Miyama: hey peoples… I thought that I'd try being more descriptive with things, but found that I could be that mean to toji. So I got ashna to do it instead!!! so, this chapter is rated NC-17. but just for those people who want to read some of it, and not the sex parts, I put author's notes before and after the kinky parts. You're welcome Katie.
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toji opened the door a crack and peered inside. The light from the hall ran quickly across the floor to a shadowed heap chained to the wall on the floor.
"my lady?" he whispered. Silence. He opened the door a little more and stuck his head in the room. "my lady, are you awake?" he opened the door all the way and entered the room, carrying a bag. He walked over to miyako and knelt down beside her. "my lady, I'm here to check on you." The heap moved slightly, and when toji placed a hand on her shoulder, miyako shuddered.
"don't touch me." She muttered.
"my lady, I have to take care of your wounds, or they may fester." Toji helped miyako into a sitting position, and opened the bag. He pulled out a cloth and a bottle of peroxide. Miyako looked at the bottle, and crossing her arms in front of her, winced.
"my lady, I have to." Miyako, tears running down her face, nodded and slowly lowered her arms. Toji stared at the word across her chest, now swollen and red, and repeated it to himself. He carefully placed the cloth on the wound. "my lady, this will hurt for only a moment." Miyako shut her eyes and turned her head away from the twelve year old boy. Toji swallowed. "my lady, what does 'slut' mean?" toji asked as he held the cloth to her. Miyako's eyes flew open, and she stuttered.
'I, i… toji… it's. it's a bad thing." She muttered. Toji nodded, and said nothing.
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ken woke up with a smile on his face.
"I wonder what new tortures I can do to the wench today?" he stretched and yawned, getting out of bed. Toji opened the door to his chamber with a tray of food. Ken gestured vaguely to the table, and toji quickly placed the tray there.
"good morning, master. I trust you slept well?" toji said this to ken every morning. Ken hummed to himself as he got dressed. He turned and looked at toji, standing beside the table. He grinned. Toji pulled out the chair to the table as ken came towards him, as he did for ken every morning, but ken grabbed toji and threw him on the bed, table, chair and breakfast no where near his mind.
"master?" toji said as he turned over so he could see ken, and ken backhanded him.
"shut up." Ken replied, and kissed toji hungrily.
(a/n:okay. This is where you scroll ahead looking for the next author's note.)
toji was never sure of just how to act when ken did this. If he just lay there,
ken became angry, and angering his beloved master
was the last thing that toji wanted to do. However, if toji kissed back, ken
became very aggressive. The last time, toji couldn't sit
comfortably for a week. Toji contemplated the two choices in his mind, and
mentally sighed. He kissed ken back. Although ken
ignored most of anything toji did, the kiss encouraged him, making him grin to
himself.
He pinned Toji to the bed grabbing the smaller boys hands and pulling them over
his head with one of his own. Releasing Toji's lips he used his free hand to
undo the buttons of the transformed digimons shirt. He ran his hands lightly
down the exposed flesh causing Toji to shiver slightly. Then the dark head bent
and Toji's chest was covered with kisses, licks and bites.
Toji liked this part best. This felt nice as well as pleasing his master. In a
dark well hidden part of his mind, a place that hadn't been warped beyond all
recognition, Toji wished his Master would always be this nice and gentle. He
hated the pain that was to come, more then the various tortures he'd suffered
before. He wished he could say no but the constant pain and humiliation he'd
undergone had wiped away these thoughts from his waking mind. So he lay there
submissively as Ken's hands roamed farther down pulling down his lose fitting
pants, wishing only to please the boy he loved so much.
A reluctant moan escaped Toji's mouth as a rough hand pulled and squeezed him
cruelly. Ken's demanding mouth covered his a silent reminder to remain just
that. He wasn't to complain or protest when his Master used him. He was here for
Ken's pleasure and convenience after all.
Ken quickly flipped Toji around, pulling off the last bit of clothing he had.
The shirt was flung from the bed as Ken lifted Toji's hips up. His face pushed
into the silk sheets (miya the sheets ARE silk right?) Toji found it hard to
breathe. His body trembled with the effort of staying in the position Ken had
put him in. Legs spread as far as they would go while still keeping his hips
elevated.
"Now that is just perfect." Ken murmured from behind him on the bed.
Toji heard the slide of the zipper was Ken freed himself from tight blue
spandex. Ken never took off his clothes. It was too much an inconvenience and
couldn't be bothered with. Toji braced himself best he could as ken placed
restraining hands on his hips. His small cry of pain was ignored as Ken buried
himself deeply and quickly into Toji. A moan of pleasure escaped Ken as he slid
out only to pound mercilessly back into Toji.
It seemed like hours later for the small boy before Ken finally finished with a
strangled shout. As soon as the last shudder of pleasure left him the ebony
haired Kaiser removed himself almost distastefully from Toji and calmly walked
back to his breakfast. Toji collapsed onto the bed shivering with more then
cold. Blood and seamen trickled down his thighs as Toji gasped for breath.
"Toji my eggs are cold. Go make me some more." Ken said not even turning from
his food.
Toji ignored the screams of sore muscles and even worse pain from his backside
and scrambled immediately to pull his clothes on. He would do anything his beloved
master asked. Despite pain and suffering to himself. He knew his master loved
him. Ken wouldn't bother with him at all if he didn't. Smiling to himself he ran
out of the room to the kitchens glad to have had so much of Ken's precious time
this morning.
(a/n: okay. You can open your eyes now… my poor toji… anyways…)
miyako stood up, pulling on the chains once again. She had twisted out of the one on her right wrist, but had broken said wrist in the process.
"there has got to be a way-" she muttered, looking about the room.
"to get out of here? I don't think so my dear princess." Ken walked in the room, grinning at her, with a black rectangle box attached at his side. Miyako glared at him. "oh yes, I'm so intimidated now…" ken chuckled.
"oh fuck you."
"how very poetic of you. You'd think with all the time you spend in here you'd come up with something better to curse at me." He stood in front of her, grinning. Miyako raised her left hand to slap him, but ken caught her before she could make contact with his face.
"princess, I don't think that was a very good idea." The grin from his face disappeared, replaced with a cold look of hate. He held her wrist, and pressed down on a pressure point so that she spread her fingers apart. "such long and delicate fingers…" he traced then with his free hand, softly, slowly, and gently held her index finger. "too bad they're not going to be that way forever." Miyako's eyes widened as ken's grip on her finger tightened.
"don't!"
"one…" he smiled, and quickly twisted it at a strange angle. Miyako bit her lip and flinched as ken felt the bones inside snap. He let go, and moved on to the next finger, smile widening. "two…" he pulled her finger towards the back of her hand, and the sickening crack was just barely heard over miyako's cry.
"let go! Let go you bastard!" she pulled her arm violently away from ken, but his grip was too strong. He moved to the next finger.
"three…" ken started chucking at each time he broke a finger, partly at how easy it was to break her fingers, partly at how she tried in what they both knew was futile attempts to pull her hand away from his destructive grip. He dropped her hand when all her fingers were swollen and turning red and purple, and reached for the other hand. Miyako had somehow managed to hold the chain from which she had escaped in her hand this entire time, and ken obviously hadn't noticed she had gotten out of it. She hid her right hand behind her, and leaned against in so it was between the wall and her, not bothering to try and hid the fact it hurt like bleeding hell. "oh, but princess! You can't go around with an unmatched pair of hands like that! It's against all fashion regulations." Ken grabbed the chain that would have been attached to her arm, and pull it towards him. Miyako couldn't pull against it; the chain gave away her vague freedom.
"well, well, well, dear princess, it looks as if you may have found a way to get your hands free." He dropped the chain, and bouncing a few times, lay against the wall beside the girl. "no matter." He leaned in to her and kissed her forehead. "you can have your hands free if you want." He pulled a key out of his pocket, and undid the chain on her left hand, leaving both hands with a wider range about her. Miyako brought both hands to her chest, and stared at ken.
"why did you just do that?" she said, voice shaken from both the tears in her throat and a fear for what ken would do next.
"I don't need you to have your hands tied up anymore." He replied, and grinned at her.
"why?" miyako said, almost afraid to ask.
"because you having them free wouldn't help you in the slightest." He shoved her to the floor, and through reflex, she threw out her hands to soften the landing. She screamed and sat up, leaning against the wall, her mangled limbs to her chest, tears streaming down her face. Ken knelt down beside her, and patted her leg.
"there, there, my princess, no need to cry. It doesn't hurt nearly as much as this." He grabbed her left foot, and with a secure hold, twisted it until he felt the bones in her ankle give and crack underneath the skin. Miyako for once agreed with him. The pain in her wrists seemed insignifficant compare to that. Ken got up, took the black box from his side, and held it to his face.
"toji, get down her to the wench's cell immediately. And bring what I told you to. I don't want her to die and kill my son. The last thing I want to have to do is go out and kidnap Yagami Hikari to replace this failure."
"why ken? Why do you insist on doing this?" miyako sobbed. Ken kicked her ankle, and walked to the door. He turned to her just before he closed it behind him.
"the future ahead will have me ruler of both this world and the real world. I need an heir to ensure that my rein will last. You just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. So, dear princess, you will give me the son I want."
"so why torture me in the process?"
"why not?"
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author's note: in the next chapter, the baby will be born… finally… sorry it took so long, my computer decided to be an asshole and everything I had saved was erased. So I had to re-write this over again. Everyone go to one of Ashna's stories and when you review it telling her how much it kicks ass, cuz I now you will, tell her thanks for her help in this.
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toji opened the door a crack and peered inside. The light from the hall ran quickly across the floor to a shadowed heap chained to the wall on the floor.
"my lady?" he whispered. Silence. He opened the door a little more and stuck his head in the room. "my lady, are you awake?" he opened the door all the way and entered the room, carrying a bag. He walked over to miyako and knelt down beside her. "my lady, I'm here to check on you." The heap moved slightly, and when toji placed a hand on her shoulder, miyako shuddered.
"don't touch me." She muttered.
"my lady, I have to take care of your wounds, or they may fester." Toji helped miyako into a sitting position, and opened the bag. He pulled out a cloth and a bottle of peroxide. Miyako looked at the bottle, and crossing her arms in front of her, winced.
"my lady, I have to." Miyako, tears running down her face, nodded and slowly lowered her arms. Toji stared at the word across her chest, now swollen and red, and repeated it to himself. He carefully placed the cloth on the wound. "my lady, this will hurt for only a moment." Miyako shut her eyes and turned her head away from the twelve year old boy. Toji swallowed. "my lady, what does 'slut' mean?" toji asked as he held the cloth to her. Miyako's eyes flew open, and she stuttered.
'I, i… toji… it's. it's a bad thing." She muttered. Toji nodded, and said nothing.
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ken woke up with a smile on his face.
"I wonder what new tortures I can do to the wench today?" he stretched and yawned, getting out of bed. Toji opened the door to his chamber with a tray of food. Ken gestured vaguely to the table, and toji quickly placed the tray there.
"good morning, master. I trust you slept well?" toji said this to ken every morning. Ken hummed to himself as he got dressed. He turned and looked at toji, standing beside the table. He grinned. Toji pulled out the chair to the table as ken came towards him, as he did for ken every morning, but ken grabbed toji and threw him on the bed, table, chair and breakfast no where near his mind.
"master?" toji said as he turned over so he could see ken, and ken backhanded him.
"shut up." Ken replied, and kissed toji hungrily.
(a/n:okay. This is where you scroll ahead looking for the next author's note.)
toji was never sure of just how to act when ken did this. If he just lay there,
ken became angry, and angering his beloved master
was the last thing that toji wanted to do. However, if toji kissed back, ken
became very aggressive. The last time, toji couldn't sit
comfortably for a week. Toji contemplated the two choices in his mind, and
mentally sighed. He kissed ken back. Although ken
ignored most of anything toji did, the kiss encouraged him, making him grin to
himself.
He pinned Toji to the bed grabbing the smaller boys hands and pulling them over
his head with one of his own. Releasing Toji's lips he used his free hand to
undo the buttons of the transformed digimons shirt. He ran his hands lightly
down the exposed flesh causing Toji to shiver slightly. Then the dark head bent
and Toji's chest was covered with kisses, licks and bites.
Toji liked this part best. This felt nice as well as pleasing his master. In a
dark well hidden part of his mind, a place that hadn't been warped beyond all
recognition, Toji wished his Master would always be this nice and gentle. He
hated the pain that was to come, more then the various tortures he'd suffered
before. He wished he could say no but the constant pain and humiliation he'd
undergone had wiped away these thoughts from his waking mind. So he lay there
submissively as Ken's hands roamed farther down pulling down his lose fitting
pants, wishing only to please the boy he loved so much.
A reluctant moan escaped Toji's mouth as a rough hand pulled and squeezed him
cruelly. Ken's demanding mouth covered his a silent reminder to remain just
that. He wasn't to complain or protest when his Master used him. He was here for
Ken's pleasure and convenience after all.
Ken quickly flipped Toji around, pulling off the last bit of clothing he had.
The shirt was flung from the bed as Ken lifted Toji's hips up. His face pushed
into the silk sheets (miya the sheets ARE silk right?) Toji found it hard to
breathe. His body trembled with the effort of staying in the position Ken had
put him in. Legs spread as far as they would go while still keeping his hips
elevated.
"Now that is just perfect." Ken murmured from behind him on the bed.
Toji heard the slide of the zipper was Ken freed himself from tight blue
spandex. Ken never took off his clothes. It was too much an inconvenience and
couldn't be bothered with. Toji braced himself best he could as ken placed
restraining hands on his hips. His small cry of pain was ignored as Ken buried
himself deeply and quickly into Toji. A moan of pleasure escaped Ken as he slid
out only to pound mercilessly back into Toji.
It seemed like hours later for the small boy before Ken finally finished with a
strangled shout. As soon as the last shudder of pleasure left him the ebony
haired Kaiser removed himself almost distastefully from Toji and calmly walked
back to his breakfast. Toji collapsed onto the bed shivering with more then
cold. Blood and seamen trickled down his thighs as Toji gasped for breath.
"Toji my eggs are cold. Go make me some more." Ken said not even turning from
his food.
Toji ignored the screams of sore muscles and even worse pain from his backside
and scrambled immediately to pull his clothes on. He would do anything his beloved
master asked. Despite pain and suffering to himself. He knew his master loved
him. Ken wouldn't bother with him at all if he didn't. Smiling to himself he ran
out of the room to the kitchens glad to have had so much of Ken's precious time
this morning.
(a/n: okay. You can open your eyes now… my poor toji… anyways…)
miyako stood up, pulling on the chains once again. She had twisted out of the one on her right wrist, but had broken said wrist in the process.
"there has got to be a way-" she muttered, looking about the room.
"to get out of here? I don't think so my dear princess." Ken walked in the room, grinning at her, with a black rectangle box attached at his side. Miyako glared at him. "oh yes, I'm so intimidated now…" ken chuckled.
"oh fuck you."
"how very poetic of you. You'd think with all the time you spend in here you'd come up with something better to curse at me." He stood in front of her, grinning. Miyako raised her left hand to slap him, but ken caught her before she could make contact with his face.
"princess, I don't think that was a very good idea." The grin from his face disappeared, replaced with a cold look of hate. He held her wrist, and pressed down on a pressure point so that she spread her fingers apart. "such long and delicate fingers…" he traced then with his free hand, softly, slowly, and gently held her index finger. "too bad they're not going to be that way forever." Miyako's eyes widened as ken's grip on her finger tightened.
"don't!"
"one…" he smiled, and quickly twisted it at a strange angle. Miyako bit her lip and flinched as ken felt the bones inside snap. He let go, and moved on to the next finger, smile widening. "two…" he pulled her finger towards the back of her hand, and the sickening crack was just barely heard over miyako's cry.
"let go! Let go you bastard!" she pulled her arm violently away from ken, but his grip was too strong. He moved to the next finger.
"three…" ken started chucking at each time he broke a finger, partly at how easy it was to break her fingers, partly at how she tried in what they both knew was futile attempts to pull her hand away from his destructive grip. He dropped her hand when all her fingers were swollen and turning red and purple, and reached for the other hand. Miyako had somehow managed to hold the chain from which she had escaped in her hand this entire time, and ken obviously hadn't noticed she had gotten out of it. She hid her right hand behind her, and leaned against in so it was between the wall and her, not bothering to try and hid the fact it hurt like bleeding hell. "oh, but princess! You can't go around with an unmatched pair of hands like that! It's against all fashion regulations." Ken grabbed the chain that would have been attached to her arm, and pull it towards him. Miyako couldn't pull against it; the chain gave away her vague freedom.
"well, well, well, dear princess, it looks as if you may have found a way to get your hands free." He dropped the chain, and bouncing a few times, lay against the wall beside the girl. "no matter." He leaned in to her and kissed her forehead. "you can have your hands free if you want." He pulled a key out of his pocket, and undid the chain on her left hand, leaving both hands with a wider range about her. Miyako brought both hands to her chest, and stared at ken.
"why did you just do that?" she said, voice shaken from both the tears in her throat and a fear for what ken would do next.
"I don't need you to have your hands tied up anymore." He replied, and grinned at her.
"why?" miyako said, almost afraid to ask.
"because you having them free wouldn't help you in the slightest." He shoved her to the floor, and through reflex, she threw out her hands to soften the landing. She screamed and sat up, leaning against the wall, her mangled limbs to her chest, tears streaming down her face. Ken knelt down beside her, and patted her leg.
"there, there, my princess, no need to cry. It doesn't hurt nearly as much as this." He grabbed her left foot, and with a secure hold, twisted it until he felt the bones in her ankle give and crack underneath the skin. Miyako for once agreed with him. The pain in her wrists seemed insignifficant compare to that. Ken got up, took the black box from his side, and held it to his face.
"toji, get down her to the wench's cell immediately. And bring what I told you to. I don't want her to die and kill my son. The last thing I want to have to do is go out and kidnap Yagami Hikari to replace this failure."
"why ken? Why do you insist on doing this?" miyako sobbed. Ken kicked her ankle, and walked to the door. He turned to her just before he closed it behind him.
"the future ahead will have me ruler of both this world and the real world. I need an heir to ensure that my rein will last. You just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. So, dear princess, you will give me the son I want."
"so why torture me in the process?"
"why not?"
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author's note: in the next chapter, the baby will be born… finally… sorry it took so long, my computer decided to be an asshole and everything I had saved was erased. So I had to re-write this over again. Everyone go to one of Ashna's stories and when you review it telling her how much it kicks ass, cuz I now you will, tell her thanks for her help in this.