A Slave's Forbidden Knowledge
Disclaimer: No, I still do not own Inuyasha.
"Oh, wench, you're going to get it now." Inuyasha said, a ghost of a smirk on his face. "You're going to get it and good." He said, grabbing her arm and forcing her up. She struggled to try and get away, but he held her to firm. "You stupid wench." He whispered gazing at her face as she shook like a leaf.
"P-please, Lord Inu-Inuyasha…" she stuttered "I-I'm sorry!" she begged, unable to stop her shivering. Kagome closed her eyes, frightened of his cold amber glare. And that was the rock that broke the dam.
He pushed her onto the bed, pushing his hand onto her shoulder to keep her there. He pulled off his top with his other hand, putting down his other hand on his other shoulder so he could remove the fire rat top from the other arm. She struggled weakly, to scared to really try to escape. "Please…" she whispered once more, staring at the topless Inuyasha with large brown frightened eyes.
He snarled wordlessly at her in answer. He started to undo his pants and she whimpered slightly. "Oh, don't give me that Kikyo. You've done it enough times with other men, not even counting me. Whore." He spat at her angrily.
Her eyes flew open in shock. "Kikyo?" she demanded, eyes wider then what would seem humanly possible. "You know Kikyo? Where is she? What did you do to my sister?" she demanded angrily.
"Y-your sister?" he demanded. "I did nothing to her! She did everything to me! I thought she was you!" he said, all thoughts of punishing Kagome flown from his head. His mouth was open, in surprise.
"What do you mean she did everything to you? Oh, boo hoo, the spoiled rich boy got dumped. She sold me into slavery! AS A WHORE!" she yelled at him, all fear gone. She jumped up, her nude body and his superior position lost in her rage. "Do you know what it's like? Being used for whatever man can scrounge up the money? And I don't even get the money? To be sold like a piece of cloth or an old toy you don't want anymore? Could you ever understand that kind of pain? Could you?" she said, sadness and pain beginning to overtake her fury. "Could you understand the shame, the embarrassment, the sadness? I was a virgin before Commander Kouga. I was naïve until Kikyo did this to me." She said, then looked at the ground. "Now hurry up and punish me, you bastard, before I do something I'll sorely regret."
With Sango and Miroku
"So, Houshi-sama, what exactly did you mean by the twins? And how does Kagura-chan know of them? Why are they so important?" Sango questioned, walking elegantly on her perilous sandals. She looked to the side, a questioning look on her painted white face.
"Nothing you need to know Sango." Miroku waved her questions aside. "And how many times have I told you to call me Miroku, Lovely One?" he asked with a grin. He had to hold both hands behind his back in a strong attempt to stop them from wandering.
Sango rolled her eyes. "Only about as many times as I have told you not to calm me by your silly nicknames, Houshi-sama." She responded a bit tartly.
Miroku laughed "Oh, Sweetling. You never fail to amuse me." He said and she smiled a lovely, enticing smile. He lost control of his hand, it sneaking behind her, under her obi and grabbing her but.
She turned, looked at him with a smile, grabbing a loose sleeve and pulling him into an alley with a devious smile. Once in the alley, away from peering eyes, she started to lean towards him. He closed his eyes, hoping for a kiss.
Instead, he felt a surprisingly hard punch to the stomach. He gasped, the air knocked out of him. She walked gracefully past him, giving no sign that she had just struck a man. "Hurry, Houshi-sama! Mother is waiting!" she called, her amusement evident in her voice, if not her face.
In a dark, dark house, in a dark, dark room…
"Naraku-sama!" Kagura greeted her danna and, scarily enough father, with a forced smile. She knelt on the floor gracefully, looking at Onigumo Naraku. He sat across the table from her, his long slightly wavy hair loose. His red eyes, same as hers glinted like blood. He smirked slightly as she poured him, then herself, tea. She set the teapot to the side, taking a small sip of tea. "I trust your day went well?" she inquired politely.
His smirk increased. "Yes it did. And yours?" He asked, not really caring. He sipped his tea, making a small face. "Can't you do anything right? Ugh, I suppose this will have to do." He said, taking another sip.
"It was fine. I took Sango-chan out to a few teahouses." Kagura said, shrugging, not letting her hate for him show, though she knew he knew. "How is your young concubine, Kinky-Ho- Oh, I mean-Kikyo?" she asked with a small smile.
"She's still nice and tight." He said, ignoring the slur to his bed-mate. He was fond of her skills in bed, and her nasty outlook on life, but other then that, she had no value to him. She meant little more then a casual whore, though she did have some truly wicked ideas. Which were quite entertaining. "Now, Kagura." He said with a devilish smile and Kagura gulped slightly. "I have a new job for you, my sweet daughter…"
He told her what the job was and she smiled and nodded. She wished she didn't have to, this job was not good. Not good at all. Sensing her reluctance, he demonstrated his power once more, squeezing his fist around a bloody organ of hers and making her black out in pain. Naraku stood up, chuckling at the lingering sound of her pain-wrenched scream as he abandoned the room, leaving behind a slumped over weather witch and two cooling cups of tea.
A/N- Here's the next chapter! Wow, this fic is popular! Yay! I didn't think people would like it! Keep reviewing, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy! Great big hugs to all reviewers, and a muffin to each of you who wrote more then one! .