Warning: Torture1
Chapter
Fourteen
Life in the Kutou palace was unlike in its counterpart in
Konan. Tamahome found he had a great deal of freedom, but not that much. He
was reminded constantly of the fact that his wellbeing was solely by the
wish of the Seiryuu no Miko. Something strange had come over Yui of late,
Tamahome had noticed. At one point, she had been constantly around him. Now,
she barely talked to him. Right now, though, he didn't care. He had heard
some guards laugh over the fact that the Suzaku no Miko was dying of some
strange illness in Konan. He couldn't let her die!
So he ditched the guards and made a break for it.
Chuckling softly, Anubis came out of the shadows and tripped up the running
youth. "My my Tamahome. Just where do you think you are going?" Anubis said
with a dark grin on his scarred face.
Naaza's chuckle was heard as well as he appeared. "Looks like the little
Suzaku boy has come out to play," he said with evil delight.
"Get out of my way!! Miaka's sick and I'm going to her!" Tamahome narrowed
his eyes, taking a fighting stance as he stood. These foreigners had the
entire palace nervous.
Laughing as they crossed their arms and stood in his way, the two Masho's
grinned. "I don't see how you can stop us, Tamahome." Anubis said with an
evil glint in his eye. He was bored and he wanted something to do.
Naaza chuckled as he said, "We could always send one of my snakes to kill
her off...."
"DON'T YOU TOUCH HER!!!!!!" Tamahome growled, launching himself at Naaza. No
one threatened Miaka! Growling, he launched a spin kick at Naaza's head,
intending to wipe that cocky smirk off his face.
Naaza laughed as he easily blocked the kick then sent one of his own at the
young man. Anubis just stood back and watched, knowing the young boy
wouldn't be able to hurt a Masho of Emperor Arago. Tamahome went flying,
crashing into a wall. He grunted, seeing stars. He couldn't let them stop
him...
"Miaka..."
The young Suzaku Seishi grunted in pain, looking up as the blond shogun he
had seen before came in, delivering a kick to his side. "Leaving us so soon,
Tamahome? I don't think so..."
The two Masho's chuckled as they stood behind Nakago. Shuten also came up,
standing next to Nakago as he smiled wickedly down at the youth. "Well well,
little Suzaku. Looks like you need a lesson in manners..." he said lightly.
With a wave of his hand, two guards appeared and took Tamahome in hand.
Nakago followed, the small group heading for the dungeons. "Perhaps you
would enjoy a bit of sport?"
Shuten smiled evilly as he said, "Hai....something to amuse us with."
Naaza smirked, but Anubis shrugged. "Excuse me while I go and find someone
else to bug." he said, then walked off.
Naaza chuckled. "Seems our jackal has lost his taste for torture of this
kind," he said and Shuten chuckled as well.
"It is not for the faint of heart, that is for certain." Nakago remarked,
leading the two Mashos down the long winding staircase to the dungeons.
Shuten chuckled again. "Oh, he is not that. He just prefers....shall we say
more hand to hand torture?" he said with a sneer as Naaza snickered and
licked his lips.
"Hmmm..." Nakago made no further comment as he led them to the main area of
the dungeon. Inside, Tamahome stood, shackled. His arms were suspended over
his head while his legs were held in place by bindings from the floor.
Shuten smiled a cruel smile as he walked in with Nakago. "My my....you look
so comfy, Tamahome!" he said snidely.
Naaza grinned, then walked up close behind Tamahome, running a light hand
down the shackled man's body. "Maybe we should lighten him a little." he
said with a grin.
"Oh, we'll do more than lighten him, Naaza." Nakago remarked. Walking over
to a large table, he removed a wicked looking whip. Snapping it, he tested
the length and strength of it and nodded.
Tamahome glared at them defiantly. He didn't care much for these idiots.
"Let me go! Is this how you treat 'guests'?!"
"Oh no. But you are not a guest. At least no longer." Nakago replied,
pulling his hand back and the whiptail smacked Tamahome on his chest. Naaza
chuckled wickedly as he stepped out of range of the whip. Shuten leaned
against the wall, looking for all the world, bored. The next hour was the
worst of Tamahome's life. The whip continued to hit him all over his body,
never the same place twice. The pain was excruciating and he thought of just
passing out more than once. But he never did. He wouldn't give Nakago that
satisfaction.
Shuten and Naaza frowned as they watched, hoping for a response. Finally,
Shuten said, "Nakago-san, mayhap we could help with the....process." He
grinned ferally as Naaza chuckled.
Nakago shrugged, stopping for a moment. "Be my guest, Shuten. Do what you
think you can."
Shuten nodded, then looked at Naaza. Naaza smirked, then brought out a vile.
Holding his hand out to Nakago, he said, "May I have your whip?" Nodding
wordlessly, Nakago handed over his whip. He watched the warlords with
interest. Smirking, Naaza took the whip and opened the vile. He slowly and
meticulously dipped his finger within the magenta fluid and coated the whip
from the tip to the handle. Smirking as he recapped the vial, he handed the
whip back to Nakago, handle first. "Do not touch the whip, only the handle."
he said in warning and Shuten chuckled again. Accepting the whip back,
Nakago eyed Naaza with curiosity. What was it he had put on the whip? He
shrugged. He'd find out soon enough. Pulling his arm back, he let it fly.
Tamahome's eyes widened and he let out a moan. It was mixed between pleasure
and pain. He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. What was this new
torture?!
Shuten cackled softly as Naaza said with a sneer, "Did you like that, little
Suzaku? It is one of my potions that is most effective in getting a prisoner
to break"
"It...won't...work!!" Tamahome screamed, another lash hitting his bare
chest. He saw stars for a moment, but refused to give in.
"Very intriguing substance, Naaza." Nakago admitted, watching as it did its
work on Tamahome.
Shuten snickered softly. "And with each lash, the feelings get worse as the
poison lingers in the blood." he said softly, his eyes glittering with
malice.
Naaza chuckled as he leaned back against the wall. "It gets even worse if
someone touches the victim. The response....is interesting." he said with a
smirk.
"Oh really? I should like to see that." Nakago replied, making sure to hit
certain sensitive areas on his prisoner. Tamahome gasped, crying out. He'd
never hit that before! Shuten grinned evilly as Naaza smirked. Nakago
stopped, turning to the warlords. "Perhaps...one of you would like to
demonstrate?"
The two Masho looked at each other, then Shuten gestured grandly for Naaza
to go. "Please Naaza, do show our host," he said with a sneer. Naaza smirked
as he stepped forward, then caressed a light hand down one of the suspended
arms. Tamahome screamed, his whole body shuddering as pain filled every part
of his body. He thrashed, trying to get away from Naaza's touch.
Naaza chuckled lowly as he ran the hand down the bleeding chest, scraping at
one of the cuts. "Now now, Tamahome....we must give a good show," he
whispered cruelly as he tweaked a nipple. Tears sliding down his cheeks,
Tamahome struggled to get away from Naaza's touch. It was so painful he
thought he would scream again. But he refused to give them the satisfaction.
Stepping back a bit, Naaza nodded at Nakago. "Perhaps some more poison would
help, Nakago-san." he said with a cruel smirk.
"Good thought, Naaza." Nakago nodded. Once again the whip lashed out and
Tamahome's screams and moans could be heard throughout the dungeon. Smirking
as he watched, Shuten shifted. The screams and moans reminded him of the one
time Naaza had used the poison on him. That had been....a memorable night.
Licking his lips, Shuten shifted his gaze to Nakago, trailing his gaze
across the armored body. Naaza smirked as he licked his lips. How he loved
the combination of moans and screams. He traced a hand down the victim's
chest. Tamahome shuddered, trying to get away once more. He'd never felt
anything like this, a combination of pleasure and pain. One part of him
longed for each strike, while another screamed for it to end. Naaza smirked,
then pressed up to Tamahome from behind. Opening his mouth, he sank his
fangs into the youth, letting some of his other venom mix with Tamahome's
blood, dimming the pain briefly.
A scream like no other escaped Tamahome's lips and he thrashed, trying to
get away from the mouth on his neck. "Get off me you...THING!!"
Biting harder as he chuckled, Naaza then pulled away slowly, licking at the
wounds. He caressed a hand down the chest of Tamahome as he whispered, "Such
is the Venom of Naaza. Now, you shall see what real pain and pleasure are
like."
Shuten smirked, his eyes filled with lust as he watched Naaza work.
"Nakago-san, some more whippings will...prove the point," he said as he
licked his lips. He loved this part.
"True. Or perhaps you would prefer to handle it, Shuten?" Nakago asked,
offering the whip handle. His eyes met those of the Mashos' leader and he
quirked a smile.
Shuten licked his lips slowly as he gazed at Nakago. Slowly walking forward,
he gracefully wrapped his fingers around the handle, brushing them against
Nakago's briefly. He purred softly, "I think I shall...." he said lowly,
then cracked the whip, testing it.
Naaza smirked as he ran a light hand across Tamahome's collarbone. "You are
in luck, child. Shuten has a special....affinity for whips," he purred out
as he licked at Tamahome's ear.
"Get away from me!" Tamahome struggled, trying to break free. His eyes
widened in uncharacteristic fear as he gazed at Shuten. It couldn't be any
worse, could it? Nakago watched, an air or disinterest about him.
Nevertheless, he watched them almost avidly.
Shuten smirked cruelly as he cracked the whip again, then walked up to
Tamahome. Taking the whip, he wrapped it once around the youth's neck and
held it there. Pulling Tamahome close so that their lips were mere inches
apart, Shuten whispered, "Shall we show you the true meaning of 'fire
through your veins' Tamahome?" With that, he kissed the youth hard, then
pulled back and yanked the whip free from around the Seishi's neck.
Tamahome's eyes widened and he cried out, shuddering. He was going to have
to wash his mouth out now, damnit! He could feel his body reacting
unconsciously to what was happening and he cursed violently. 'No....'
Chuckling as he saw the result, Shuten grasped the business end of the whip
and curled it into a loop, shivering in pleasure as the pain/pleasure
coursed through him at the touch. His eyes almost glowed with lust as he
began to run the whip roughly up Tamahome's chest. Naaza purred as his
fingers ripped lightly down the youth's back.
"Stop...please..." Tamahome moaned, his eyes closed tightly as tears leaked
from his eyes. They had to stop...they had to! He couldn't take this...this
couldn't be happening! 'Oh Suzaku! Save me from this!'
"He begs now, does he?" Naaza purred out as he squeezed Tamahome's tight
ass. Shuten just chuckled as he ran the whip roughly down the youth's legs,
then smacked them with it. Nakago nodded, amused. These men were very good
at what they did. They had the proud Suzaku seishi begging. He most
definitely approved of that. Stepping back a bit, Shuten flicked the whip,
wrapping it around the upper thigh of Tamahome, then whipped it back
swiftly, tearing the fabric and leaving a welt in its place. He repeated the
action to the other leg, then did it around the lower part of Tamahome's
hips...right across his arousal. With a sinister grin, he whipped it away.
"Holy Shit!!" Tamahome screamed, his whole body arching upwards
unconsciously. His fingers dug into his wrists as he thrashed around. The
pain was quickly overcome by an intense pleasure like he'd never experienced
in his life before.
Naaza purred in delight. "A virgin....how wonderful..." he
purred as he pressed himself to the youth, rubbing an already painful
erection into Tamahome's ass.
Shuten purred as well, licking his lips. "Shall we try that again, Tamahome?
Or maybe....Nakago, would you like to try it?" he asked as he looked over
his shoulder and smirked, knowing the sheer lust he was feeling showed
brightly in his gaze as he gazed at the blond shogun.
"I think not. Just be careful. I do not want him permanently damaged."
Nakago reiterated, taking his eyes off Shuten to stare at the trembling form
of Tamahome. He didn't mind the torture, but anything further was out of
bounds.
Naaza pouted as he traced a light trail across Tamahome's chest. Shuten
chuckled lowly. "As you wish, Nakago-san." Shuten said softly, a wicked grin
on his face as he winked at Nakago. Turning back to Tamahome, he said,
"Well, boy, you are saved some fun...whether or not this is good...has yet
to be seen." He chuckled softly with Naaza, then brought the whip up again,
wrapping it around the muscled chest, ripping a new slash across it just
touching the nipples.
Crying out, Tamahome sagged against his bonds. The pain was becoming too
much for him and he was barely able to see. "I...won't...give...in..." His
eyes rolled in the back of his head and he sagged against his bonds,
unconscious from the pain.
Pouting, Naaza poked Tamahome. "Hmph....the weakling passed out," he said
with a snort, then smirked at Shuten.
Shuten smirked back, then shrugged before walking over to Nakago and handing
him the whip. "Looks like our play is done....for now." he whispered with a
grin, then turned to Naaza. "Let's go...get cleaned up, Naaza," he said with
a smirk, then turned and walked out, followed by a smug Naaza.
Once they were gone, Nakago discarded the whip and had Tamahome's body
unshackled. It fell to the ground and Nakago toed the youth onto his back.
"Soon, Tamahome. Soon all that you care about will be dead." Indicating for
the guards to take the youth back to his quarters, he left.
+ Book I : Chapter Thirteen +
+ Book II : Chapter Fifteen +
