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Chapter Eight: Punishment

Sasame

I slammed the door to my cabin. Despite being soaked through, I felt like my body was on fire. The sight of Hayate on the floor looking up at me apologetically filled me with rage. I grabbed his hair and pulled his face to mine. He was trembling all over, whether from cold or fear I did not know, and did not bother to care. I pressed my lips to his and bit down hard. I felt him struggling to free himself, but I bore down until I could taste his blood on my lips. I released him and threw him to the floor, savoring the taste of his metallic juice in my mouth.

As I saw him there, holding his bleeding lip with conflicted eyes, all I could see was the way he held that cabin boy in his arms. He was so gentle and comforting with a look in his eyes that I could not stand. I would not let him go. He was mine and would always be mine. I kicked him in the stomach repeatedly and allowed myself a smile as his cries of pain became louder and louder. Bored with kicking my disobedient pet, I stopped and turned towards my favorite toy.

Hayate's eyes widened as he saw me stroking my cat o' nine tails. Each strand of the whip was crusted over with blood, Hayate's blood. This was my special cat just for him. I licked my cat and savored the taste of the old blood. I—and my cat—was thirsting for more.

I watched as Hayate cowered on the floor of the cabin, eyes full of fear. Not good enough, I thought. I wanted more.

I grabbed the chains from the hanger above and swung, hitting Hayate full in the back. I savored the way he groaned in pain, his back arching beautifully. I swung once more, hitting him in the back once more and kicked him in the stomach a second later. He swayed back and forth in pain and then fell to the ground, writhing. Absolutely beautiful. I could feel myself going hard watching his helplessness. But I wanted—needed—more.

I tied the chains around my squirming prey—tighter and tighter around his arms, legs and his manhood. I would not allow him to cum before me. He howled as I tied the chains around his manhood even tighter. Perhaps it would fall off if I left the chains there, I thought, licking my lips. I turned to my cat once again, gazing at my work of art in pleasure. His wet clothing stuck to his skin, revealing the muscles that strained against the chains.

As I raised my cat o' nine tails, Hayate averted his eyes, bracing himself. I would show him no mercy. The whip hit his wet clothes, tearing them. Hayate muffled his cry. I frowned. I wanted to hear his cries of agony, his torment. I wanted engrave my anger on his back.

I continued to whip him, one stroke after another, until his skin cracked and oozed. His cries became shriller until they reached a crescendo of agony. I smiled and reached out to stroke his wounds. I loosened the chains I had tied around his manhood. As expected, he was hardening fast. I grabbed his manhood and gently stroked its length, before moving down to grab his balls. I squeezed hard and dug my nails into his sensitive sacs.

He cried out in an almost feminine squeal that sent shivers down my spine. I dug into his second sac, and watched in glee as he bent backwards—rain, blood and sweat streaming down his chest to his abdomen. I tore off his wet clothes and ran my hand down the length of his body. His muscles tensed far more quickly than usual and I felt the fire in my body move between my legs.

I would make him mine again. I licked his chest and tasted the salt water mixed with his cold sweat. I groaned in pleasure and continued to taste the rest of his body. I bit down hard when I reached the muscles of his abdomen. The way his entire body clenched, and then released when I released my hold was simply stunning.

I untied the rest of the chains, moaning in pleasure at the marks the chains had left in his skin. The red, deep marks mirrored the bite marks I had left in his skin. My creation. Mine alone.

"Forgive me," Hayate breathed as I spread his legs apart. Though he was wet everywhere else, his entrance was dry. And I was not about to lubricate it for him. He would receive me as he was—he deserved no better.

"Say my name," I commanded.

"Sasame," he pleaded, ready to receive me. I smiled, but as I descended into him, all I could see was the face of the damned cabin boy. I pounded harder and harder as Hayate's cries became sharper and shriller. I pinned him to the ground, digging my nails into his arms until he bled. This was his punishment for the way he had treated that boy.

"Sasame, please stop," he pleaded, his breath ragged. He looked up at me with an expression that made me pause. I felt anger spreading across my features. I looked down at Hayate and saw that his entrance was spewing blood.

I pulled out and gazed at the figure below me. I was looking at a man with dark hair who became a boy with white hair. The boy's eyes were blank and accusing, his mouth sore from exertion. The boy was crying, bleeding, pleading and trembling. Rivulets of liquid flowed down his face. I wanted to crush that boy. I wanted to choke him to stop his whining. It was damned annoying. I placed my hands on his neck to strangle him. I wanted him to stop breathing, stop speaking. I felt my own throat constrict and my vision became blurry. I was fading…

Warm arms were around me. I shivered and drew closer to the warmth. It felt so comfortable—so safe…

"No…no…no," I moaned and felt wet streaks on my face. I looked up at the figure that held me. Those warm, gentle eyes. They were mine and mine alone. I reached up and stroked his hair and kissed him gently on the lip where I had bit him. He gazed at me, his eyes trusting and forgiving, open to my every inspection.

"I'm here. I'm here for you, and you alone," he murmured into my ear, as his hands worked their way down between my legs. He was more gentle than usual, kissing my skin lightly as his hands worked their wonders below.

I felt myself twist towards his body, my breathing becoming more ragged as his hands continued to stroke my length. His long blue hair was loose, tracing lines in my skin. I reached out to his hair and ran my hands through their wet and soft length. I caught the end of his hair and kissed it, breathing in his smell.

I felt myself fill with a warmth that was soothing. I growled in pleasure, as his lips tasted my body, lightly nipping me. As his tongue played with my nipples, I convulsed uncontrollably.

"Sasame," he murmured.

I felt him enter me and moaned as his length fulfilled me. I held him close, burying myself in his scent as he moved around—in and out, at first slow. He gradually sped up until we were both moaning in unison.

As we climaxed I felt an insane glee that Hayate was truly mine. No whelp of a boy could take him away, especially not from me. I would destroy every bit of that boy and erase him from my memories. I grinned into Hayate's chest as I contemplated how I would slaughter that insolent cabin boy.