The sound of wood hitting wood echoed through the room followed by a scream of sheer pain. Never in her life had she felt anything so painful as when the small needle broke through her skin and left the first ink dot. It felt as if a burning hot needle was shoved into her back as deep as it would go.

Bankotsu pulled back when her spine shifted and looked up at his dark friend. He didn't really want to have her head stabilized; knowing how utterly helpless that made a being feel, but apparently he was going to have to. "Her head."

Naraku gave a curt nod and moved around to her head; kneeling down in front of her. He locked eyes with her tear fill browns and snorted. "If you were under the impression that this wasn't going to hurt you were sorely mistaken. However after time you will find it to be the most erotic thing you have ever felt." With that he stood up, pushed her head back down, and quickly strapped it into place.

Kagome could feel panic creeping up her spine forcing her to want to struggle against being bound so helplessly. However before she could make a single move against her bonds wood hitting wood sounded in her ears again causing her to cry out a second time when the sharp wooden needle entered her flesh.

Her eyes filled heavily with tears and fell to the floor with heavy abandon. She was being tortured and had no one to blame but herself for allowing him to do this to her; and she knew that if she told him to stop that she didn't want this he wouldn't listen. She had given this virtual stranger her trust and now she was paying the price for it.

Naraku closed his eyes and focused on the sound of the wood tapping stick hitting the wooden handle of the needle; it was the most exquisite sound he had ever heard and it was accompanied by the cries, whimpers, and sobs of the girl. It was a beautiful symphony of pure wicked pleasure; there was just one tune missing and that was a tune he was going to create himself.

He moved from her head down to her legs where he pulled apart the leg rests revealing her hidden center. A certain amount of torturous pleasure was needed to pull this delicate musical together and make it complete.

He placed his finger against her clit and began working it in slow circles; pulling a gasped cry from her pretty little throat. He continued to work her little nub slowly in rhythm with the clicking of wood against wood; only stopping when she was close to climax forcing her to whimper in pain or need he didn't know which but either way it was a lovely sound.

xx

Kagome lay there panting, tense, and exhausted by the time the last tap of the wood had finished for the night. She didn't know how long this had taken nor did she really care; she just wanted to curl up and go to sleep in her cozy little bed at home.

The sound of Velcro tearing apart sounded in her ears as her body was freed from the table's bindings. Strong arms lifted her up gently and placed her on her feet only to catch her again as her legs began to crumble from beneath her. The feel of cool silk cascaded down over her body before she was picked up and held against a broad hard chest.

She tried to focus on what was going on around her but found her eyes were much too tired to do more than fall closed in exhaustion. In the distance of her fading mind she could hear two deep voices conversing but couldn't make out what they were saying. She just wanted to wrap herself in the darkness of her mind and never leave.

Naraku looked down at the serene face of the girl in his arms and smirked as he carried her out if his shop. "Replenish your energy for you will need it for tomorrow." He whispered as he walked towards his car.

xx

Kagome shifted under the soft sheets and attempted to roll over; only to find she was unable to turn. Something was holding her in place causing her brows to knit together as she tired to figure out what was in her bed with her forcing her to remain on her right side.

Her arms were wrapped around something thick and soft; like a giant pillow, but where did it come from? She gave a small jerk of her arms in an attempt to release the thing she was wrapped around and immediately snapped her eyes open as she realized that her hands were cuffed to the wall.

She gave another small jerk trying to break free and found that they held fast. Panic crawled up her spine as her dark brows scanned what she could see of the room and quickly noted that she definitely wasn't in her room.

Midnight black satin sheets covered her body, black walls, black dresser, black frame around a giant mirror, and not a single window to speak of or one that she could see anyway. Suddenly the memory of the day before came back when her back suddenly stung her sharply from her frantic movements. "Naraku" She whispered with a voice laced thick with fear.

Was she in his house or were they still in his parlor? How did she come to be here anyway? The last thing she truly remembered was the painful stinging of a needle constantly breaking her skin and the feel of fingers molesting her until she wanted to scream in pleasure only to whimper when she was denied.

When she heard a door open she tried to twist her head all the way around to see who had come in only to wince when her neck popped from being forced to do something it wasn't intended to do; like turn a hundred and eighty degrees.

"You have finally awakened."

She knew that deep voice and didn't have to wait long to see the face that accompanied it. "Why am I handcuffed to the wall?" She tried to sound threatening and demanding and ended up sounding timid and fearful.

Naraku smirked as he produced the key to her cuffs. "I had to prevent you from sleeping on your back. It would do no good to ruin all of Bankotsu's hard work now would it?"

He released her from the wall and pulled her to her feet then turned her so that her back was to him. "Let's see how it looks." He grinned and began pulling the tape from her back; slowly revealing the large black section of the spider's thorax, which essentially looked like a big black oblong circle.

"I want to see." Kagome whispered as she tried to turn her head all the way around again.

Naraku pressed his lips into a thin firm line. He knew it was going to take awhile for it to take shape but he was anxious to have it done and done now. "There is nothing to see." He growled before he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into the bathroom.

Kagome stood in front of the mirror trying to look at the tattoo and could see nothing but a big black blotch right in the center of her back. "What is it supposed to be?"

Naraku didn't bother to respond as he pulled a towel out of the closet. "You must get ready. We only have a few hours until Bankotsu arrives at the studio."

She spun around to face him. "What? What time is it?"

"It is nearly three."

Her eyes went wide. "In the afternoon?" When he gave her a curt nod she began to panic. "Oh my God! Kenshi-san is going to fire me!"

Naraku grabbed her by the shoulders. "Be silent girl. Do not worry about your pathetic job as you will no longer be working there." He shoved her towards the bathtub. "Now cleanse yourself."

Kagome stared in shock at him and would have fought him on this but Kami did he scare her. That and she had no real spine to speak of to stand up for herself with. "Okay" She whispered meekly.

Naraku snorted then turned and swept from the room.

Kagome readied the water to a decent temperature and stepped into the warm water. It felt so good to have it rolling down her body and relax the tension in her shoulders. She slowly shampooed and conditioned her hair before taking the soft cloth, soaping it up, and wiping down her body; being careful of her back.

As the soapy cloth trailed over her bottom she suddenly remembered the black plug still stuck snuggly in her anal cavity. With a grit of her teeth and a small flinch she pulled the thing out and dropped it mindlessly to the bathtub floor. Her small ring of muscles flinched against the absence of the plug and she had the ghostly feeling of it still being there after nearly twenty-four hours of being stuck in her body.

She continued washing before climbing out of the tub and drying off. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror and shook her head before turning away. Why was someone like Naraku paying any mind to her? He was gorgeous, built like a tank, and enticingly dark; where she was plain and boring, no way was she in a league with him.

Naraku slid the door to the bathroom open and stared at the girl who was standing there with head downcast and towel draped around her waist. As he stared at her once again he was shocked at how perfectly shaped she was and with her long hair wet and spilling down her back as it was; he just had to wonder why she allowed herself to be so plain and dull. He cast his eyes to her downcast face and curled his lip.

This sad pathetic feel sorry for me display of hers was pissing him off immensely. She had no right to feel sorry for herself as she was a no one and nobodies had any right to anything as far as he was concerned. He walked into the bathroom, grabbed her by the wrist; forcing her to drop her towel, and pulled her from the room.

Kagome stumbled along behind him as he pulled her through the halls of his house and down a flight of stairs into the basement.

Once they were at the bottom he shoved her through a door and forced her to look at the long length of wood jutting out from the wall that was rounded off on the top edge. Her brows drew down as she stared at it; wondering why someone would stick a board to the wall in such a fashion.

Naraku put his lips next to her ear and smirked in a very deadly fashion. "You my dear are going for a ride." He then moved from her and plucked the handcuffs from the wall before returning to her and grabbing her wrists.

"What?" Kagome whispered in fear when she felt her hands being cuffed behind her back and flinched when it made the tender skin of her back shift.

He again leaned down next to her. "I have built this just for you. Do you not like it?" He whispered darkly as he pushed her towards the board.

"What is it?" She questioned still not sure as to exactly what it was.

"You will soon find out." He turned her to face him and began backing her up. "Up on your toes." He ordered as he lifted her up by her upper arms. Once she was up he pushed her back so that she was straddling the long length of wood. "Enjoy" He ordered as he moved to sit in the chair directly in front of her.

Kagome stared down at the piece of wood between her legs then glanced up to the dark man sitting in the chair. Common logic said that when she dropped off her toes that board was going to press harshly against her tender little center. "I don't want to do this." She chocked in a whisper.

"It matters not what you want. You will do anything I tell you to do." He stated knowingly. "I know own you and will do with you as I please."

Kagome locked stares with him as her eyes began to fill with tears. Oh how she wished she was in the bookstore merely reading about women who had to suffer trials; the fantasy world she could easily escape with a close of the book. However this… this was all too real and she quickly discovered how real it was when the muscles in her legs gave out forcing her to place her feet flat on the floor. With a hiss and a whimper she quickly went back up on her toes again.

Naraku grinned in pure pleasure when she dropped off her toes and smashed the tender flesh of her little clit against the rounded off piece of wood. It was a beautiful sight and he was going to enjoy seeing it over and over again.