Seto stretched out on the long couch in his stateroom on the airship. It would be some time before he would duel in his semi-final match, so he decided to take Mokuba's advice and try to get some sleep. He yawned loudly as his brother entered the room.
"Is everything alright, Mokuba? No problems?" he asked sleepily.
"None so far, everyone is settled into their rooms. The flight crew says we're a little heavier than expected, but it's nothing out of specs."
Seto nodded his understanding.
"Gonna try to get a nap?" Mokuba asked.
"Maybe."
"You should. I know you've been forcing yourself to stay up the last few weeks. It's not good for you, Seto."
Seto chuckled, wondering just how much of his actions his little brother would classify as such.
"Hey, can you get me my phone? I don't know if I can get up." His body felt leaden, heavy with weariness. Mokuba retrieved the small black box from the table across the room he and his brother would now have to share given the extra passengers. The black screen lit up as a message flashed across it.
"When did you get an Instagram?" Mokuba asked, accessing the phone out of curiosity. Seto's eyes sprung open and he sat up suddenly.
"Give me that." he reached out to snatch the device from his brother's hands. But Mokuba was too fast and he scurried to the far end of the couch, away from his brother's grasp.
"Answer the question, Seto." Mokuba stared him down.
"I don't know, a few weeks ago or something?" He reached out angrily for the phone, but Mokuba skirted away from him. Seto fell from the couch as he overextended his reach.
"What kind of stuff do you post on here?" Mokuba asked, as he opened the application. He frowned as he looked at his brother's blank profile. "Seto, you do know that this is an app for sharing pictures and stuff, right?"
"Yes. But I hate sharing stuff on social media." Seto said as he picked himself up off the floor.
"Then why do you have it?" Mokuba scrolled through images that showed up on the home screen. His eyes grew wide as he came across a photo of him with Yugi and Umi. Mokuba looked at his brother. "You're stalking Yugi's sister." He laughed. Seto felt his cheeks burning as he finally snatched the phone from his brother.
"I am not." he said, pouting. "I'm just... keeping an ear to the ground, you know, in case things take a turn for the worse with her." He scrolled through the pictures until he came to the most recent one: A stack of plastic boxes in the corner of an empty room. The caption read, "A tower full of memories, ready to be stored away. An empty room is so lonely." He sighed before putting the phone to sleep and collapsing on the couch once more.
"Right, Seto. Then why is she the only person you follow? I mean, I have an account. You could follow me too."
"Why would I want to do that?"
Mokuba rolled his eyes as he took a seat at the table to have dinner. A few minutes later, he looked over at his brother to find him fast asleep on the couch. Seto's phone was dangling precariously from his hand. Mokuba rescued the device from an imminent impact and unlocked it. He quickly found his way back into Seto's Instagram account and looked through the feed filled with Umi's life.
"Freaking stalker." he muttered, as image after image scrolled by filled with the same face. "Won't follow his own brother... jerk." Mokuba activated the camera on the phone and sat on the floor next to his sleeping brother's face. "Smile, Seto." he said as he snapped the selfie. He posted the image without hesitation, only slightly annoyed that Seto did not have the decency of being an open-mouthed sleeper.
"Getting a little rest in before the hashtag battle city tourney semis! Shout out to the best, most amazing little brother in the world for the pic! Hashtag 190 IQ and can't figure out Insta" Mokuba quoted as he typed in the caption. A self-satisfied little smile danced on his lips as he put the phone on the charging pad and got some rest himself.
Umi sat on the couch in the now empty living room texting Christa and Terese when her keeper summoned her. She hurried to his call as she was certain there would be trouble for not obeying him the night before. She was surprised he did not mention anything about her disobedience. He simply made her pleasure him as he did every morning, only he wanted more than the simple blow job he normally requested.
"It's Saturday, after all. It's not like you have school." He said roughly as he kissed her neck and his hands slithered underneath her t-shirt and across her belly. He pulled her back against him as one hand caressed her breasts and the other traveled to her sex. "I do, however, have to go to work, so you better hurry up." He sucked at the tender spot where her shoulder met her neck. The action sent an involuntary shiver through her body. She hated that he had discovered such a spot, but it made it easier to cope with his wantonness when she had her own arousal to sate. Her phone slipped underneath a side table as he pushed her against the couch for an early morning fucking.
She lay there a mixture of emotions as he left for work. Physically, she was relieved, but she was also disgusted with herself for feeling any sort of pleasure at the release. She hated to admit it, but she had grown accustomed to the daily sex. She did not hate having sex per se; the act itself was not terrible and she imagined it would be quite nice with the right person. She just knew that he was not the right person, for any number of reasons. Still, she convinced herself, the situation was not so bad. She even thought that she might be able to grow to care for him-especially after seeing a softer side as he reminisced the night before.
The message notification on her phone startled her out of her ruminations. Umi scurried around on the floor looking for her phone. She saw several missed messages from her friends asking what had happened or where she ran off to. She texted them back quickly, apologizing for having to do her chores. When she told them that she was home alone for the day, her friends invited themselves over.
"Umi, I've been meaning to ask you, but I keep forgetting. Who is that 'blueeyesduelmaster' person that follows you in Instagram?" Terese asked as they sat in the kitchen making cookies, or rather, eating the raw cookie dough straight from the fridge. Umi pulled up the app on her phone and quickly found the name among her followers. She clicked on the profile and found nothing. It was completely empty aside from the name and the fact that they followed her.
"Huh. I have no idea."
"They've liked every single one of your images." Terese noted. As she scrolled through her own profile, Umi found her to be telling the truth. She chewed her lip nervously.
"Just what I need, a stalker." Umi muttered. She already had to live with her rapist, she really did not want to have to deal with a stalker as well. She went back to their profile to find that it was no longer empty. A single photo sat in their-no, his feed. It was a young man sleeping on a couch with a familiar looking kid grinning in front of him. It was obvious that the kid had taken and posted the picture. Umi grinned as she realized why the kid seemed familiar. She showed the image to Christa and Terese.
"Remember when I told you my brother came to visit me?"
"Yeah, you said he couldn't stay long because he had borrowed a friend's jet? What kind of friends does your brother have that have their own jet?" Christa asked as she sliced another chunk of cookie dough from the roll.
"I can't believe you didn't invite me to dinner with him." Terese lamented. Umi ignored her.
"He apparently has this kind. The kid is Mokuba Kaiba." She pointed to the grinning pre-teen.
"Kaiba as in Seto Kaiba, the guy you've been obsessing over for like the last year?" Christa leaned in for a closer look at the image. Her eyes widened as she looked closely at the sleeping figure's face. "That's him, isn't it? I feel like I would know him anywhere from all the articles and stuff about him Josh posts."
"Indeed it is." Despite her earlier feelings of disgust and shame, Umi now felt elated. She felt as if the tragedy of the last year had been washed away with the simple knowledge that he had sought her out. Yugi had told her that he had not remembered her, but as she pressed the follow button, she felt that there was some part of him that might recall their connection. She looked at his sleeping face and wanted to brush the hair out of his eyes, to caress his cheek and kiss his lips. She wished it was him that demanded her body every night.
The girls spent the rest of the day watching movies and chatting in the way they used to before Umi's life was turned upside down. When her keeper returned in the late afternoon, his presence scattered her friends to the wind. They had told her that he had made them uncomfortable earlier in the day. Umi understood their feelings, but could not admit her own discomfort. Not in words anyway. She was sure that they could tell, though.
"What were they doing here?" he asked, accusingly as he watched them scurry down the street toward the bus stop. "I told you that I don't want you having company without me here." His eyes were blazing as he turned on her. She shrank back into the couch where she had enjoyed such a lovely day with her friends. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her to her bedroom.
"You know why you can't have company, right?" He threw her onto the bed and slipped the bindings over her wrists. He pulled the ropes tightly, until it dug into her skin. "We can't have anyone finding out about our little venture, here." He set up the camera and tripod and began filming as he forced himself on her without any of the preamble from the morning's session. The ropes rubbed her wrists as raw as her soul as he fucked her well into the night. He had discovered new and creative ways to hurt her without leaving additional marks and each time he tried something new that night, she called out for her brother's comfort, but was met with silence. Umi tried to remind herself that he was fighting his own battles. Out of desperation, Umi called for Neferet's assistance. despite their earlier argument, Neferet was quick to comfort Umi through the ordeal. With each new cry of pain, Umi wondered if accepting her destiny and forgetting her dreams would be for the best.
As her keeper finally spent himself on her, spreading his sticky fluid across her face, he whispered to her.
"Tomorrow, you're going to have something really special."
He pushed himself off of her and retrieved the camera. He loosened her bindings and left her alone in the room. Neferet's voice soothed her as she wept out of humiliation and fear of what would happen tomorrow.
Seto's dreams were layered with unfamiliar faces and locales. Desert sand swept through his mind as he strode through the sun. A golden staff was gripped tightly in his hand as he faced a large shadowy cloud that billowed like a sandstorm. His mind wanted to believe that it simply was a storm, but he could feel in his heart that it was more, much more. Flanking him were familiar faces, though he could not put names to them. As they stood arrayed against the coming storm, he called upon his companion, his lover and a brilliant white dragon appeared behind him. He felt an ache as he looked at it, a deep sadness that he could not identify as anything other than grief. The dragon roared a challenge from behind him as the darkness approached. He squinted to look more closely at the darkness, trying to identify any sort of pattern when a pair of fearful green eyes set in a delicate, regal face appeared to break the surface before falling once more into the darkness.
Seto sat up with a start. It was her face, he was sure of it. He frantically searched for his phone and pictures of her before the dream memory faded, but by the time he found what he was looking for, it was too late. The dream was just a vague memory of a vague memory, and it barely felt real at all. Seto skimmed through her images hoping to spark some additional recollection, but all he saw were a few new images of her with her friends and the notification that she had followed him back. His heart stopped for a moment at the simple statement 'greeneyedasian started following you'. And then he noticed the picture that Mokuba had posted of him sleeping. He sighed and threw a pillow at his brother, but missed wildly. He looked at the new images that graced his phone once more and felt a jolt as a memory clicked into place. It was a strange feeling and one that he had not felt in a long time as the memory of seeing her in the lobby of Industrial Illusions came alive in his mind.
"We have met before, or at least we've seen each other before." he muttered to himself as he looked at her smiling face. He shook his head and turned off his phone. He needed to focus. The second stage of the tournament would start soon and he would need to be ready. He hoped to get a glimpse of the third God Card-the Winged Dragon of Ra before too long, and he would need all his wits about him if he was to prevail.
Duelists had been falling one by one and Yugi was terrified. He would not let his fear stop him. He needed to help the Pharaoh and save the world, but he would be lying if he said that it would be easy. He felt a growing sense of loneliness and dread as his friends succumbed to the shadows. First Joey had nearly died from a lightning strike brought forth by the fake Marik. Then Mai had been tortured and her soul stripped from her body as the real Marik made himself known. And now Bakura was missing. He needed comfort and to be told that everything was going to be alright. He did not care if it was a lie or not, he just needed the reassurance. He paced the room as he tried to calm himself.
Even his Other Self, no the Pharaoh, he corrected felt the weight of their task. He felt as anxious as Yugi felt. And everyone was so preoccupied with all that had happened that he felt no one even saw him. He reached out, looking for his sister. He could always count on Umi to get him straight, or at least he could before. And he needed her now. He wished again that she had returned with him and that she was with him now. Touching her mind, he felt the angry arousal that had become so commonplace with her as of late. He sighed and backed away, not wanting to be swept up in her emotions again. Her emotional state was but one more thing worrying him, but he had to put it to the side for now. There were bigger battles to fight. Umi's would have to wait.
"I'm sorry, Partner. I would not have dragged you into this if I could have avoided it."
Yugi knew in his heart that what the Pharaoh said was true, but there was not choice. They shared his body, so whatever happened to the Pharaoh would happen to him. He was a little unnerved by the threats against his life. He did not want to die, not yet, not for a long time, and preferably not until after he finally worked up the courage to ask Tea out. He had to trust that the Pharaoh would do all that he could to protect him and the body they shared.
"It's alright. We're in this together, no matter what."
He felt a ripple of confidence from the Pharaoh's spirit. It made him feel slightly better to know that they had each other.
"We'll get the job done, Pharaoh. We'll get your memories back and stop the darkness that Ishizu said is coming. Everything will be fine. You'll see." But Yugi felt the hollowness of his words.
"You don't seem to believe that."
Yugi chuckled mirthlessly.
"I'm trying, Pharaoh, but so many people have gotten hurt already."
"But there's more on your mind than just the tournament." Yugi was frustrated with how astute his Other Self... no the Pharaoh, he corrected again, was when it came to his emotions. It was almost like having another Umi in his head all the time, only one that was less familiar with the modern world and customs. He was also far more awkward about things than Umi ever was.
"Yeah, I'm still worried about Umi."
"After the tournament, we'll get her back."
"If we're still alive."
"We will be."
"I wish I had your confidence." He felt the spirit grin. "She feels angry all the time and it's disconcerting."
"You get anger from her? I feel... something else." Since they had blended their spirits together to reach her the day their mother died, the Pharaoh had told him that he occasionally felt Umi's presence with him, like she was connecting to the both. Yugi sighed as he rubbed his eyes. He should probably try to rest while he waited, but his anxiety was too much.
"It feels like that time on the roof of the school." the spirit continued. "Like she's..." he trailed off, rippling in embarrassment.
"It feels like she's having sex, but she's always angry about it." Yugi collapsed onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. "I can't prove it, but I think he's raping her." Giving the thought voice sent a shiver down his spine. Even the Pharaoh's spirit grew cold at the thought. "What's even more frustrating is that she's just letting it happen." He reached out to her once more and felt her anger and shame radiating through the distance. "I always thought she was strong, too strong to let something like this happen." he murmured as he wiped tears from his face.
"We will get her back. We will stop him, Partner. I promise."
"Yeah, well, first we have to get through Marik and that God Card." Yugi stood, his impatience and anxiety making it very difficult to sit still. He went to the med bay. All of his friends were gathered there, standing watch over Mai. He caught Tea's eye as he entered. She smiled sadly at him as he beckoned her to come with him.
"What's up, Yugi?" She looked at him curiously as she leaned against the corridor wall.
"I just... I just wanted to talk. I couldn't rest. I'm too anxious."
"About what?" She asked. She was watching him intently as she recognized now the difference between the Yugi standing before her-her friend of many years, and the Yugi that stood on the dueling platform, the one inhabited by the spirit of the Pharaoh. She thought it strange that she could feel so differently for them, despite their physical sameness. This Yugi slouched more and was turned more inward, was less outgoing and more anxious. She knew that if he stood up straight, he would be the same height as the other Yugi, but he always seemed much smaller.
"All of this. It's too much." She heard the stress in his voice. She pulled him tightly against her, not caring as his head rested against her shoulder, her breast. She had not expected her heart to beat so fast as he wrapped his arms around her back. His shoulders shook slightly as the stress washed over him. She held him more tightly.
"Thank you." he whispered, lifting his head from her chest and looking up into her azure eyes. She felt her heart skip a beat as he gazed at her. She had always thought that the other Yugi was somehow more than the Yugi that stood before her, but something about his vulnerability drew her in.
"You looked like you needed it." She was reluctant to take her hands from his shoulders, just as he did not want to seem to let go of her waist. The sound of the door sliding open next to them made them jump apart. When she glanced at him, she saw a blush on his cheeks that she felt also on her own. Tristan looked at them as he walked out of the room.
"We should probably check on Mai." She suggested. Yugi nodded and followed her through the opening, though he wanted to stay with her, alone, wrapped in her arms. He smiled at the memory of how quickly her heart had beat. They discovered that Mai was the same as she had been. The Pharaoh suggested that she may never wake up, and that at the very least, it would require the defeat of the one who put her there, though he was also quick to admit that he was not certain about any of this and was making assumptions based on what had happened with Pegasus.
"We have to succeed, Other Me." he said to the spirit.
"We will."
Yugi still worried about the outcome, but he now felt more confident in their chances. He looked forward on the path set out for him. He would likely have to face many challenges, but he had to stop the madness Marik had brought. And he would. He would stop him, collect his God Card, and Kaiba's and help his Other Self unlock his power and find his purpose.
He only hoped that his sister could hold out long enough for him to do so.
Umi awoke to her keeper having his way with her as she slept. Upon seeing that she was awake, he thrust his cock between her lips and let himself loose.
"Enjoy your protein shake." he said as the throes of passion subsided and she wiped some of the sticky fluid from her lips. She glared up at him as she fought back her desire to vomit from the smell of him.
"You have a special day today." he said, forcing her to meet his eyes.
"What is so special about it?"
"I have some people coming over." Umi felt her blood run cold. "You're going to help me out with them. It's just a little get together, but I'd like you to be there. One of the guests is a photographer who's been dying to find a young Japanese model for some of his work."
"And just what did you want me to do at this party?"
"The same thing I always expect of you, Umi. Just do as you're told." he smiled at her. "And if you want to be his model, you might want to show how pretty you can look."
"If he wants a Japanese model, he should go to Japan."
"Aww, don't be like that. It might be fun." her keeper tried to cajole her. "Other than that, you'll just be serving drinks and bring out food, that sort of thing." Umi looked at him skeptically. "Oh, you have a kimono, right?" She nodded. "You haven't packed it up yet, have you?"
"No, I've only gotten through the living room so far."
"Excellent. Why don't you wear it?" he suggested.
"I'm not sure it still fits properly. I got it when I was thirteen."
"I'm sure it will be fine. Just go put it on. After you shower." He pushed her naked body toward the bathroom.
As the hot water ran over her body, Umi felt a shock through her heart. Events happening across the ocean pulled at her.
"Another one has come forth." Neferet explained to her unasked question. "You can feel them, can't you? The Gods?"
Umi nodded. Neferet had explained that there were three to which she had been bound, and from whom she could draw power in the ancient past. Umi had felt more than three shocks since the first one had been called, but there had only been three types, or flavors.
"They will rampage out of control unless you stop them." the ancient spirit said, but Umi was not so certain. Each shock had been terrifying, to be certain, but she felt control behind the presence of the Gods. They were responding to commands. Neferet dismissed Umi's feelings on the matter.
"You do not understand. Do you think a bunch of men can control the Gods? They try and they fail, and when they fail, entire civilizations crumble. You must learn to control them. You must call them to you." Umi sighed as the spirit railed at her. She finished her shower quickly, but the stream of commands from the spirit queen continued. It continued as she searched through her things for the old kimono. The more Neferet spoke to her of the failings of men as they enter the realm of gods, the more Umi wished she had never met the spirit. She slipped into the kimono and frowned as she tried to close it. It barely closed over her chest. She tried to pull it more tightly, but as she did so, the bottom of it gaped obscenely. She groaned as she held the garment closed and called her keeper.
"I can't wear this." she said, showing him how the kimono was too small in the bust. "I was much smaller when I got it. If I pull the top closed, then it opens up the bottom."
"Show me." he said, looking her over with an appraising eye. She forced the kimono to close over her ample bust as it spread open from her waist down.
"See, it doesn't fit." He looked at it again as she partially exposed her bosom to cover her crotch. "Maybe I could try to bind them? Make myself smaller on the top?"
His eyes fell on the exposed cleavage.
"You should just wear it like that." He trailed a finger along the exposed skin. Umi flushed and sputtered.
"But it's obscene! It's wrong. And you said we were having guests."
"It's not obscene. You're wearing far more than you would to the beach. The guests won't care if it's wrong, they will just be impressed by how lovely you look in it. Now go finish getting ready."
She relented at his command and fastened her pre-tied obi. She pulled her hair up into a loose bun and added a few decorations that she had gotten at the last summer festival she had attended. She was finishing up when the first guests arrived and her keeper called her to come greet them. She walked daintily and bowed to the three men who had come into the house. One middle-aged man carried a large black bag. He was accompanied by another, slightly younger, middle-aged man and a young man who looked to be in his mid-twenties. They greeted her, showering praise upon her appearance, calling her 'beauty', 'goddess', and 'lovely girl'. They seemed more formal as the greeted her keeper. She was sent to the kitchen to prepare drinks for the men as they talked in the living room. She had been uncertain of her keeper's request for sake, but she did as commanded. She carried a tray nervously as she brought the refreshments. She overheard them discussing the price of something as she entered, but the conversation quickly shifted back to her beauty.
"I can't wait to get some shots of you." the man who had come in with the black bag said, covering her hands in his as she passed him a cup. She smiled shyly and looked away. She saw him lick his lips out of the corner of her eye as she passed a cup to the youngest of the bunch. The bag man sipped his drink before setting it on the table and pulling a large, expensive camera out from the bag. He snapped a few shots of her serving drinks as the men talked. She stood to return to the kitchen when her keeper told her to stay. She nodded and knelt near the coffee table, the tray laying across her lap. The men talked and laughed. The cameraman described some of the photos he wanted to capture.
"Shall we get to it then?" her keeper suggested as they finished their drinks. Umi began to collect the cups and flask onto the tray, but the cameraman stopped her.
"No need for that now. We're getting to work." She put the tray onto the table. "Actually, go ahead and pick up the tray. Come in like you did before." He said. She did as asked while the cameraman took several shots from various angles, ordering her to stop and hold still occasionally as he moved around her like a fly. He sat on the couch across the coffee table from her and ordered her to place the tray on the table. He stopped her as she tried to kneel down.
"No, bend over."
Umi blushed at the command, knowing that her kimono would gap open and further expose her breasts, but she did as she was told.
"Perfect." he said as the camera shutter sounded several times. "Now act like you are pouring a drink." He corrected her as she went to kneel once more. "Do it standing." She mimed pouring sake into the tiny cup. She stiffened as she felt hands on her shoulders and then lips on her neck.
"It's alright." the young man whispered in her ear before nibbling on her earlobe. "It's just for the pictures." The shutter sounded as rapidly as Umi's heart raced. He talked softly to her, asking her about the garment she wore as he stood behind her. She answered him just as softly, her face turning toward him.
"Perfect." The cameraman muttered.
The young man asked her about the obi and how it was tied. She admitted that it was a pre-tied obi and that the bow portion was detachable. She felt him fiddle with the bow and remove it.
"Oh, I see. Well that is ingenious." his soft voice held a touch of wonder. "So how does the obi stay on?" The camera sounded rapidly as they talked.
"It's just some snaps in the back." She felt his hands slide over her back to the obi and then with a small yank, he had pulled the obi opened. Umi dropped the cup and flask at the sound. The kimono loosened slightly, slipping open just a touch. The cameraman continued taking pictures as he licked his lips.
"Give me just a little more. Can you slide it off of her shoulder?" he asked the younger man. Umi blushed heavily as the young man slid his hands over her back and his fingers brushed her skin as he opened the kimono just enough for it to slip off of one of her shoulders. Umi looked around panicked as her hands tried to pull the garment closed over her nearly bare breasts. Her keeper and the other man were nowhere to be seen.
"Oh, come on, beautiful. We are making art here." The cameraman cajoled as he continued shooting pictures and the young man slowly disrobed her. Umi's heart and mind raced as she struggled to find a way out of the young mans' grip. She tried to pull away from him, but he held her fast and pulled her more tightly against him. She felt his erection prodding the back of her as he pulled her close. She froze as he slipped the garment from her arms, baring her flesh to the world as seen through the camera lens. His lips were cold and wet against her skin as he nipped and kissed her goose-pimpled flesh.
"Whatever he does, just keep looking at me, Sweetheart." the cameraman commanded as the young man's hands danced across her belly and breasts. He cupped them in his hands, squeezing them and flicking at her nipples. She could not control the moan that erupted from her lips, but she kept her eyes locked on the camera as its shutter sounded repeatedly. Holding one breast, his other hand slid down between her legs. He lifted one of her legs over his and took her weight against him as he spread her sex wide and slipped his fingers within. Her eyes slid shut as he worked his fingers over her sex.
"Eyes on me, Doll."
Her eyes snapped open at the command. She fought to keep them open and focused as hands worked over her body, touching and twisting, tuning her like an fine instrument.
"Can I fuck her yet?" the voice by her ear asked. Her mind cried out 'no', but she moaned as he hit just the right spot with his fingers.
"Yeah, go ahead, but remember the boss wants to be able to see everything."
"Got it." When he pulled her to the floor and into his lap, she realized that he had already freed himself from the confines of his trousers. His dick was hard and large-bigger than her keepers, as he settled her onto it. His fingers spread her lips and rubbed her nub, sending waves of pleasure through her as he thrust into her wet pussy. She abandoned her struggle to keep her eyes on the cameraman and threw her head back in ecstasy. She barely heard the sound of the shutter as cries of pleasure erupted from her throat. He kept whispering in her ear, asking her if she liked his dick, if she wanted it deep, or fast or rough, prompting her for a passion filled response each time.
"Excellent. Now, put her on her knees." the cameraman commanded. The young man stopped his thrusting long enough to put her on her hands and knees. Umi barely registered the video camera as he thrust into her once more. She cried out again as he pounded her from behind, her breast bouncing, nipples barely brushing against the stiff carpet sending waves of pleasure through her body. His hand gripped her hair, pulling her face up toward the camera as he used his other hand to finger her nub. She felt herself explode as her body demanded release. But he did not relent. In response to her climax, he flipped her onto her back and continued his thrusting.
"Looks like fun." the third man noted as he rejoined them in the living room. Umi looked up from the floor only to see that her keeper stood against the wall watching with what looked like glee. She felt a cold anger settle through her mind, but it was eclipsed by the physical sensations the young man's touch elicited. Eventually, he tired. He pulled her up to her knees once more and stood over her. She looked up at him as he pushed his large cock between her lips and to the back of her throat. He pumped lightly between her lips before she took control of the act in order to avoid vomiting. She was surprised as he pulled himself away before his release, only to be even more surprised as his sticky cream splattered across her face. She looked up at him, stunned.
"Beautiful. Perfect." the cameraman said. "I could not have staged it better with an experienced actress." The cameraman handed her a towel and she wiped her face. She looked at each of the men in turn, but they had fallen into conversation with each other, leaving her naked and alone of the floor. As Umi cleaned herself, she was awash in shame and disgust.
"Umi." her keeper called to her. She jumped at his command. "Go get us some more drinks." She bent down to grab her kimono when the third man took it from her hands.
"You won't need that." he said with a predatory smile. She felt a rush of fear as his gaze travelled over her. She let go of the robe. "Now, go on." he motioned for her to scurry away. He slapped her on the rear as she turned. She glanced angrily over her shoulder only to be struck down by his animalistic gaze. She hurried to the kitchen for more drinks. When she returned, the four men were deep in conversation about her future. The third man pulled her into his lap and fondled her as they talked.
"This was more successful than I imagined." the cameraman said. "I got some great stuff. We should be able to upload the pictures by tomorrow and the video no later than the end of the week. Depends on how much other work the boss has."
"And her age, what is it, Doll? Sixteen?" the third man asked. Umi nodded. "It will definitely be a selling point for many clients. There is an entire group who fetishize Japanese girls her age."
"Yeah, that's why I came to you." her keeper said. "I heard you could get someone like her to the right people."
The third man's hands were rough on her skin.
"Indeed. In fact, I have just the debut for her. I will send you the details later once everything is worked out. But for now, I'm going to have a taste of our new acquisition." The third man picked her up and carried her to a bedroom. He pressed her into the bed as he forced himself on her.
It was several hours-and several men, later when her keeper woke her from a dreamless sleep.
"You did well." he said, smiling. She looked up at him sleepily. The rest of the day was a blur of hands and mouths and cocks. She was exhausted and sore. "Are you hungry?" he asked, putting his own cock to her lips. She was starving, but she knew that he would not take no for an answer. "I'll order in whatever you want." Her motions were slow and sleepy and ineffective. He eventually straddled her chest as he had before and thrust himself into her mouth until he came. He held his cock in her mouth until she swallowed. Once she had, he sat her up. He gave her a pill and a glass of water. She was on birth control, but he had made her take additional protection.
"What did he mean? New acquisition?" she asked as she found her voice.
"Oh, that. It's nothing. Just that you're going to have to do some work for him every so often. It's just like having a job is all."
"What kind of work?" she took another sip of water.
"Whatever kind needs doing."
The cold anger in the pit of her stomach flared once more.
"Now get some rest."
Umi tried to close her eyes and rest, but she could only see the camera and the faces of the men who had raped her. She reached out for her brother to no avail.
"What the fuck is a twin bond good for if you can't even use it?" she asked rhetorically. Neferet's spirit cocooned itself around hers, trying to comfort and protect her from harm.
"A little late, Neferet." Umi muttered. Even her typical tricks of cloaking her mind with Neferet's memories had not been effective against the onslaught she had experienced. She could only speculate that their earlier argument was to blame. Umi felt the tears come quickly once she knew that she would no longer be bothered. She was still starving, but her body was so stiff that she could barely move.
"I am sorry, Umi. I will protect you better next time."
"You can't protect me with sweet fighting moves or anything like that, can you?" Umi knew the answer even as she asked. The ancient queen was skilled in many things, but fighting was not one of them. Umi was ready to fight back if she could. She would find another way to achieve her dreams. She could no longer accept that her body was not her own. She could no longer live with her decision and she feared that she would not be able to live with herself if she did not at least try to escape.
"Sadly, no."
"Well, then, I guess we will have to leave that up to me. Just find me an opening, Neferet."
"Does this mean you will follow your destiny, Umi?"
"I'm still not sure about that, but I have to take some sort of action. Otherwise I will not be able to live up to either my dreams or this so-called destiny."
She felt the spirit smile.
"Whatever works."
Umi and Neferet began plotting their escape. But before long, Umi slipped once more into unconsciousness.
"Do not worry, Umi. You are strong. You will survive this. And we will both be reborn stronger from our time in the shadows."