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Chapter 08
0 reviewsKotaro is now Gogandantess' prisoner. What could the greatest swordsman of all demons have planned? Warnings for non-con and Gogandantess/Kotaro.
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Please see Chapter One for full disclaimers, warnings, and summaries.
Warnings: On top of the standard warnings that this fic features homosexual relationships, I must stress that THIS chapter contains minor NON CONSENTUAL activities. If that isn't your thing, then feel free to skip ahead.
PIMPAGE NOTE: Also, be sure to check out Chibishiva's Onimusha Yaoi LJ community!
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Lets all get together and talk some yaoi. I'm nosferatu_blue. Hope to see you there! ^_^
/Kotaro's POV/
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Enemy of my Enemy - Chapter 08
I must have lost consciousness, but whether that was from the overwhelming pain at the lack of care that Gogandantess showed me, or some spell on his part, I did not know. The first thing I noticed was that I was draped over something that was traveling over the water at an incredible speed. I lifted my head to see that Gogandantess had me on his lap as he maneuvered some sort of machine over the ocean.
"Oh, so you're finally awake." He said it with his usual grandiose way of speaking. "I'm so glad. I was worried that you were more damaged than I'd initially thought." I tried to say something, but felt so weak that I couldn't even draw enough breath to speak. "You should be happy," he continued, "at least one of you will make it to the ruins of the place of the Oni." I turned my head to look to where he was pointing, wincing at the pain as I saw an island appear out of the horizon of water. It was rocky and barren, with massive carvings cut into the rock that hung out over the water like some twisted monument. As we approached I had to look away. I couldn't bear to twist my head at such an odd angle for long. I let my head hang against a well-muscled thigh and watched the dark water rush past us.
The next time I opened my eyes I was lying on a bed. The pillows were piled high around me and I was wrapped up in furs and blankets. I stretched out my legs, poking my feet out from under the covers and reveled in the comfort. I felt my flesh brush across the soft fabric and suddenly I realized that I was naked. Where was my armour? I sat up, remembering the fight between Gogandantess and Magoichi and knew that wherever I was I should get out. Demons had a taste for human flesh and I didn't intend to let him eat me. "Did you sleep well?" the voice startled me and I turned my head towards its owner.
"Where am I?" I asked, looking at the oddly coloured demon sitting in a chair by the bed. I glanced around the room, quickly trying to locate my weapons, but could not see them. The room was sparsely furnished, with only a few torches for light, the bed and a fire roaring near the far wall. It didn't matter. I was still skilled at hand-to-hand fighting even though I knew he had a definite advantage in that area.
"You're in my chambers, of course," he said with a nod. "Magoichi did a good job healing you, but I'm afraid my patience is short when it comes to waiting for humans to heal on their own. I applied something a little more effective to you."
I looked down at my shoulder, suddenly aware of the lack of pain that I felt. The bandages that covered my shoulder were clean and free of any blood. My muscles felt wonderful and I tried moving my arm to see if it was true for the rest of me. There was something wrong with this picture. Why was Gogandantess healing me if he was just going to kill me? I cut my eyes back to him, keeping my glare in place, "What do you want?"
He laughed, "Why, you, of course!" He stood up from his seat and leaned over the bed, planting his hand beside me for balance to get even closer. I shrank back into the pillows, trying to get away from him as he loomed over me. "While there are many uses that I have for you, there is only one that I can think of at the moment. Do you know what that is?" His tongue snaked out of his mouth, impossibly long and slimy as he dragged it across my cheek. I closed my eyes and turned my head away. Even if I did have weapons, I knew they wouldn't do me any good. Magoichi had shot him without effect. I couldn't get out of this through fighting. Magoichi. Even while I began to panic under Gogandantess' hands my mind still wandered to him. How long had it been since we'd been separated? A few days, maybe? Even with the demons' magic it still would have taken a while to heal the wound in my shoulder. Would this have been enough time for him to find Jubei? Or would he have even found a way to get to this place? If he had, then he was close by! I tried to squirm away from Gogandantess' bulk as he leaned further over me and I quickly rolled over to the other side of the bed.
Once my feet hit the stone floor I had trouble standing. "What have you done to me?" I demanded, clutching to the side of the bed for balance.
"Oh, nothing yet," he said, stalking towards me with predatory grace. "I would imagine you're feeling weak because you haven't eaten for a few days."
I felt my skin prickle, goose bumps forming as the cool air washed over me and reminded me of just how naked I was. My muscles felt so weak as I tried to take a step. It seemed like a lifetime had passed since Magoichi had given me his remaining rations. So much had happened in the short time since then and now I was Gogandantess' prisoner, and soon enough his meal, or worse.
The white demon was nearly upon me, the look in his eyes showing his true intentions. I'd wanted to run the moment my feet hit the floor but I was trapped in his gaze as he descended upon me. It wasn't like the time that Magoichi had physically overpowered me and held me down as he'd taken advantage of me. I'd wanted him to do it then, even though I had been scared. No, this time was completely different. Gogandantess held me in place with only a look and I was terrified of what he'd do to me. No words would make him stop. I almost wished he would eat me and leave out the pain that he'd decided upon.
He stood dangerously close to me, looking down at me with eyes that smouldered with desire. I could feel myself begin to tremble as a gloved hand reached out to stroke my skin. I hated him. I hated myself for being so weak in front of him. It would get a lot worse than him touching me lightly and I steeled my resolve for what was to come. I raised my eyes to meet his, looking into those black pools with as much bravery as I could muster. He wouldn't feed on my fear so easily.
"My, my, such a brave look," he said, leaning in closer to me, his arms wrapping around my body and holding me close to him. "You know, there are some who would kill to be in your position." I felt his tongue lap up my neck before delving inside my ear. I stared straight ahead, my eyes unfocused as I fought the urge to shudder under his touch. If I reacted it would excite him, but it was torture to do nothing as I felt his breath in my ear and his gloved hands traveled over my body. "You know," he breathed, sending shivers up my spine. "When I'd first challenged Magoichi I'd had entirely other plans for you. " I felt his hand on my rear, a gloved finger tracing down the cleft, pushing in further. I clenched my jaw, fighting to remain impassive as he attempted to seduce me. "You would make quite the attractive demon, you know," he said, pressing the gloved finger against my entrance.
The intrusion helped draw me out of the haze I was slipping into, "What do you mean 'demon'?" Was it even possible for him to turn me into one of those monsters?
"Mmm, but I think I like you like this," he purred, cupping my face in his free hand. "At least for now." He leaned forward and forced his mouth onto mine as he continued to tease my ass. I tried to pull back, but his hands held me firm and I could only twist ineffectively as his tongue invaded my mouth, overwhelming my senses. He tasted like metal; cold and sharp, his teeth biting down on my lips, promising more if I fought back. I knew I shouldn't have, but I bit him as hard as I could. It was too much and I pushed against his chest, trying to get him away from me if only to show him that I didn't want this.
The hand was removed from my ass and he pulled his mouth from mine, a dangerous glint forming in his eyes as he looked down at me. "I must commend you," he said, his voice hinting at his anger. "Not too many humans can resist me," his mouth twisted into a grotesque sneer, "but you are pushing your luck!" He lifted me into the air and pushed me onto the bed. I fell on my back, my legs splaying out as I landed, leaving me open and vulnerable as he began to crawl on top of me. I clutched at the blankets for some purchase, trying to crawl backwards to get away from him as he straddled my legs. He held me down with such strength that I found it hard to breathe as he continued to push his hands into my chest. I stilled my struggles, knowing that if he pushed for much longer that I would lose consciousness, and that was something that I couldn't afford to let happen. Not while lust still burned so fiercely in his eyes.
"Oh, Kotaro," he said with a condescending tone. "You don't seem to understand the situation. You agreed to go with me if Magoichi lost, and he did." I already knew this, but did he really think that I'd just let him do whatever he wanted without a fight? "There are much more unpleasant things that I could do to you. Would you prefer it if I were to take you down to Guildenstern's laboratory? He's promised a technique that turns humans into genma, but I question the validity of his claims. He is very skilled at creating all forms of beast and monster, but I doubt that he could elevate something as lowly as human cattle into a demon." His eyes flashed with dangerous intent as they raked across my body. I could feel the weight of their gaze on me but did not dare to move. Not while he was talking of such things. "I'm sure that there are many other tests that he would love to try on you, but you belong to me and the only way he will get you is if I give you to him," he purred, his voice becoming softer and more seductive. "Do you understand?"
I nodded, feeling the lump in my throat suddenly very difficult to swallow. A cold sweat had broken out over my body and as much as I hated to do it, I relaxed my body to show him that I understood what he was saying. In his own twisted mind he probably thought he was being generous by offering rape over torture. The only reason I chose him was because I had some idea of what lay in store for me. Gogandantess seemed to have some code of honour that he stuck to, whereas the rumours that I'd heard of Guildenstern told me that I would be out of my mind to choose his hospitality. I shut my eyes tightly, tilting my head back to give the demon better access to my throat. I was shivering, but for once it wasn't because of the cold. My life was in his hands and that terrified me.
I felt his hand on my stomach, but it was different from before. The soft leather was gone and I felt the harder skin of his bare hand as it splayed out on me, dragging across to my side and up to my chest. I squeezed my eyes tighter, clenching my jaw to keep from whimpering and fighting to keep my breathing steady. He could do whatever he wanted but I wouldn't let him see how he was affecting me. I didn't want this. There was no way that I could want this but my body reacted to him anyways. My cheeks were burning with embarrassment when he reached down to rest his hand on my hardened length. I waited for him to move, but he didn't. That hand held me firmly as if it was waiting for something. After a few minutes I opened my eyes to see what he was waiting for.
"That's much better," he said the moment I looked at him. "I'd hate to think that you're imagining that I'm somebody else." He emphasized his words with a firm squeeze, sending a shiver down my spine and causing me to cry out. He tilted his head to the side, seeming to enjoy the sound I made and I quickly shut my mouth, biting my tongue to keep from opening it again. "Oh, Kotaro. Please don't keep your beautiful voice to yourself. I want to hear you enjoying this." He leaned down over me, his face inches from mine. His eyes were unreadable.
"What makes you think that I'd enjoy this?" I asked past clenched teeth as he stroked me again.
"Well, you don't have to enjoy it," he said, releasing me and seeming to think for a moment. "But, if that's the way you want it then I suppose it can't be helped." He climbed off the bed and turned to look at me, an aura of complete control surrounded him. "Get off the bed and help me remove my armour."
His voice was cold and deadly, holding no room for argument. It was not a request, but a command. I found my limbs obeying him, climbing off the bed, even in my hungry and weakened state. He didn't look at me as I approached him. Instead he ignored me as he waited for me to undress him so that he could continue to rape me. I reached out to feel along his breastplate, trying to find the latches that held it on. It was unnerving to be completely ignored when I was standing right in front of him. I still felt weak and when I finally removed his plate armour I found that it was too heavy for me to lift. It fell to the floor with a deafening clang and I snapped my head back up to him to gauge his reaction. I took a step back, legs shaking as I saw those dark eyes looking down on me with such distain. His lips curled up into a sneer and I took another step back. He was a demon. I don't know why I'd let myself become lulled into a false sense of security by all his pretty words and chivalrous behaviour. He was a demon and demons killed humans. I quickly bent down to try and lift the plates, not entirely sure where I'd put them, but I desperately wanted to get away from him at that moment.
His hand caught my wrist in a grip that caused me to cry out in pain. He lifted me to my feet, forcing me stand on the tips of my toes as he pulled my face closer to his. The silence between us was screaming at me and it was made worse by the fact that he didn't say anything. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the blow that was to come but he just held me there, scrutinizing me as I hung in the air. I cracked an eye open to see what he was doing and the moment I did I felt the back of his hand across my cheek.
He'd put his entire strength into the hit. I knew he had because I flew backwards onto the floor and tasted blood in my mouth. If he hadn't used his full strength then I was in trouble. I spat blood on the floor, rolling over only to see him bearing down on me. He flattened me on the floor, pressing a knee into my chest and I had to struggle to breathe. I frantically tried to push his knee away, looking up with wild eyes into his cold, calculating orbs. His hand drew back again and I braced for the hit, my cheek stinging when the skin tore under the blow. "Are you still enjoying this? I would hate to think that you would enjoy your time with me. Not when you made it so painfully clear that you don't want to," he hit me again. "Should I try harder then?" his voice was light and condescending and I wished he would sound angrier. I could live with a beating, but he had much more planned for me and the cold aura he exuded was what worried me the most.
He removed his knee from my chest and straddled my waist, reaching down and roughly flipping me over so that my face was pressed into the floor. I'd said I didn't want to enjoy this and he was going to make sure that I didn't! Tears began to slide down my cheeks when I heard him draw his sword behind me. The singing of the metal as it was freed of its sheath rang in my ears, nearly deafening the sounds of my own pleading for him to stop.
He pulled my hair, tilting my head painfully back as he brought his sword around my neck and pressed the blade against my throat. My pleas were silenced in that simple action and I let the tears slide silently down my cheeks.
"On your hands and knees." I struggled to obey, my hair still in his painful grip, keeping my throat next to his blade. Once I'd managed to raise my ass in the air he spread my legs, kneeling between them and forcing them even wider apart. A flick of his wrist had the flat of his blade pressed against my throat, still painful but without the fear of being decapitated. He released his grip on my hair and I felt his hand move to my ass. The blade against my neck kept me from moving away from his fingers as they spread me open. It was difficult to breathe and I bit my lip, tasting the blood that filled my mouth and I tried to ignore him as his fingers probed my entrance.
The blade against my throat held back most of my cries. Instead a gurgling sound was all I could manage as he roughly pushed a finger inside me. The blade pressed tighter against my throat and, for an instant, I hoped that it might kill me so that I wouldn't have to continue with the humiliation. Gogandantess seemed to know exactly what he was doing and always kept the blade firm against me, but not enough so that I could kill myself with it. I was trapped between the sword and the demon, and the demon was pushing his fingers further inside of me. I couldn't cry out and clenched my jaw in frustration, biting on my lip again. The pain was incredible and I began to see the world fading. He was pushing his fingers into me without anything to ease their passage. I might have been grateful that he was bothering to prepare me at all, but it was a humiliating torture in and of itself. I'd lost my erection long ago. There was nothing enjoyable about what he was doing to me. The room was eerily silent and I could hear the blood rushing past my ears as I felt myself begin to panic. I tried to lift an arm up to push the blade away from my throat. I'd die fighting if I had to, but I wouldn't submit to him anymore. I gripped the blade, pushing it away as best I could, but his fingers ripped out of me and his hand was buried in my hair again, pulling back as far as I could bend. I cried out, losing my grip on the blade and it was brought against my neck with even greater force. My vision began to fade even more as I was slowly strangled, his grip on my hair never loosening. If he would kill me then I could be free. I prayed that Magoichi would be able to find a way to Jubei, or at least find a way to the island. Here I was dying and again I could only think of that man. Images of him flashed past my mind's eye. I could feel his anger when Gogandantess had carried me away from him that last time. I could still hear his voice in my ears, commanding and rough and angrily demanding that Gogandantess let me go. I suddenly realized that we weren't alone and turned to see his frame standing in the doorway, pointing his gun at the demon, his eyes blazing with rage.
~End chapter eight~
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Warnings: On top of the standard warnings that this fic features homosexual relationships, I must stress that THIS chapter contains minor NON CONSENTUAL activities. If that isn't your thing, then feel free to skip ahead.
PIMPAGE NOTE: Also, be sure to check out Chibishiva's Onimusha Yaoi LJ community!
http://www.livejournal.com/community/onimusha_yaoi
Lets all get together and talk some yaoi. I'm nosferatu_blue. Hope to see you there! ^_^
/Kotaro's POV/
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Enemy of my Enemy - Chapter 08
I must have lost consciousness, but whether that was from the overwhelming pain at the lack of care that Gogandantess showed me, or some spell on his part, I did not know. The first thing I noticed was that I was draped over something that was traveling over the water at an incredible speed. I lifted my head to see that Gogandantess had me on his lap as he maneuvered some sort of machine over the ocean.
"Oh, so you're finally awake." He said it with his usual grandiose way of speaking. "I'm so glad. I was worried that you were more damaged than I'd initially thought." I tried to say something, but felt so weak that I couldn't even draw enough breath to speak. "You should be happy," he continued, "at least one of you will make it to the ruins of the place of the Oni." I turned my head to look to where he was pointing, wincing at the pain as I saw an island appear out of the horizon of water. It was rocky and barren, with massive carvings cut into the rock that hung out over the water like some twisted monument. As we approached I had to look away. I couldn't bear to twist my head at such an odd angle for long. I let my head hang against a well-muscled thigh and watched the dark water rush past us.
The next time I opened my eyes I was lying on a bed. The pillows were piled high around me and I was wrapped up in furs and blankets. I stretched out my legs, poking my feet out from under the covers and reveled in the comfort. I felt my flesh brush across the soft fabric and suddenly I realized that I was naked. Where was my armour? I sat up, remembering the fight between Gogandantess and Magoichi and knew that wherever I was I should get out. Demons had a taste for human flesh and I didn't intend to let him eat me. "Did you sleep well?" the voice startled me and I turned my head towards its owner.
"Where am I?" I asked, looking at the oddly coloured demon sitting in a chair by the bed. I glanced around the room, quickly trying to locate my weapons, but could not see them. The room was sparsely furnished, with only a few torches for light, the bed and a fire roaring near the far wall. It didn't matter. I was still skilled at hand-to-hand fighting even though I knew he had a definite advantage in that area.
"You're in my chambers, of course," he said with a nod. "Magoichi did a good job healing you, but I'm afraid my patience is short when it comes to waiting for humans to heal on their own. I applied something a little more effective to you."
I looked down at my shoulder, suddenly aware of the lack of pain that I felt. The bandages that covered my shoulder were clean and free of any blood. My muscles felt wonderful and I tried moving my arm to see if it was true for the rest of me. There was something wrong with this picture. Why was Gogandantess healing me if he was just going to kill me? I cut my eyes back to him, keeping my glare in place, "What do you want?"
He laughed, "Why, you, of course!" He stood up from his seat and leaned over the bed, planting his hand beside me for balance to get even closer. I shrank back into the pillows, trying to get away from him as he loomed over me. "While there are many uses that I have for you, there is only one that I can think of at the moment. Do you know what that is?" His tongue snaked out of his mouth, impossibly long and slimy as he dragged it across my cheek. I closed my eyes and turned my head away. Even if I did have weapons, I knew they wouldn't do me any good. Magoichi had shot him without effect. I couldn't get out of this through fighting. Magoichi. Even while I began to panic under Gogandantess' hands my mind still wandered to him. How long had it been since we'd been separated? A few days, maybe? Even with the demons' magic it still would have taken a while to heal the wound in my shoulder. Would this have been enough time for him to find Jubei? Or would he have even found a way to get to this place? If he had, then he was close by! I tried to squirm away from Gogandantess' bulk as he leaned further over me and I quickly rolled over to the other side of the bed.
Once my feet hit the stone floor I had trouble standing. "What have you done to me?" I demanded, clutching to the side of the bed for balance.
"Oh, nothing yet," he said, stalking towards me with predatory grace. "I would imagine you're feeling weak because you haven't eaten for a few days."
I felt my skin prickle, goose bumps forming as the cool air washed over me and reminded me of just how naked I was. My muscles felt so weak as I tried to take a step. It seemed like a lifetime had passed since Magoichi had given me his remaining rations. So much had happened in the short time since then and now I was Gogandantess' prisoner, and soon enough his meal, or worse.
The white demon was nearly upon me, the look in his eyes showing his true intentions. I'd wanted to run the moment my feet hit the floor but I was trapped in his gaze as he descended upon me. It wasn't like the time that Magoichi had physically overpowered me and held me down as he'd taken advantage of me. I'd wanted him to do it then, even though I had been scared. No, this time was completely different. Gogandantess held me in place with only a look and I was terrified of what he'd do to me. No words would make him stop. I almost wished he would eat me and leave out the pain that he'd decided upon.
He stood dangerously close to me, looking down at me with eyes that smouldered with desire. I could feel myself begin to tremble as a gloved hand reached out to stroke my skin. I hated him. I hated myself for being so weak in front of him. It would get a lot worse than him touching me lightly and I steeled my resolve for what was to come. I raised my eyes to meet his, looking into those black pools with as much bravery as I could muster. He wouldn't feed on my fear so easily.
"My, my, such a brave look," he said, leaning in closer to me, his arms wrapping around my body and holding me close to him. "You know, there are some who would kill to be in your position." I felt his tongue lap up my neck before delving inside my ear. I stared straight ahead, my eyes unfocused as I fought the urge to shudder under his touch. If I reacted it would excite him, but it was torture to do nothing as I felt his breath in my ear and his gloved hands traveled over my body. "You know," he breathed, sending shivers up my spine. "When I'd first challenged Magoichi I'd had entirely other plans for you. " I felt his hand on my rear, a gloved finger tracing down the cleft, pushing in further. I clenched my jaw, fighting to remain impassive as he attempted to seduce me. "You would make quite the attractive demon, you know," he said, pressing the gloved finger against my entrance.
The intrusion helped draw me out of the haze I was slipping into, "What do you mean 'demon'?" Was it even possible for him to turn me into one of those monsters?
"Mmm, but I think I like you like this," he purred, cupping my face in his free hand. "At least for now." He leaned forward and forced his mouth onto mine as he continued to tease my ass. I tried to pull back, but his hands held me firm and I could only twist ineffectively as his tongue invaded my mouth, overwhelming my senses. He tasted like metal; cold and sharp, his teeth biting down on my lips, promising more if I fought back. I knew I shouldn't have, but I bit him as hard as I could. It was too much and I pushed against his chest, trying to get him away from me if only to show him that I didn't want this.
The hand was removed from my ass and he pulled his mouth from mine, a dangerous glint forming in his eyes as he looked down at me. "I must commend you," he said, his voice hinting at his anger. "Not too many humans can resist me," his mouth twisted into a grotesque sneer, "but you are pushing your luck!" He lifted me into the air and pushed me onto the bed. I fell on my back, my legs splaying out as I landed, leaving me open and vulnerable as he began to crawl on top of me. I clutched at the blankets for some purchase, trying to crawl backwards to get away from him as he straddled my legs. He held me down with such strength that I found it hard to breathe as he continued to push his hands into my chest. I stilled my struggles, knowing that if he pushed for much longer that I would lose consciousness, and that was something that I couldn't afford to let happen. Not while lust still burned so fiercely in his eyes.
"Oh, Kotaro," he said with a condescending tone. "You don't seem to understand the situation. You agreed to go with me if Magoichi lost, and he did." I already knew this, but did he really think that I'd just let him do whatever he wanted without a fight? "There are much more unpleasant things that I could do to you. Would you prefer it if I were to take you down to Guildenstern's laboratory? He's promised a technique that turns humans into genma, but I question the validity of his claims. He is very skilled at creating all forms of beast and monster, but I doubt that he could elevate something as lowly as human cattle into a demon." His eyes flashed with dangerous intent as they raked across my body. I could feel the weight of their gaze on me but did not dare to move. Not while he was talking of such things. "I'm sure that there are many other tests that he would love to try on you, but you belong to me and the only way he will get you is if I give you to him," he purred, his voice becoming softer and more seductive. "Do you understand?"
I nodded, feeling the lump in my throat suddenly very difficult to swallow. A cold sweat had broken out over my body and as much as I hated to do it, I relaxed my body to show him that I understood what he was saying. In his own twisted mind he probably thought he was being generous by offering rape over torture. The only reason I chose him was because I had some idea of what lay in store for me. Gogandantess seemed to have some code of honour that he stuck to, whereas the rumours that I'd heard of Guildenstern told me that I would be out of my mind to choose his hospitality. I shut my eyes tightly, tilting my head back to give the demon better access to my throat. I was shivering, but for once it wasn't because of the cold. My life was in his hands and that terrified me.
I felt his hand on my stomach, but it was different from before. The soft leather was gone and I felt the harder skin of his bare hand as it splayed out on me, dragging across to my side and up to my chest. I squeezed my eyes tighter, clenching my jaw to keep from whimpering and fighting to keep my breathing steady. He could do whatever he wanted but I wouldn't let him see how he was affecting me. I didn't want this. There was no way that I could want this but my body reacted to him anyways. My cheeks were burning with embarrassment when he reached down to rest his hand on my hardened length. I waited for him to move, but he didn't. That hand held me firmly as if it was waiting for something. After a few minutes I opened my eyes to see what he was waiting for.
"That's much better," he said the moment I looked at him. "I'd hate to think that you're imagining that I'm somebody else." He emphasized his words with a firm squeeze, sending a shiver down my spine and causing me to cry out. He tilted his head to the side, seeming to enjoy the sound I made and I quickly shut my mouth, biting my tongue to keep from opening it again. "Oh, Kotaro. Please don't keep your beautiful voice to yourself. I want to hear you enjoying this." He leaned down over me, his face inches from mine. His eyes were unreadable.
"What makes you think that I'd enjoy this?" I asked past clenched teeth as he stroked me again.
"Well, you don't have to enjoy it," he said, releasing me and seeming to think for a moment. "But, if that's the way you want it then I suppose it can't be helped." He climbed off the bed and turned to look at me, an aura of complete control surrounded him. "Get off the bed and help me remove my armour."
His voice was cold and deadly, holding no room for argument. It was not a request, but a command. I found my limbs obeying him, climbing off the bed, even in my hungry and weakened state. He didn't look at me as I approached him. Instead he ignored me as he waited for me to undress him so that he could continue to rape me. I reached out to feel along his breastplate, trying to find the latches that held it on. It was unnerving to be completely ignored when I was standing right in front of him. I still felt weak and when I finally removed his plate armour I found that it was too heavy for me to lift. It fell to the floor with a deafening clang and I snapped my head back up to him to gauge his reaction. I took a step back, legs shaking as I saw those dark eyes looking down on me with such distain. His lips curled up into a sneer and I took another step back. He was a demon. I don't know why I'd let myself become lulled into a false sense of security by all his pretty words and chivalrous behaviour. He was a demon and demons killed humans. I quickly bent down to try and lift the plates, not entirely sure where I'd put them, but I desperately wanted to get away from him at that moment.
His hand caught my wrist in a grip that caused me to cry out in pain. He lifted me to my feet, forcing me stand on the tips of my toes as he pulled my face closer to his. The silence between us was screaming at me and it was made worse by the fact that he didn't say anything. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the blow that was to come but he just held me there, scrutinizing me as I hung in the air. I cracked an eye open to see what he was doing and the moment I did I felt the back of his hand across my cheek.
He'd put his entire strength into the hit. I knew he had because I flew backwards onto the floor and tasted blood in my mouth. If he hadn't used his full strength then I was in trouble. I spat blood on the floor, rolling over only to see him bearing down on me. He flattened me on the floor, pressing a knee into my chest and I had to struggle to breathe. I frantically tried to push his knee away, looking up with wild eyes into his cold, calculating orbs. His hand drew back again and I braced for the hit, my cheek stinging when the skin tore under the blow. "Are you still enjoying this? I would hate to think that you would enjoy your time with me. Not when you made it so painfully clear that you don't want to," he hit me again. "Should I try harder then?" his voice was light and condescending and I wished he would sound angrier. I could live with a beating, but he had much more planned for me and the cold aura he exuded was what worried me the most.
He removed his knee from my chest and straddled my waist, reaching down and roughly flipping me over so that my face was pressed into the floor. I'd said I didn't want to enjoy this and he was going to make sure that I didn't! Tears began to slide down my cheeks when I heard him draw his sword behind me. The singing of the metal as it was freed of its sheath rang in my ears, nearly deafening the sounds of my own pleading for him to stop.
He pulled my hair, tilting my head painfully back as he brought his sword around my neck and pressed the blade against my throat. My pleas were silenced in that simple action and I let the tears slide silently down my cheeks.
"On your hands and knees." I struggled to obey, my hair still in his painful grip, keeping my throat next to his blade. Once I'd managed to raise my ass in the air he spread my legs, kneeling between them and forcing them even wider apart. A flick of his wrist had the flat of his blade pressed against my throat, still painful but without the fear of being decapitated. He released his grip on my hair and I felt his hand move to my ass. The blade against my neck kept me from moving away from his fingers as they spread me open. It was difficult to breathe and I bit my lip, tasting the blood that filled my mouth and I tried to ignore him as his fingers probed my entrance.
The blade against my throat held back most of my cries. Instead a gurgling sound was all I could manage as he roughly pushed a finger inside me. The blade pressed tighter against my throat and, for an instant, I hoped that it might kill me so that I wouldn't have to continue with the humiliation. Gogandantess seemed to know exactly what he was doing and always kept the blade firm against me, but not enough so that I could kill myself with it. I was trapped between the sword and the demon, and the demon was pushing his fingers further inside of me. I couldn't cry out and clenched my jaw in frustration, biting on my lip again. The pain was incredible and I began to see the world fading. He was pushing his fingers into me without anything to ease their passage. I might have been grateful that he was bothering to prepare me at all, but it was a humiliating torture in and of itself. I'd lost my erection long ago. There was nothing enjoyable about what he was doing to me. The room was eerily silent and I could hear the blood rushing past my ears as I felt myself begin to panic. I tried to lift an arm up to push the blade away from my throat. I'd die fighting if I had to, but I wouldn't submit to him anymore. I gripped the blade, pushing it away as best I could, but his fingers ripped out of me and his hand was buried in my hair again, pulling back as far as I could bend. I cried out, losing my grip on the blade and it was brought against my neck with even greater force. My vision began to fade even more as I was slowly strangled, his grip on my hair never loosening. If he would kill me then I could be free. I prayed that Magoichi would be able to find a way to Jubei, or at least find a way to the island. Here I was dying and again I could only think of that man. Images of him flashed past my mind's eye. I could feel his anger when Gogandantess had carried me away from him that last time. I could still hear his voice in my ears, commanding and rough and angrily demanding that Gogandantess let me go. I suddenly realized that we weren't alone and turned to see his frame standing in the doorway, pointing his gun at the demon, his eyes blazing with rage.
~End chapter eight~
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