees up trying to make herself as small as possible. Diataro threw off his hakama, showing an erect member, and kneeled next to her. Seeing her crying and bloody, the red liquid dripping down her full breasts and toned stomach had turned him on more than he'd realized.

Kiada realized what he was doing. "No! Please, Diataro, please!" She said using the last of her energy to scoot back and escape.

His fist struck her face, busting open her lip. His hand pushed her shoulder to the ground. She drew her knees up and together to deter him but he used his free hand to force her legs apart. She was no match against the strong Phoenix Demon.

He thrust himself inside her. She beat her fist against him as he drove into her. She cried, begging him to stop.

The other prisoners in the Cages were silent. Even the half starved, who did nothing all day but cry for food, bit their lips and covered ears against the girls screams.

Diataro, with a final loud moan and hard thrust, came inside her. He pulled out, letting his cum drip down her leg, mixing with blood both from her back and between her legs.

Kiada didn't move. She couldn't. She could only cry silently.

Diataro put his blood stained hakamas back on. He threw her ragged kimono into her lap. "Leave here," he said. The look of pure satisfaction and superiority on his face.

He slammed the door shut behind him. Slowly, the moans of the other prisoners resumed. Kiada slowly and carefully put her kimono back on, careful of her wounds, knowing no matter how hard she tried, it would hurt.

She stood up, barely able to walk and hobbled out the door. She would find the Band of Seven, because they were the only ones who would take her now.