Warnings: This chapter does contain rape themes, not graphic but still not something for the kiddies to read, and major angst! Poor Jack. Don't like then don't read. I tried to write it to the best of my abilities.

"Let me go demon!" Jack howled, struggling like a mad man.

"It is pointless to struggle but do so if you wish," Aku chuckled. "It only entices the act."

Something cool had wrapped around the sash, tugged at it until the lower portion of his robe had opened and streamed into a pool on the floor. The only garment concealing him was underwear and the hands were already grasping at that too. Jack couldn't believe what was happening. Aku would never do such a thing, would he? He knew of the dark hate the demon harbored for him but even that had to have a limit on how far he would cause Jack pain.

"This cannot be happening!" Jack yelled. "You would never do such a thing!"

"Oh but it is happening samurai," Aku sneered, "and I would too. Anything to hear your cries for mercy."

The dark figure rose higher to the ceiling, still in a form that was near Jack's size, ensnaring him in a tighter embrace in the long black tendrils. His arms were forced above his head while his legs were retched apart and held in position. Jack continued his relentless, vain struggle. He still didn't believe the demon would go through with the act. Even Aku wouldn't commit this type of violation, or so he kept telling himself.

One of the tendrils draped over the undergarment and tore it off. Blushing furiously, Jack tried to free his arms and legs in attempt to conceal himself from the demon's gaze. It horrified him when he saw what was festering in Aku's dark eyes. He kept staring into the dark voids, waiting for Aku to denounce his intentions as a mere bluff. He turned his head away, unable to stand the intensity of the stare any longer. Clenching his eyes shut he denied everything. Thoughts raced in his mind. This wasn't happening. Not even Aku himself would dare to do this act. Over and over he repeated this in his head.

Something hard snaked around his back, trailing over the aching welts until it came across his rear. His eyes widened with horror. The demon wasn't bluffing.

Jack screamed as his body jarred forward from the brutal, unexpected agony. The samurai sobbed and shifted his body to relieve himself of the excruciating pain but that only made the demon tighten his hold on the flaying man, allowing no room for escape. Aku felt Jack's pain and smiled deeply at it. He felt Jack's shock at the violation. He felt Jack's disbelief that such a thing could ever be done to him.

Aku had every intention on making the act as painful as possible. He wanted to damage as much of the resisting body he navigated as he could. He wanted the samurai to feel every moment of the searing agony. He wanted the samurai to feel the blood draining from the torn tissues onto his sweat slicked thighs. Something began to shatter deep inside Jack's body; Aku could feel it, smirking savagely at the weeping samurai. Aku knew what it was. The demon cooed in satisfaction at his task. Jack could deal with the pain of torture, being plainly beaten with a whip, burnt with a poker, or torn by knives, but the rape was beyond his ability to handle. Already Aku's mission to break the samurai bore success.

The samurai spun his head back around to gaze into the demon's face and once he did so he regretted it. The face before was contorted with ecstasy, ecstasy of watching him suffer. Jack suddenly wished that he wasn't facing Aku. It would have been far better to have his back to him. At least that way the demon wouldn't have been able to see his pained expression then again, he would have heard the pitiful cries. Still, Jack did not beg for the act to stop. It would only bring more shame upon him and he doubted Aku would cease.

The soreness became far brutal, causing him to scream louder and louder. He wanted to contain his pained cries but the flaming agony was far too intense for him to remain silent. One of the demon's tendrils caressed the side of his cheek, pushing aside a lock of dark hair. It almost felt intimate and drove more shame into Jack's heart. The caressing never ceased and, in fact, the rough tentacle slid down his cheek, his neck, his chest, and then his belly. He cried out in revulsion and did everything in his power to shove it away but it was no use.

"Ah, so you do enjoy my ministrations eh samurai?" Aku cruelly laughed.

Shame. Shame. Shame. It was the only word repeating in his mind. There was no pleasure entering him through this act. It was just his body's reaction, not his mind, and he hated it. He hated himself for not being able to control it. The demon even had the nerve to lower his face, intent on capturing Jack's lips with his. Jack snarled and snapped his teeth at Aku. The demon chuckled and drew his head away, deciding not to proceed that route, for the moment anyway. There would be another time to cause more humiliation. He had eternity to split the samurai apart inside, body and soul.

The act finally finished causing him to shudder in utter disgust. Tears streamed down the samurai's face. The demon lowered Jack back to the ground. He gave no fight. His body slid limply to the floor in a puddle of limbs and blood.

It had happened so sudden, without warning, without preparation. Jack couldn't remember experiencing such pain in all of his life. It burned away his hard exterior and made room for fear to burrow into his weakened soul but most of all it let in disgrace. And helplessness. He wanted to die. He wanted death so badly that he could imagine it overtaking his soul, drawing him away from this life. But something seemed to bring him back to reality. To the shame, to the hurt, and to the bitterness of defeat. He had been conquered at the hands of Aku.

"What is the matter samurai?" Aku taunted. "Do you have nothing left to say? No words of claiming vengeance for my deeds? No words of how you will never be broken?" The demon lowered himself near Jack's ear, giving it a quick lick. "Are you wrecked my dear samurai? I do believe you are. Perhaps you will never admit it to me but I can see the misery clouding over your eyes. I can see through them, deep down to your retched, meager soul. Yes, you are ruined. You are nothing more then a wasted heap of flesh. I am not finished with you though. I think you will still respond to pain all the same and maybe one of these days it will drive you to the point of madness. To the point where you will call out my name and beg me to stop!"

A spark grew in Jack's heart and for a brief moment he forgot about the shame and the need to die. All those emotions had momentarily left him, though he was certain they would return.

"Do as you will for it makes no difference Aku because I will not fall by your hands. I will never beg anything of you; no matter how much agony you inflict on my worn body. I will not allow myself to be broken by you."

Aku snorted. "It certainly didn't seem that way a few minutes ago warrior. You wanted to end your life. I could easily tell. You are broken. Admit it to yourself. I have won. You have lost." The demon grew back to his enlarged size. "I think I will leave you here to contemplate what I have said. It is doubtful that you are in any condition to try to escape. Later, I will return and continue on with our sessions."

The demon scuttled to the bottom of the pit until his form disappeared in the darkness. Jack left naked, freezing, and lying in a growing pool of his blood.

Time was lost to him. He didn't know how long he had lain on the floor though it felt like ages. It could have been a day, perhaps a week, or maybe even a year. He knew he should have been dead already, from the blood loss and the shock. But his body, even his battered soul, refused to let him drift away from the world of the living. His body was betraying him.

Torn. Bleeding. Ruined. That's all Jack could see himself as. He was nothing but a mere vessel of sorrow and vile filth. Death was on his mind again; it was never far off from his thoughts now. Ah, death. What a sweet release it would be to him. But death was mocking him. Leaving him there to suffer for eternity in hell. Ah, death. A joy Jack was sure he would never know.

To be continued....