(This fiction is based on the characters and settings created by Oyuki Konno)
A Woman Scorned - Chapter 11
Yumi checked on the bound, naked, sleeping man laying on the metal bed, in the middle of the small infirmary nestled in the back of the small warehouse Arisu rented for this purpose. She checked that the restraints were secure, then checked the wound on his shoulder where the tranquilizer dart pierced the flesh. She also checked his pulse, and estimated she had about an hour before her would awaken.
She walked over to a metal desk in the corner, and picked up and alcohol prep along with one of five prepared syringes, then walked back to the sleeping man. She swabbed the man's forearm and injected the contents of the syringe into his blood stream. "When I come back, you'll be nice and ready for me, Sugar-san," she said before grabbing a towel from her bag, and walking over to the attached bathroom to shower.
Yumi turned on the shower to start the water heating while she took off the sweat soaked clothes from her body. Even with the help of a member of the hotel staff, it was still difficult to move the 90 kilo body out to the taxi, waiting by the hotel entrance. It was more difficult as Arisu, acting as the cab driver, helped her with getting him into the warehouse. 'I swear, that boy has no upper body strength,' she thought, as she got under the hot water to wash her sweaty, sticky body. 'Even I could take him down.'
When she was good and clean, she turned off the water, dried herself, and wrapped the towel around her body. She exited the bathroom, and sprinkled some of Yukki's brand of cologne on her body, from a bottle she retrieved from her bag. 'That stuff really works,' she thought, catching sight of the area between the man's legs, when she went over to check on him again. His pulse was faster than the last time she checked, so she knew he'd be waking up soon.
She looked between Suguru's legs again, and wondered if she could really go through with her part of the plan. The last time she dealt with one of 'those' was when she was still in college three years ago. That experience wasn't entirely unpleasant, but she wondered how she would fare, since this one was attached to such a despicable man. She retrieved a few more things from her bag and brought them over to the bed.
Suguru was on the edge of wakefulness when he felt something warm and wet moving against a certain part of his anatomy. He let out a moan and cracked his eyes open. He saw a familiar head bobbing up and down between his legs, and he let out a groan as his pleasure center came back to life. "Oh, Yukiichi," he he cried out as his hips started moving on their own. "It's been too long."
"You mean Sachiko never did this for you," a woman's voice responded, dripping with derision. "What kind of wife is she, that she can't take care of her man."
The young man opened his eyes wider, and took in the whole scene clearly. "Yumi-chan," he exclaimed once he recognized the woman, working on his lower parts. "What the hell ..."
"I just wanted to see what was so special, that my brother killed himself over," the brunette said mockingly, letting her hand do some of the work, while she talked. "It doesn't seem like it's anything to write home about." She reached down under the bed, and placed some lubrication on her fingers, before bringing them between her own legs.
"Looks like you're about ready to perform." Yumi got up off her knees and straddled the man on the bed. She brought he hand down and guided Suguru into her, slowly. She let out a little hiss of discomfort as she lowered herself down on the handsome man. "You'll thank me for this afterward," she said, laughing arrogantly. "Because by the time you leave here, I will have given you something your pathetic, barren wife can't. A child. After all, you are good breeding stock, and it's a shame to waste it."
Suguru let out a moan himself, as he felt Yumi's tight warmth encase him. He tried to hold it back, but it felt so good against his over sensitive member, he couldn't help himself. The brunette started to move, and he felt the pleasurable sensations increase. His hips started moving of their own accord, and his moans got louder.
Yumi felt empowered, when she looked at the man, chained to the bed underneath her. Having the man responsible for her brother's death at her mercy, aroused her even more. "Look at you. Getting excited by the thought of knocking me up. What would your wife think, when she finds out you enjoyed getting her little sister pregnant," she said in an attempt to humiliate him. "Will she get mad, or forgive you." She ground her pelvis against the man below her, causing him to let out a loud groan of pleasure as the tip of his member hit home.
"And who does you better. Me or her," Yumi taunted, continuing her verbal assault. "Answer me." The brunette sped up her up and down motion. "Who's better. Tell me!"
At this point Suguru was very close to the edge. His breathing was heavy, and his moans became louder and quicker. "Y-Y-You a-are."
"And what's my name," Yumi asked as she bounced up and down, making the bed springs squeak.
"Yumi," Suguru said, in the middle of a long moan.
"Louder," the brunette's ordered, slapping the man's face around. "I can't hear you."
Suguru couldn't take it any longer. "Yumi is best," he screamed as he exploded inside the petite brunette, releasing all his seed, and filling her.
Once she felt Suguru start to release his sperm, Yumi bore down on him until he bottomed out against her cervix. She orgasmed herself, as she felt the warm, thick fluid erupt inside her, filling her up. This was a new feeling for her, since the other men she had sex with wore condoms. It wasn't that unpleasant a feeling, though she wasn't overly excited about experiencing it again for the next four days.
Once Suguru was drained, she got off him, and laid herself on a mat she placed near the bed. Her back was flat against it and she pulled her knees to her chest and held them there for a minute or two, until her breathing slowed down.
The black haired man let out a satisfied sigh. "You Fukuzawa's are amazing," he said in wonder. "The only other person who made me feel that good was your brother."
After hearing those words, Yumi shot up off the floor, and jumped on Suguru's chest, and started beating the man around the face and neck. "You have no right to even speak of him, you bastard," she screamed, letting the tears fall from her eyes. "If it wasn't for you, he'd still be alive."
Deep down, the man knew the brunette was right, so he didn't even flinch away from her blows. It was all his fault. He should have just told Sachiko 'No' and fought against the engagement. He should have been stronger. His heart crumbled further, as he heard Yumi's distraught wails, and saw the pain behind the young woman's eyes. All of a sudden the fight drained out of the brunette and she collapsed against his shoulder sobbing. If his hands were free, he'd wrap a comforting arm around Yumi. As it was, he just lay on the bed silently, and let his own tears flow.
XxX
Mitsuki looked up the attic stairs, and saw a light coming from the top landing. It was the middle of the night, and she was heading down to the kitchen in order to make some tea to settle her nerves. The young girl had just woken from a disturbing dream.
The dream had started out normal enough, with her and Yumi sharing a picnic lunch in the park. All of a sudden the heavens opened, and a torrential downpour caused them to start running. A man grabbed a hold of her and dragged Mitsuki from Yumi's side. The next thing she remembered was that she was tied up in a small room, and the man who took her was naked on top of her. Before the man could have his way with her, the door burst open and in walked Yumi, dressed in a black suit, looking like James Bond. The brunette in the suit pointed a gun in the direction of the bed she was on. But before Yumi could fire, machine guns started shooting toward the door. She woke up after seeing Yumi fall to the ground with about a half dozen bullet holes in her chest.
The light at the top landing, aroused her curiosity. 'Just what does Sachiko-sama do up there,' she had asked herself earlier in the day when she passed the stairway. Well now was a good time for her to find out. She turned and slowly, silently climbed the steps to the attic. When she reached the top she moved to one side of the opened door and peeked in.
Sachiko, wearing a white night own, was kneeling in front of her shrine to Yumi. Her head was bowed and her hands were in a praying position. "... ria-Sama, please watch over Yumi until we can see each other again." Mitsuki overheard the heiress' words. The black haired woman sat back on her heels, turned her head slightly and called out, "You might as well come in Mitsuki-san. I already know you're there."
The younger girl stepped into the room and warily padded over to the kneeling woman. When she reached Sachiko, she sat next to the woman on the floor and crossed her legs. She must have looked afraid, because the black haired woman smiled gently and said, giggling. "Don't be afraid. It's not like I'm killing small animals and offering them to Satan."
Mitsuki was shocked. In all the years she'd known her boss, she had never heard the woman sound so sweet and gentle. Let alone heard her boss giggle. The young girl was downright puzzled at the 180 degree change in a woman she thought she knew so well.
"I know you must be confused, and wondering what's going on," Sachiko said softly. "I'm not even sure I can explain it correctly myself. The Sachiko you came to work for, is the person I was before my second year in high school. A cold, hard, unforgiving woman, who never knew love. I still remember how set apart and lonely I felt. Then in my second year, I ran into, and nearly crushed a brown haired pig tailed first year," she pointed to the central picture of her and Yumi. "She taught me love and how to open my heart. Over time the cold hearted Sachiko was replaced by a warmer, friendlier version, much as I am now. You sort of remind me of Yumi in some ways. You're diligent, honest, and loyal."
Mitsuki blushed, not just from the complement she just received, but also being compared to the bright eyed, brunette shown in the pictures before her. 'If Yumi turned Sachiko into the woman in front of me, I wonder if I can bring back Yumi's bright eyes and smile,' she thought hopefully. "So what happened?"
"I did, or at least the part of me that chose duty over love," the heiress continued on with her story. "Suguru and I were engaged to each other at a young age. My grandfather decided to consolidate the family's power by marrying me to my cousin, so that after his death there wouldn't be a power struggle over the company. To an eight year old it was like a fairy tale, but when we became older it turned into more of an obligation. I fell in love with Yumi, and he had his own special person too. But when the time came, I was afraid. My grandfather is cold and hard, just like the other Sachiko, you're familiar with. I started wondering if he might do something bad to Yumi if we didn't follow through with the wedding. So I decided to break up with her."
"When I did, I said such awful and hurtful things to her" Sachiko wiped at the tears forming in the corner of her eyes, before going on. "I needed her to hate me and move on with her life, rather than hope for the impossible. Suguru did the same to her brother, Yukki, who later committed suicide." The heiress paused, stood up, and went to stand in front of the altar, followed closely by Mitsuki. "Right afterward, it was painful for me to look at all these memories, so I packed them all up in a box, and tried my best to forget about her. Then, on my wedding night, I came up here and opened the box. I became overwrought with sadness and guilt, and I tried to throw myself off the balcony. But that damn cousin of mine stopped me. I guess you can say that is when I was born."
Sachiko let out a barking laugh. "I guess the mind has its own way of surviving. In order to avoid the pain, the Sachiko back then forced herself to forget all about Yumi, and reverted to the person she was before they met. Now only I hold those dearest memories of love and happiness. The only problem is, I can only come out when she sleeps. I see everything that goes on, but I can only act at night. I know what she's doing to you is wrong, but please bear with it. I keep hoping that maybe after the heir is born, and our obligation dismissed, she can become happy again, and accept that which I hold dear."
'This woman is seriously cracked,' Mitsuki thought at the end of Sachiko's story. 'She needs some professional help.' The young girl gazed longingly at the multitude of pictures before her, wishing after her love. Just then she noticed the security camera picture from the investigative file. "That's ..."
"Yumi," the black haired woman stated. "I really have to thank you for muddying up that picture before you sent it out. I don't think it would go well if she was found by my alter ego, but something has been bugging me. Why would you try and hide her identity."
"Because I love her too," Mitsuki challenged, preparing for a fight.
"My, my, my, so I have a rival for Yumi's affections," the older girl said teasingly. "Calm down, child. I have no intention of hurting you. I probably wouldn't win anyway. So how is she? I haven't heard anything about her since we broke up."
"She's fine I guess," Mitsuki stated. "But the Yumi I know is different from this one." She waved her arm across the altar. "I've never seen these shining eyes, or this bright smile. The eyes I see are hiding pain and anger. The smile is cynical. Every now and then I see their potential inside her. I'm jealous of you, you know. You've seen her eyes full of joy. You've seen her true nature. I have only seen the pale shadow of what she used to be like, before you ripped her heart out and crushed it. It doesn't matter if you blame yourself or the other Sachiko. To me you're one in the same. So don't invite me to your pity party. You're responsible, so accept the consequences."
Mitsuki turned and started to walk away. "What gives you the right to say such things to me," Sachiko called out after the young girl.
"I have every right," the office worker stated coldly. "Because even though you aren't in her life, you still stand in my way from helping her become the woman she used to be." The young girl didn't see Sachiko's tears as she strode out of the attic, and back to her room.
XxX
When Yumi awoke, her head was resting on something hard and warm. She opened her eyes and focused on her surroundings. Her body was on top of Suguru, who seemed to be resting peacefully. The brunette got off of the man, and looked at him. His face sand shoulders were bruised, and one of his eyes was swollen.
'Did I do that,' Yumi asked herself, shocked. She remembered getting angry, and hitting the bound man, but she didn't realize how much damage she had done. She checked his pulse and breathed a sigh of relief when she found out he was still alive.
She looked at the clock. She had only been napping for about an hour. The chill air against her skin reminded her she was still naked, so she went and took a quick shower, then got dressed. When she came out, the naked man was still asleep, so she released the bed restraints, leaving him only in handcuffs and leg shackles. The leg shackles were attached to the bed by a five foot chain, so as to give him some freedom of movement. Afterward Yumi took out an ice pack, and applied it to the sleeping man's eye.
Suguru awoke feeling the cold weight against his eye socket. His head hurt and he let out a wince from the pressure, of the pack on his face. "You sure pack a mean punch, Yumi-chan," he groaned.
"I'm sorry," the brunette responded. "I'm still a little sensitive about what happened to my brother, and I lost control a bit."
"Your emotions still stay very close to the surface, I see," Suguru stated. "But in this case, I deserved it. I've been beating myself up internally for the last five years. It was about time to experience it physically."
"If you regret it so much, why did you do it in the first place," Yumi asked.
"It seemed logical at the time," he replied. "Get the two of you to despise us, then get married with no interference. But if I knew, back then, how miserable Sa-chan and I would be five years later, I would have told her to go climb a tree."
"So ultimately, it's Sachiko's fault," Yumi inquired. "It was her idea. Does she regret it also?"
"Partly yes, and partly no," the young man responded. When he saw Yumi's confused look, he explained about Sachiko's mental break, and how the heiress' conscious mind blocked Yumi out completely. "So even if you met her face to face, she wouldn't recognize you."
"How lucky for her," Yumi stated coldly. "She hasn't had to live with the pain for the last five years, like the rest of us."
Suguru nodded, then sat up on the bed. "Not that I don't mind the enforced vacation," he said sarcastically. "But do you think you can tell be why you kidnapped and raped me?"
"One good kidnapping deserves another," she bit back. "And I wouldn't call it rape. I'd rather think of it as 'natural insemination.' Sachiko is using my friend as a brood mare. I might as well use you for 'stud service.' I figure if I can conceive an heir, before Sachiko forces Mitsuki, then she has no reason to hold her."
"If that's all it is, then I'll support you. I don't like what she's doing either," Suguru asserted. "I'll hand over my stored sperm. I'll even pay for the doctors and procedure. Anything you need, just so I can keep Sachiko from ruining another young girl's life, like she did yours. I owe at least that much to you."
"That's a great offer," the brunette responded. "But how can I trust you? You're the one that drove Yukki to commit suicide. How do I know you're not lying to save yourself?"
The young mans face held a pained expression at the mention of his former lover's name. "My life is yours, Yumi-chan. After all this is done, if you still want payback for your brother, I will take my life by my own hand. It hasn't been that good without him anyway. I've just been marking time for the last five years."
Yumi looked the man straight in his blue eye, gauging his honesty. "I'll accept your offer," she told him. "Unfortunately, we are under a time schedule. I've been taking hormones and clomid, to increase my fertility. My most fertile time is now. If we have no success this month, we will reconsider the options. So you're still on 'stud service' for the next four days."
Author's Notes: Thanks for reading.