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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Kingdom_Hearts
  Relationship:
      Riku/Sora, Roxas/Sora, Axel/Roxas, Kairi/Sora
  Additional Tags:
      Physical_Abuse, Sexual_Abuse, Sexual_Slavery
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-03-02 Chapters: 35/35 Words: 61547
****** Taking Sora ******
by ParadiseAvenger
Summary
     King Roxas is forced to send away his precious slave, Sora Sky, to
     complete a treaty with King Riku. Little does he know, Riku and his
     sister, Selphie, torment his precious into less than an animal. Can
     Sora be saved? Rape, abuse, sex. AU. SoKai. AkuRoku.
***** Roxas's Treaty and Riku's War Prize *****
Please, check out my first ORIGINAL NOVEL! The Breaking of Poisonwood by
Paradise Avenger. (Summary: People were dead. When Skye Davis bought me at a
slave auction as a birthday present for his brother, I had no idea what my new
life was going to be like, but I had never expected this. It all started when
Venus de Luna was killed and I was to take her place, to become the new savior…
Then, bad things happened and some people died. In the heart of the earth, we
discovered the ancient being that Frank Davis had found and created and used to
his advantage. The Poisonwood—)
Did everyone miss me?
I’m still not on FanFiction (I’m still working diligently on my original
fiction!) but I’ve had six chapters of this written or a while now and the
original work is fun but slow-going with no one motivating me. I’m having some
roughness and suck-tasticness (stupid boyfriend being stupider than usual) in
life right now so I felt the need for some lovely reviews and something to look
forward to everyday when I get home… Yay for FanFiction!
So… THIS STORY WILL NOT BE UPDATED AS MAD FAST AS USUAL. This will be very
lazily updated as I feel like writing it.
X X X
The messenger arrived at the beautiful white castle, dismounted from his great
barrel-chested steed, and marched up the steps of the castle. In is leather
satchel, he bore the message that would bring this awful war to a grinding
halt. Well, hopefully, it would bring the war to a halt. If it didn’t, even
more people would die. The messenger lifted his flag from the horse’s saddle
and gazed up admiringly at the colors that had prevented him from being shot as
he came across the moat. Then, he eagerly marched up the steps with his satchel
and his flag. There were guards waiting for him, but they respected the colors
of a messenger and let him into the king’s big throne room.
King Roxas, affectionately known as Roxas the Fair, was seating on his modest
carved wooden throne. Around his shoulders, he wore a cloak of soft blue velvet
and had his feet thrust out in a kingly sort of manner. If it hadn’t been for
the stress visible in his face and the exhaustion of his deep blue eyes, it
would have been easy to mistake Roxas as a kind elder brother, as someone who
watched over and protected those smaller members of the family.
The messenger bowed to the king and then noticed the slender young man standing
just abreast of the king’s throne. He had a beautiful porcelain-doll baby-face
with beautiful ocean-blue eyes, soft petal-pink lips, and a beautiful innocent
expression. The messenger winced as this child-like youth knelt at Roxas’s side
and whispered something to him. The way Roxas’s face smoothed of stress and
pain and his lips curved into a smile, the messenger immediately realized that
this young man was very precious to Roxas and that the fair king was not going
to like the offer in the message.
Wordlessly, the messenger approached the throne, knelt, took the scroll from
his satchel, and handed it to the king. Above his head, the flag lay limp, but
it was a comfort to have the protective colors so close. The messenger remained
kneeling while the king read the message. He already knew what it said (the
scribe had warned him) and was bitterly awaiting Roxas’s reaction.
King Roxas,
I am definitely ready to begin our compromises. There has been too much death
on both of our sides, too much pain, and too much loss. But, as giving up your
country will be like giving up some vital body part, I demand the same type of
loss from you. I will only halt my assault if you give to me your precious
slave—Sora Sky.
Sincerely,
King Riku
As expected, Roxas reacted violently. He tore the message into little pieces
and sent them scattering like snowflakes. Beside him, the slender young man,
the slave, had been reading over Roxas’s shoulder. Now, his face pale and
frightened, he said something to Roxas that the messenger couldn’t hear.
“No!” Roxas shouted and whirled in his throne to catch the young man in his
arms. His voice was a whisper as he spoke. “I won’t give him you. You’re my
childhood friend.”
Again, the slender beautiful youth spoke, so softly that his words were
unheard. Roxas protested, hugging him tightly, but the slave appeared to be
insisting.
Finally, Roxas lowered his head and his blue eyes were shining with half-shed
tears. To the messenger, he said, “Return to your land and tell King Riku I
accept. I will send Sora to him…” He choked on sadness and when he finally
managed to speak again, his voice was thick and heavy. “I will send Sora…before
the week is out. Surely, King Riku will give me that small amount of time,
don’t you think?”
The messenger leaped to his feet, nodded, bowed again, and hurried form the
castle of Roxas the Fair. He mounted his horse and rode quickly. He did not
fear that Roxas would have someone put an arrow in his back as he rode home.
Nay, King Roxas was not called The Fair for nothing. Instead, the messenger
feared hearing the sounds of the great leader’s heart breaking. He managed to
ride fast enough.
…
Sora was King Roxas’s oldest friend and slave. He had been given to Roxas when
they were both seven (Well, Roxas was seven and Sora would never know exactly
how old he was.) by Roxas’s uncle. The two had become fast friends and that
friendship had lasted. Giving up Sora would be, as Riku so cleverly put it,
like giving up something vital. They had been through a lot together—through
Sora’s damaged tormented psyche, giving him a last name, through Roxas’s
admittance about being gay and loving Sora, and Sora’s lack of love for
anything and his fear of it. They were partway through Sora’s tangible fear of
sex and kissing, his fear of being touched or held or even comforted. If things
had stayed the way they were, their next obstacle might have been helping Sora
find someone to love—be it Roxas or one of the sweet maids that Sora so feared.
After the messenger left, Roxas continued to clutch Sora tightly in his arms.
He was trying so hard not to cry, not to scream, not to just fall apart. Sora,
as soft and warm as ever, nestled his head beneath Roxas’s chin and relished
being held, for the very first time, as if it was the last time he would never
feel a gentle touch again.
“I can’t let you go,” Roxas whispered.
“You have to,” Sora murmured. “Our people are dying and you know if this
continues King Riku will beat us anyway. If I go, no one else dies.”
“You’ll die!” he snapped, clutching Sora tighter to him.
Sora winced. “I’ll be alright. Besides,” he gently pushed Roxas back and smiled
softly, “I know you’ll find a way to save me.”
Roxas smiled. “I will. After all, you’re my most precious childhood friend.”
Sora smiled and gently pushed Roxas away so that he could peer into his face.
“I know you’ll save me,” he repeated. He hesitated, chewing his lower lip, and
said softly, “…before he hurts me…”
Roxas swallowed thickly, looking into Sora’s innocent honest open face, into
his beautiful eyes. Gingerly, he cupped Sora’s face in his hands, relishing as
Sora didn’t pull away from him. Sora often pulled away, pale and shaking, but
Roxas saw deep fear in Sora’s wonderful sky-blue eyes. They both knew what King
Riku was known for—prostitutes, sex slaves, brothels… blood, rape, bruises,
abuse! There was a great chance that poor fragile Sora with is fear of being
kissed, touched, or even held would be quickly demolished by Riku’s sexual
deviance.
Silently, King Roxas the Fair held his most treasured person in his arms.
…
True to his word, before the week was out, King Roxas watched from the steps of
his palace as Sora climbed into the carriage that would take him away. He was
leaving with few treasured possessions—the king’s amulet to wear beneath his
shirt, his favorite robe, and a photograph of Roxas and himself as
children—nothing else. Silently, Sora’s pale beautiful face stared out of the
carriage window, desperate and lost and more than a little afraid. Roxas lifted
his hand and waved goodbye to his most precious person.
Then, kicking up clouds of dust on the road, Sora was taken from his life to
stop a war he had never been a part of.
…
King Riku’s castle was nothing like Roxas’s. Roxas’s castle was all white
marble and fortified for protection rather than battle with thick walls in
several layers—just in case an army managed to break through the outer
bailey—and high towers. Riku’s castle on the other hand was all sleek black
stone with flying towers, battlements, and a thick iron portcullis. It was a
frightening and formidable structure made for war, though it was clear that if
you managed to get through the outer wall, you could take King Riku’s keep by
its balls. Roxas’s keep was, on the other hand, unbreakable like an iron vault.
Even if you managed through the outer wall, you would be faced with three
layers of inner walls, and finally the castle itself which was a fortress nigh
impenetrable.
Sora stepped from the carriage, shouldering his small pack, and found that King
Riku was waiting for him at the top of the castle steps. Riku was a tall and
well-muscled man who looked as if he could snap Sora in half on a whim. He had
piercing jade-green eyes, long silvery hair, a strong jaw, and a hard angle to
his brows. At King Riku’s side was the woman Sora knew to be his sister,
Selphie. She looked nothing like Riku save her jade-green eyes, all silky dark-
chocolate tresses, honeyed flesh, and creamy skin.
Shivering even in the bright sunlight, Sora approached them. Both sets of eyes
were on him, watching him like a beautiful butterfly pinned to a board or a
delicacy about to be devoured. Once he was standing before them, he dipped
himself into a low bow. It was a slave bow and he realized he hadn’t had to bow
so low in almost ten years, since he had been given to Roxas.
“Your majesty,” Sora said softly.
“Sora Sky, isn’t it?” Riku asked, giving a small nod to indicate he recognized
Sora’s bow.
Slowly, Sora straightened, nodding.
Riku took a step towards him, grabbing Sora’s face in his long white fingers.
Sora winced, desperate to pull away, but forced himself to hold his ground in
front of his new king. No, not his new king. Roxas would always be his king and
his closest friend. Riku was simply his new owner.
“You are incredibly beautiful,” Riku said and Sora felt his hot breath on his
face.
“Thank you,” was all Sora said and gingerly pulled away.
Riku smirked at him and there was something sinister in that smile, something
that made Sora’s blood run cold. “Please, come in. Welcome to our humble home,”
Riku said and turned to gesture to the big grand doors of the black castle.
Sora dug his fingers into the supple leather of his bag, glanced into the
distance, and imagined he could see the white shine of Roxas’s castle in the
sunlight, but he couldn’t. It was only wishful thinking. Firmly, Riku grasped
him by his upper arm and pulled him into the castle. The heavy doors slammed
shut and the cold of the castle seeped into him. Sora immediately wished that
he could leave, but he knew it was impossible.
X X X
THIS STORY WILL NOT BE UPDATED AS MAD FAST AS USUAL. Get it? Got it? Good!
Questions, comments, concerns?
***** The Dark King Enjoys His Spoils of War *****
Updates still will be slow, but I had this already and I wanted everyone to
know what they were getting into. If you don’t normally read my work, be
warned. If you do, then you probably won’t be surprised. We all know what I
write best. Hehehehe…
X X X
Riku, Selphie, and Sora marched through the dark hallowed halls of King Riku’s
black castle. The cold slowly seeped into Sora’s honey-gold sun-warmed flesh.
Every few feet, there were exhausted-looking guards standing their posts where
there had never been a need for guards inside King Roxas’s castle. Sora felt
unsafe and clutched his satchel closer to his chest, trying to keep his
breathing slow and even. Selphie’s green eyes flashed at him like dragon-eyes
in the darkness, ready to eat him alive. He looked quickly away, shivering.
Riku began speaking, voice cutting through the cave-like stillness and dark.
“There are going to be rules here in my castle. First of all, you are my
possession now, but I am choosing to share you with my sister. You are to do
everything she says. Second, you are to remain inside the castle, just in case
your King Roxas tries any hair-brained attempt to steal you back from me.”
“Roxas wouldn’t do that. He gave his word,” Sora protested softly.
The blow came out of nowhere and caught Sora completely off guard. Riku’s fist
slammed into the side of his face and his teeth snapped sharply together,
biting through the corner of his tongue. Letting out a cry of pain and shock,
Sora crashed to the cold marble floor, clutching his face with one hand as
blood seeped from the corner of his lips from his bitten tongue. He hadn’t
tasted his own blood or felt pain in so long. Roxas had never hurt him.
“Why?” Sora whispered, pressing his hand to his brutalized cheek. He felt the
blood run down his chin, down his throat, when he spoke.
As if he hadn’t heard him, as if nothing had happened, Riku continued, “Third,
you are to never speak about King Roxas. I’m your new king now and you are my
slave,” he snarled.
Sora remained on his knees on the floor, staring up at Riku with big beautiful
eyes while blood dripped from his mouth. Riku reached down and stroked Sora’s
face tenderly, but Sora squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t want to be touched,
not now while his face was still hot with Riku’s blow. Sora really was so
beautiful, like a broken little porcelain doll or an abandoned puppy in a wet
cardboard box on the street. He could see why Roxas treasured him so.
“It seems your master didn’t properly train you, but that’s alright,” Riku said
sweetly. “I can re-train you.”
Sora shivered hopelessly.
Riku grinned and Selphie let out a small sick laugh behind him. Then, Riku
lifted his hand and slapped Sora cruelly across the face again. Even on his
knees, Sora crashed over sideways and his head slammed hard into something in
the dark. Blackness crept in at the edge of his vision and he fell swiftly into
unconsciousness.
…
Sora woke up in a plush canopy bed draped with heavy red velvet curtains. The
covers were pulled up to his chin and he was nestled in deep. What had
happened? Oh yeah, Riku had hit him. Hit him. He slowly brought one hand up to
touch his head. There was a swollen gash in his scalp from where his head had
struck the base of a hidden statue in the darkness. He checked his hand for
blood, but there was none. He must have been out for a long time.
Carefully, he pulled back the covers and slipped from the bed. There was a low
fire burning hot in the hearth and Sora reached his hands out, trying to get
some heat back into his body. When it proved hopeless, he crouched and drew his
legs tightly against his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around them. He
buried his face and tried to force the hot anguish of tears from his throat,
but they persisted.
Finally, the first tears squeezed out and ran down his face. Sora couldn’t help
it. He began to sob hopelessly into himself. God, he wanted to get out of here.
He wanted to leave. He wanted to go home to Roxas’s warm white castle and the
blessed sunlight and Roxas’s distant yet caring touch. The terrible little
animal sounds seeped from him and he wished he could stop, but he couldn’t.
“You miss your king?” Riku’s voice sliced through Sora like a physical touch
and the younger man jolted, throwing himself backwards from the warmth of the
fire. Riku was leaning against the threshold of the doorway, arms crossed over
his chest, just watching. Sora’s face was streaked with tears and he gazed up
at Riku with fear in his beautiful blue eyes. “Remember the rules,” Riku said
to Sora.
Sora quickly lowered his eyes and hugged himself. “No,” he whispered.
“That’s good. Roxas never cared about you anyway,” Riku said and pushed away
from the wall, closing the door behind himself.
Sora flinched as if struck, but still didn’t speak.
“After all, he gave you to me to save his kingdom. How precious could you be to
him? Just a slave, after all.” Riku cut his eyes to Sora. “You were a sex slave
weren’t you?”
Sora shook his head. “No… I was a child’s playmate…”
“So you’re a virgin?”
Sora jolted, whimpering. “N-no,” he forced out.
“So, what’s that mean then? Did the child rape you?”
“S-she—”
“She?” Riku repeated.
Sora turned away. “Please, stop this,” he whispered.
“Why? Is it painful?”
“Yes…”
Riku towered over Sora, glaring down at him with those green eyes.
Sora felt like an insect about to be crushed.
“You didn’t answer,” Riku said.
“What?” Sora whispered.
“Did the child rape you?” Riku repeated very slowly.
Sora looked sharply away and was quiet, shivering like a broken thing.
Riku grabbed him by a fistful of soft chocolate hair, dragged him to his feet,
and slapped him. Sora let out a cry, clutching at his face.
“Please, stop!”
“You are my slave now! I own you! You will answer me!”
Sora sobbed.
Riku struck him again, even harder. The boy’s cheek bruised under his heavy
hand and tears rushed out. “Answer me!”
“Yes!” Sora shouted, but there was something broken and hysterical in his
voice.
“How does a little girl rape you?” Riku snarled. “Are you that pathetic?”
“I-I had to do what she said…”
“So what?”
“She… she used her toys.”
“Her toys?” Riku repeated.
Sora nodded.
Riku released him and Sora crumpled to his knees. He hugged himself tightly and
shuddered. Riku sat down on the edge of the beautiful canopy and stared down at
Sora where he was cowering in front of the fireplace. “She fucked you with her
toys? How? Did she shove a doll up your ass?”
Sora nodded slowly, tears streaming down his face. He covered his face with his
shaking hands, hiding and whimpering at the memories. They must have been bad…
Riku spent a long moment visualizing what that must have looked like, thinking
about how fun that must was have been, and wondering what had driven a small
child to want to do that. He supposed Sora was that unspeakably beautiful and
fragile that even as a child other children had wanted to hurt, touch, and own
every inch of him. He imagined Sora on his hands and knees, legs pushed
apart—maybe the girl had forced him to lie across her dollhouse so that every
inch of his secret sex was exposed, maybe she had been licking her doll for him
or maybe she pushed it in dry. He imagined Sora’s little child cries as the
pain ripped into him. Riku shook his head to clear the images. His cock was
already stiff and his pants were too tight.
“So, you’ve never taken a cock before?” he asked.
Sora shuddered, whimpering like a small tormented animal, and Riku’s heart
began to pound eagerly against his ribs. He wanted to take Sora as the child
had. He wanted to tear him apart and own every secret inch of his body.
Then, Riku crossed the room, grabbed Sora by his arms, and dragged him to his
feet. Sora was limp in his grip like wet paper. Riku took Sora’s face in his
hands, digging his fingers into Sora’s already-battered cheeks. Tears rolled
from his beautiful sky-blue eyes like rain. Then, wordlessly, Riku tore Sora’s
shirt in his hands and shredded it down the front, revealing Sora’s sun-bronzed
flesh with its soft chiseled muscles. Sora let out a desperate cry and pulled
away, but the shirt remained in Riku’s hands.
Half-naked, Sora stumbled into the bed, gasping. “W-What are you doing?”
Riku advanced on him, grabbed him by the waistband of his trousers, and yanked
him flush against him. Then, he hooked his arm around Sora’s waist to hold him
there and pawed his free-hand down Sora’s chest. After a long moment of hard
touching, he tore the buttons of the fly and yanked the pants down Sora’s thin
legs. Sora clutched at his pants, but Riku only threw him backwards onto the
bed. Naked, Sora tried to crawl away, but Riku caught him by his ankle and
dragged him back.
“No! Please!” Sora begged, but Riku wrenched one arm behind Sora’s back and
pinned him to the mattress.
“If you don’t want this to hurt too much, I suggest you behave.”
Sora sobbed, struggling hopelessly against a man that was so much larger than
him. Riku rummaged in the nightstand and produced a small bottle of lubricating
oil. He poured the cold liquid through the cleft of Sora’s ass and then trailed
his fingers through it, enjoying the thick sensation not unlike that of a
woman’s sloppy wet cunt. Beneath the moisture, Sora’s flesh was warm and
supple, firm but incredibly soft. He probed his tight asshole and his dick
turned to stone at the impossible tightness clenching just around the very tip
of his finger.
“Since it’s been a while for you, I’ll be gentle with you. This will help you
get used to it before I really take you.”
Sora cried out desperately, squirming beneath Riku’s hard overpowering body.
His free hand was fisted in the sheets, knuckles white. “Please, please,
don’t!” he begged.
With all his fruitless squirming, Riku’s hand slid but it didn’t take much time
for his finger to find Sora’s tight asshole again and pushed into him with a
terrible squishing sound. Sora whimpered and squirmed, struggling to escape
Riku’s invasion, but to no avail. Riku released his twisted arm and Sora
clutched hopelessly at Riku’s wrist, trying to stop the invading thrusting
finger. Riku was stronger and had a better angle and continued to push into
Sora ruthlessly. The ring of muscles was like a vice and Riku was looking
forward to plunging his dick deep inside Sora’s body.
“Please! Stop! This hurts!” Sora sobbed. His blue eyes were a mess of tears and
there was the cutest red flush covering his entire face, from pain and
embarrassment and fear. He looked as if he was about to be sick. “Please,
please, stop! This isn’t right! I’m a man, too!”
Riku smirked. “Even saying that, why is it that when I put my fingers in—” he
stroked Sora’s prostate purposefully and the younger man whimpered. Then, Riku
reached beneath Sora and gripped his hardening member. “You get hard being
violated in the ass by a man’s fingers,” he continued. “Tell me, which do you
like better?” He pushed deeper into Sora’s ass, stroking his prostate hard, and
then jerked his member firmly.
Sora sobbed, releasing Riku’s wrist to hide his face with his hands. He was
making sick little animal sounds. Riku’s fingers were making his ass squish as
all the lubricant seeped in and he pumped Sora’s member with quick even
strokes. Then, he leaned over Sora to kiss his throat and lick one swollen
nipple. After a moment, he bit down and Sora let out a scream of pain.
“You should be honest. It feels good, doesn’t it?” Riku whispered and licked
the shell of Sora’s ear.
Sora sobbed into the mattress, fisting his hands in the sheets. Riku added a
second finger and continued fucking him slowly and deliberately. The squishing
sound was endless, filling the room with the stink of sex. Sora was still
sobbing and screaming beneath him, sweating from pain and fear so that his body
was slick and hot. Then, Riku pulled his fingers out and licked them lewdly,
but Sora didn’t see. He was hiding his pretty face and crying.
Riku stared down at his war-prize, his new slave, watching patiently for a long
moment. Sora continued to sob and whimper even after Riku stopped touching him.
Riku waited patiently for the terrified boy to roll over, to think it had
ended, to give a little trust and hope so that it would be so much sweeter to
tear him apart.
Finally, Sora did, peeking nervously but hopefully between his long slender
fingers. Then, Riku pounced on Sora like a cat on a mouse. Sora screamed in
panic and tried to struggle away, but Riku forced his tongue into the younger
boy’s mouth. Then, he rubbed his cock through the moist cleft of Sora’s ass,
found his loosened asshole, and shoved brutally in. Sora’s hands flew to their
joined mouths, shoved Riku away, and he let out a scream of pure agony. Riku
allowed the kiss to remain broken because Sora was so desperately sucking in
air, sobbing, and whimpering.
Riku grunted and shifted inside Sora’s tight channel, feeling the muscles
clench and scream around him. “Ugh, you’re so tight!”
Then, he looked down into Sora’s face. Never had he seen something so
heartbreaking before and it almost made him stop raping the boy.
Almost.
Those sky-blue eyes were so swollen with tears that streamed like a river of
rain down Sora’s beautiful face. His mouth was half-open, coated with salvia
from Riku’s fierce dominating kiss, and his lips were puffy from the hard
kisses. Little gasping sounds were coming out of his wide-open mouth. Sweat was
standing out all over his beautiful golden body and there were already bruises
developing on his honeyed flesh from where Riku had grabbed him. There were
cries coming from Sora, small little twisted animal cries of pure pain and
terror.
Riku leaned down and drank the tears from Sora’s anguished face. Then, he
heartlessly continued fucking Sora.
Sora’s fingers dug into Riku’s arm where his hands were heedlessly spreading
Sora’s thighs, keeping his knees high and apart for the best penetration.
Sora’s thin white chest was heaving with pants and small half-hidden screams.
Suddenly, Sora threw his head back into the pillows and let out a low
heartbreaking wail of agony and hopelessness. His fingers continued digging
into Riku’s arms from the pain and his body remained painfully tight with
tension, but Sora had given up. He was resigned to what Riku was doing to him
even as tears continued to stream from his swollen eyes. Finally, Riku spilled
deep inside his new possession and relished the way Sora pressed his hands to
his belly as if that would push the semen out of him. Riku pulled out of Sora,
enjoying the way the boy’s body wrenched beneath him in half-realized pain.
“Did you enjoy that?” Riku whispered and licked the side of Sora’s tear-stained
face.
Sora sobbed, still pressing at his belly. His member had been stiff and
straining, but was quickly softening regardless of the fact that he hadn’t
come. Guess he really hadn’t enjoyed the sex. Strange, since Riku had been
trying so hard to hit his prostate over and over.
“I did,” Riku purred against the shell of his ear.
Sora trembled on the bed, rolled over, and hugged himself tightly. He sobbed
into his hands helplessly and Riku watched his semen dribbling from Sora’s
abused asshole. There was some blood in it. Wordlessly, Riku laid Sora’s
tattered shirt over his naked skinny frame. Shivering, Sora still flinched and
whimpered.
Riku grabbed Sora’s face and kissed him again, pushing his tongue into the
quivering boy’s mouth and dominating him easily. He almost reached around his
waist to violate his ass again, but decided against it. He didn’t want to feel
his semen dribbling around his fingers from inside Sora. So, he let him go and
said, “I’ll be back later.” With that, he left the room. The sound of the door
slamming was like the condemning sound of a judge’s gavel—so loud and terrible
in the stillness that was only broken by Sora’s hopeless cries.
“Roxas,” he sobbed. “Please, help me…”
X X X
Poor Sora.
Questions, comments, concerns?
***** The Lady of Pleasure and Pain *****
Ugh, original story is so close to being finished its almost unfair. I have
about two chapters to go—two!—but I muddle around a lot editing crap and making
my own life difficult. It’s also suckish not having author’s notes because that
how I always get my chapter started—by rambling a little bit. Humph, it’s so
aggravating but hopefully it will be worth it!
If anyone’s bored or needs good music, I just discovered “Florence and the
Machine” and she’s very cool and interesting. “Cosmic Love,” “Kiss with a
Fist,” and “Howl” are my favorites so far. Happy happy!
Updates will still be slow! (I feel the need to say this continuously because
I’m not sure anyone believes me.)
X X X
King Riku returned just as dusk had fallen outside the thin barred window. By
then, Sora had managed himself back into his trousers, but he was hunched over,
both slender arms wrapped around his middle in anguish. He had added some wood
to the fire, packed it in so that the room was shockingly warm. It looked as if
he had been trying to tie his torn shirt back together, but must have given up
because the pieces were puzzled out on the floor in front of the hearth and
sparks were leaping on it. Sora whirled when the door opened but cried out at
the sudden movement and hugged his abdomen tighter as if trying to hold himself
together.
“Oh, do you hurt inside, pet?” Riku asked him coldly.
Sora didn’t answer, only tightened his arms around himself.
“Answer me or I’ll assume your answer is ‘NO’ and fuck you.”
Immediately, Sora whispered, “Yes.”
Riku caressed his face, relishing the way the boy whimpered and squeezed his
eyes shut. “Now, was that so hard?”
Again, the whimpering youth was silent.
Riku didn’t need to hurt Sora right now—only train the boy to cower before him,
bow to his every whim, and jump at his every command. So Riku slapped him
across the face, but lightly. Even so, Sora cried out and tears swelled in his
eyes. “Well, was it hard to answer me?!”
“N-no,” he whispered.
Riku sat down on the bed and crossed his legs, watching Sora with narrowed
eyes. “It’s Selphie’s turn to fuck you, pet.”
Sora sighed as if relieved, lowering his eyes to the singed tatters of his
shirt.
“I’ll make you a deal since you’re so hurt,” Riku cooed. “If you suck me, I’ll
tell Selphie not to fuck you in the ass.”
Sora jolted, his terrified cerulean eyes meeting Riku’s. “But… how could she…?”
Riku grinned down at him. “Selphie likes toys, pet. She normally wears some
during the day to pleasure herself.”
“And she would…?” he whimpered. “…to me…?”
“Oh yes. Without a doubt.”
Sora hugged himself again. “Please,” he begged.
Riku smiled and it was like that of a predator to its prey. “Come here then.”
Sora started to rise from his collapsed kneeling position, but Riku clucked his
tongue.
“No, no, pet. Crawl to me on your knees.”
Sora whimpered, but did crawl to Riku’s feet. The way he moved cried of intense
agony and Riku had been planning on letting Selphie do whatever she wanted to
Sora regardless, but he wasn’t completely heartless. He didn’t want Roxas’s
precious to go into shock and become an unresponsive statue. Riku would tell
Selphie to be gentle with him… well, within reason. He definitely would tell
her that Sora’s poor reamed ass was off limits.
“Suck me and I won’t let her hurt you,” Riku whispered and gently pet Sora’s
face. Even though his touch was gentle, Sora still winced and pulled back. Riku
patted his face. “You don’t want to be hurt again, do you, precious?”
Sora’s shaking hands gripped Riku’s thighs. He was trembling so badly that he
couldn’t get the fly down and Riku had to help him. Once the zipper was
lowered, Sora’s cold shaking hands hesitantly touched Riku’s stiff straining
cock.
“Do it or I’ll let her hurt you,” Riku murmured and continued to stroke the
curve of Sora’s jaw. “She’s not as kind as me, pet. She won’t give you oil. She
will only put her juices on you and, trust me, it won’t be enough to stop you
from ripping.”
Sora sobbed, tears running down his pale haunted face. He wrapped his long thin
fingers around Riku’s dick and squeezed cautiously. Nervously he wet his soft
still-swollen lips, glanced up into Riku’s face, and choked back a sob before
fearfully snaking out his pink tongue to lick the dampening head. Riku fisted
his hands in Sora’s soft chocolate locks and pulled him closer. Sora’s mouth
remained firmly closed and the head of his dick bumped the boy’s lips.
“Open your mouth,” Riku growled.
Sora parted his lips and took Riku into his mouth. Immediately, Riku slammed
himself down Sora’s throat. Sora put his hands on Riku’s thighs and desperately
tried to push himself away from Riku. He couldn’t breathe. Riku’s dick was
choking him. He tried to speak, but Riku continued to force himself down the
boy’s throat. Suddenly, Riku released him. Sora crashed backwards, choking and
gasping for breath. He pressed his hands to his bruised throat and stared up at
Riku with wide desperate eyes.
“Use your tongue more.”
“Please, I can’t…”
Riku smirked, stood up from the bed, and took several steps towards the door.
“Alright,” he said with a relaxed uncaring roll of his strong shoulders. “I
guess I’ll tell Selphie she can come in and have her way with you.”
Sora cried out. “No!” He leaped and managed to grab Riku by the back of his
trousers, whimpering in pain at the movement. “Please, please, no. It hurts so
much. I can’t take any more. Please, please, let me try again.”
“Beg me.”
Sora’s blue eyes streamed and he sobbed into his free hand for a moment. Then,
he gazed desperately up at Riku and pleaded in the most broken voice. “Please,
please, give me another chance. It hurts… inside. I don’t want her to hurt me.
Please, let me try again.”
“Say, ‘Please, my king, allow me to suck your cock.’”
Sora sobbed harder, hugging his middle with his free arm while the other still
clutched at Riku’s pants. “Please, my king… allow me to s-suck your… your c-
cock, please.”
Riku took Sora’s face in his hands and stroked his hair almost tenderly even
though the boy still flinched. It seemed those first few blows to the face had
broken him. “Last chance, pet. If you can’t make me come, I’ll hand you over to
Selphie and she’ll hurt you in ways you didn’t think possible,” he warned.
Sora nodded, tears streaming silently down his face. “I… I understand…” He
hesitated a moment and then fearfully whispered, “What can I do to make it…
better?”
Riku smiled. That proved the deepness of Sora’s desire, his desperation, not to
be hurt. He was like a small animal, afraid of the larger looming hand, poised
to strike down like an angry God. “Use your tongue more, pet,” Riku cooed.
“Move up and down on me. And suck.”
Sora nodded and nervously reached out.
Riku remained standing and Sora was still on his knees before him. Again, Sora
took Riku into his mouth and this time, he worked as hard as he possibly could.
Riku threaded his fingers through the young man’s hair, guiding him to the
correct pace until he got the hang of it. Sora’s tongue lavished attention at
the head of his shaft, pressing at the slit there, and Riku could feel him
swallowing the salty fluid seeping out. His release began to build up like a
coil and Riku pulled Sora’s mouth firmly over him, forcing himself down the
back of Sora’s throat. After a moment, the young man began to struggle and Riku
could feel his small weak chest throbbing, begging for breath that was denied.
The desperation in Sora brought Riku over the edge and he spilled his semen
down the boy’s throat.
Because Sora’s eyes were beginning to roll and his face was terribly red, Riku
let him go before he even finished coming. Sora crashed sideways, lying on the
floor like a used doll. Semen spilled from his mouth, even more coming out as
he choked and coughed. Riku pumped himself with his hands, spurting the
remaining seed on Sora’s prone helpless body.
“You…” Sora gasped weakly when he finally stopped hacking. “You’ll tell her…
not to hurt me…”
Riku smiled down at the poor broken boy. “Yes, precious. I will tell Selphie to
be gentle with you.”
Sora closed his sky-blue eyes and coughed again, spitting up semen. Riku turned
to leave, but Sora’s voice chased him from the room like a pursuing ghost. His
little voice was so quiet, but it was not a cry or a plea for mercy. Instead,
the brutalized youth whispered, “Thank you…”
Disgusted, Riku slammed the door so hard that he was sure he felt the
foundation of the castle shake.
Selphie was waiting in the hallway. Her soft chestnut tresses had been lightly
curled around her face, she was wearing a silk nightdress, and Riku could see
her nipples through the thin fabric. She had a canvas bag over her shoulder
that was surely filled with her favorite toys and she smiled at him eagerly. “I
heard you fucking him. He sounds really good. Is it my turn?” she asked her
brother.
“Yeah, but Selph, you are to be gentle with him.”
“What? I brought my favorite toys to try out on a man. I’ve been looking
forward to this since you made the deal with King Roxas,” Selphie said and her
face was a mess of grouchy disappointment. She crossed her arms over her chest.
“Why should I?”
“Because I made him a deal,” Riku said.
“So?” Selphie stuck out her lower lip in a pout that worked on many of her
lovers, but didn’t work on Riku.
“Selph,” Riku growled at his sister. He pinned her down with his green dragon-
like eyes. “I said to be gentle with him and I expect you to do as I say. If I
see so much as a hickey on his neck, you’ll spend a week in the dungeons
without toys.”
She sighed. “Fine.”
“Good girl,” Riku said and walked away.
Selphie tucked some hair behind her ear and opened the bedroom door. Inside,
Sora was still lying on the floor. He was wearing only trousers and his naked
chest was heaving. There was a lot of semen around his mouth, splattered on the
floor like spilled paint. Sure enough, Roxas the Fair’s childhood-friend-slave
was a beautiful masterpiece. He was even more beautiful broken and lying on the
floor before her like this. Smiling, Selphie set down her canvas bag at his
side and crouched down to be at his level.
As if sensing her presence, his cerulean blue eyes cracked open and his mouth
moved in a little whisper. “You won’t hurt me, please?” he whispered.
She smiled and it must have been gruesome because he flinched back, cringing
into the floorboards. Selphie touched his face, stroking his hair and cheeks.
After a long moment of her soft touches on his face, he relaxed a little bit.
He opened his eyes again and gazed up into her face.
“You won’t hurt me?” he whispered again.
She shushed Sora, still stroking his face and throat. “Yes, sweetness, I won’t
hurt you,” she purred. Then she ran her hands down his chest, hooking her
fingers in the waistband of his trousers. “I’ll make you feel good.”
He closed his eyes and touched her wrists. “Please,” he begged. “Don’t hurt
me…”
Selphie leaned in on him. Her chestnut hair curtained his face, hiding them
from the outside world. She put her lips to his, devouring him with her hot wet
kiss. Gasping for breath, he pulled away and pressed his hands desperately to
his face.
Selphie smiled and whispered to him, “You’re so precious.”
He shivered as if beaten.
Selphie cupped his face, forcing him to look at her. “You are,” she cooed. “I
just want to rip out your heart and eat it.”
Sora’s eyes widened and he tore away from her, scrambling backwards until his
back collided with the bed frame. “No!” he pleaded, eyes wide with terror. “You
said you wouldn’t hurt me! King Riku promised that if I…” he choked back tears
of shame and fear “…if I sucked him, he wouldn’t let me be hurt…”
Selphie leaned back on her palms, gazing at Sora’s cowering form, and spread
her legs lewdly so that he could see up her nightdress. She knew perfectly well
that she wasn’t wearing panties and that there was something fake and wonderful
pushed deep inside her snatch, but the shock and terror on Sora’s beautiful
face was priceless. He quickly averted his blue eyes like a perfect gentleman,
clutching his legs to his narrow chest.
Selphie slithered towards him and put her hands on his bent knees. His body was
warm and supple beneath her hands. She grinned into his terrified face and
whispered, “Don’t you want to feel good? I can make you fly, sweet Sora Sky.”
Sora cowered.
Selphie kissed his chin, his throat, and his long collarbones. Then, she pried
his trembling hands away from his body and kissed his naked chest. There were
bruises on him, from her brother, she supposed. She unfastened Sora’s trousers
and pulled them down his thin legs. Much to her displeasure, his member was
soft and Sora shuddered when she touched him, pumping him into full hardness.
If her brother hadn’t banned her from hurting him, she would have taken out her
little leather whip and beaten his cock until it was hard and bloody for her.
Instead, she was forced to a gentler approach. She bent low over his crotch and
took him into her mouth. He made a small sound and fisted his hands tightly.
While she sucked him, distracted him, she reached into her bag and pulled out a
small vibrator that was about the size of a small peanut. She rubbed it through
her juices until it practically slipped from her grasp. This she pressed
against Sora’s poor reamed asshole and slipped it easily past the brutalized
ring of muscles. Even so, he let out a cry of pain and she heard his nails
digging into the floor, scraping painfully. The vibrator lay on his sensitive
prostate, wracking his body with impossible pleasure.
Selphie sucked him harder, waiting until she felt that he was just about to
explode. Then, she snapped a cock ring on him, preventing his orgasm from
releasing. Sora gasped in pain and cold and stared up at her. His face was pink
and sweat had gathered at his temples.
“Do you want to come, sweetheart?”
He turned his face away.
Selphie licked the head of his member, relishing the small whimper that escaped
him. “Do you?”
“No,” he whispered.
Taken aback, she turned up the vibrator on his prostate and Sora yelped,
squirming beneath her. “Really?” she asked.
He shook his head, then nodded, as if confused. “No, I don’t want… this…”
“Really?” she repeated and touched the head of his sensitive member, squeezing
him between her long fingers.
Sora’s eyes welled with tears and he hid his face in his hands.
Selphie sat back, watching him as he squirmed and writhed in pleasure-pain. She
put her hands between her legs and began arranging her vibrators, pleasuring
herself, pumping them in and out. She made some awful squelching moaning sounds
as she masturbated. She had hoped that Sora would succumb to the pleasure and
crawl to her, begging to be fucked and loved on, but he didn’t. He remained
lying on the floor, curled around himself and shivering.
Enraged, Selphie leaped to her feet and put her foot on his throat. “What are
you?!” she shouted. “Don’t you surrender to pleasure?!”
He whimpered, blue eyes staring up at her with hopeless fear and pain.
Selphie jumped to her feet, pulled back her leg, and kicked him as hard as she
could in the face, forgetting her brother’s threat. She just wanted Sora to
hurt and she was almost as good at casing pain as she was at mastering
pleasure. Sora clutched his brutalized face, whimpering in anguish, as Selphie
continued to rain the worst blows on his exposed body. She kicked him in the
genitals, in his vulnerable stomach, under his chin so that his teeth snapped
together and blood bloomed in his mouth, and crushed his fingers beneath her
heel.
Then, when he was a bloodied mess, she left her vibrator in his bleeding ass
but removed the cock ring. His member remained hard between his legs and she
put her foot down on it, hurting him worse than he deserved, but she didn’t
care. When she was content that he knew his place, she gathered her things,
took his clothes so that he would have to remain naked, and stormed from the
room. The door slammed shut behind her and Sora curled up tighter, whimpering
in agony.
“Promised…” he whispered through his bloody split lips. “Promised not to… hurt
me… Lied… lied…” He gasped for breath, trying to soothe the anguish that was
eating him alive from the inside out. “Hurts so much inside and outside…
promised… Liars…!” He didn’t cry for Roxas, even as the darkness, betrayal, and
pain closed their clawed hands around his delicate body and fragile mind.
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***** What's to be Done with Precious Things? *****
WOOT! CELEBRATORY CHAPTER POSTING! I just, and I mean JUST, finished by
original story. Two hundred and fifty-six pages, people!
I rock!
Now, all I have to do is re-read and edit that WHOLE thing, but—hey—how hard
can that be, right? I just have to look for places where I wrote “hat” instead
of “that.” You all know me and the stupid errors I make.
So, WHOOT WHOOT, The Breaking of Poisonwood is finished being written! Yes!
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When King Riku entered Sora Sky’s room the next morning, he came across a sight
he had not expected in his wildest nightmares or most erotic wet-dreams. He had
expected to find Sora bound to the bed, writhing in whatever pleasured toyed-
with state Selphie had left him in, maybe she had left a little vibrator inside
him or one of her juicy toys wrapped around his member. He had expected to find
Sora lying on the floor covered in semen and pleasuring himself, moaning and
sobbing like an animal, reduced to that because Selphie was a master of
pleasure. Riku had even expected to find Sora and Selphie still together, still
fucking, tangled in the bed’s silken sheets.
Instead, he discovered Sora lying on the hardwood floor in a puddle of blood.
His beautiful porcelain-pale body was naked, stained with bruises, and one of
Selphie’s little vibrators was pushed up into his violated ass. It was buzzing
like an angry bee and the muted pleasure had hardened Sora’s member slightly
though he wouldn’t rise to the pleasure and was completely still. He looked
like a shattered porcelain doll, so broken, so damaged, completely destroyed,
inside and out.
“Shit!” Riku swore because it was apparent that Selphie had hurt Sora
regardless of what Riku had told her. Not only that, but it looked like she had
hurt him badly.
The dark king dashed to Sora’s side, knelt, and carefully pulled the little
pink peanut from the poor youth’s reamed ass. Sora made a small sound of
anguish and flinched. Riku hurled the thing across the room and gathered Sora
up in his arms like he was dealing with a very small and very injured child.
“Shit, are you alright?” he asked.
Sora’s blue eyes flickered open, but slammed shut like steel doors, emotionless
and dark. “Yes. I’m just fine,” he said coldly and shifted in Riku’s arms as if
to escape, but it hurt him too much and he was forced to lay still.
“You don’t look fine,” Riku said softly and gingerly touched a big black bruise
on Sora’s face.
Sora winced and bit his lip to hold back a whimper of pain. Blood between his
tightly-pressed pale lips, trailing down from the corner of his mouth.
“Tell me the truth,” Riku said firmly.
“I’m fine,” Sora repeated and squeezed his eyes shut in pain. He licked his
blood-red mouth. It looked like he had bitten his tongue.
Riku dug his fingers into the soft already-bruised flesh of Sora’s arms and
hissed, “Are you alright? Tell me the truth or I’ll…” Riku lost the threat in
his mouth. What more could he do to Sora? Fuck him harder when his body was
already torn apart at the seams? Hurt him when he was already beaten black and
blue? Starve him or make him suffer of thirst? Burn him with embers from the
hearth?
Even though Riku’s threat remained nameless, Sora still spoke. After a long
moment, he sucked in a deep breath and whispered in the coldest voice, “I’m
alright. You’ve only beaten and raped me! I’m just fine!” Sora wrest himself
out of Riku’s arms, managed to stand, and staggered away. Blood ran down his
thighs, slow and half-clotted. He clutched one of the posters of the bed, tried
to remain standing, but finally slid to his knees.
“I’ll keep Selphie away from you,” Riku promised.
Sora shook his head. “You’re a liar… She’s hurt me already.”
“I see that, precious.”
Sora whipped his head in Riku’s direction, boring holes into the dark king with
his beautiful sky-blue eyes. “Why do you call me that?! Why?! Aren’t you
supposed to love and cherish, protect and care for precious things?! Why are
you hurting me like this?! Why are you trying to break me?!” He put his face in
his hands and began to sob. “Why? Why would you rape me? Why would she beat
me?” His voice cracked and broke like shattering glass. “What did I do? What
have I done wrong?” He hugged himself, sobbing into his hands.
Riku gazed despairingly at his war-prize. Finally, he stood from his crouched
position and closed the space between himself and tragically-lovely Sora.
“Listen to me, Selphie was not supposed to hurt you. She did wrong and I will
punish her for it,” he said.
Sora shuddered. “And then she will punish me because you punished her. I’ll
just be hurt more for her anger. Please, don’t…”
“I have to punish her. I am king and I must enforce my power,” Riku explained.
Sora still shivered, covering his face with his legs pressed close to hide his
damaged body.
“Really, she won’t hurt you again. I won’t share you with her anymore,” Riku
continued.
“So only you will hurt me,” Sora whispered and nodded to himself as if agreeing
with this. His creamy lids were closed over those beautiful eyes, but his eyes
were quivering beneath them as if he was having nightmares.
Riku reached out and touched him, but Sora flinched away. His nudity was
suddenly horrible to look at. All the deep dark bruises and blood so exposed to
Riku’s eyes, making him very aware of the broken promise that should have meant
nothing to him. Why did he suddenly care so much that Sora Sky, Roxas the
Fair’s worthless slave, had been lied to and was badly hurt because of it? Riku
himself had intended to violate and damage Sora. Why did it suddenly matter so
much? Carefully, Riku shrugged out of his velvet cloak and wrapped Sora’s naked
brutalized body in it.
“I’m sorry,” Riku murmured and gently lifted Sora onto the plush bed.
Sora’s scant weight barely shifted the mattress and he immediately curled
around himself, clutching the cloak to his bare chest. “Please, don’t… don’t
take me right now… It hurts to breathe and I can’t… I can’t take it if you…
tear me apart…” he pleaded in slow labored breaths.
“Hurts to breathe?” Riku repeated. He reached out and touched Sora’s ribcage
through the velvet cloak.
With a yelp of agony, Sora shoved Riku’s hand away. The wild shove was a little
too powerful in Sora’s blind panic and his hand slapped over Riku’s pale face
with a loud crack. Sora knew he had done wrong immediately and cowered into the
bed as Riku raised a hand to touch his stinging cheek. “Please, I’m so sorry!
I’m sorry!” Sora sobbed.
Riku had never been struck before. Never!
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
Rage bubbled through his chest and he felt his blood begin to boil. No one
struck a king! No one challenged a king’s will, especially not Riku’s! No one
refused Riku what he wanted! Ever! Even with sweet Sora begging for forgiveness
and the shameful thoughts from only a moment before racing through his head,
Riku still couldn’t stop. He yanked the velvet cloak away from Sora’s naked
body and pinned him to the mattress with the other hand.
“Please, don’t! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Sora sobbed and hopelessly pushed
against Riku’s chest with his small white hands.
As he had the first time Riku had taken him, he grabbed Sora’s wrists and
pinned them painfully. Sora was sobbing as Riku forced his way between his
slender thighs, bruising into his soft flesh with sharp bony hips, groped his
fly down, and released his stone-hard dick. There had been lubricant and some
painful preparation the last time, but this time, Riku just slammed brutally
into Sora with pure cruelty, hatred, and rage.
Sora screamed!
If it had hurt before, the pain was far beyond excruciating now. Blackness
crept in on the edges of Sora’s vision and the pain almost made him black out.
Spots danced in front of his eyes, clouding his vision, even Riku’s aroused
terrible face above him. Riku’s hard hands on his tender battered member,
squeezing cruelly, brought him back into his body with a shuddering jolt. His
own scream was still echoing in his ears and he felt his eyes burning with
tears.
Riku slammed into him harder, as if intentionally causing pain. He was
grunting, his open mouth pressed to Sora’s throat, and he bit carefully at the
racing pulse there yet didn’t break the thin skin. He sucked hard, creating a
heavy black-red hickey. Sora sobbed, squirming, but it only hurt him more to
resist so he stopped struggling beneath Riku’s onslaught. Crying and letting
out small sounds of agony, he allowed Riku to ravage him like a beast to a
small vulnerable rabbit.
Suddenly, there was an even sharper splitting tearing agony in his ass and
Riku’s thrusts grew smoother and easier.
“What the…?” Riku muttered and pulled back to look between Sora’s legs. “Shit,
blood!”
Sora sobbed and tried to draw his legs to his chest, tried to get away from
Riku, but every movement only brought him more pain. The anguish of breathing
was still spiking through him, tearing him apart while agony speared up through
his reamed rectum. He was dying from both ends.
Blood…?
“Shit, I’ll get something for that,” Riku said, but for a moment, he didn’t
leave. He remained standing at the side the bed, grunting and panting, but Sora
didn’t look to see what he was doing. Then, finally, something hot and sticky
splattered on Sora’s exposed body. Then, again, Riku covered Sora’s body with
his velvet cloak and suddenly blew from the room like a gust of wind.
Once Sora was alone in the empty room, trembling with cold and fear and pain,
he gently touched the place where Riku had been. He felt torn flesh and when he
looked at his hand he found a lot of shiny blood and some semen on his
fingertips. That wetness and heat had also been Riku coming on his body, having
jerked himself off to finish even though Sora was bleeding on the bed before
him. Sora let out a sob of despair.
For a long time, he lay in that room, bleeding and alone.
Then, the door creaked open and a slender young woman stepped into the room.
She was wearing a maid’s uniform, carrying a small kit under her arm, and had a
small round tray with something steaming on it. Her ruby tresses were scraped
back into a sloppy bun, her twilight-colored eyes had dark circles underneath
them, and she had a small cut in the corner of her mouth as if someone had
punched her, but the wound looked old. Silently, she approached him and knelt
beside the bed.
“Sora Sky?” she whispered.
He whimpered and curled in tighter on himself.
“I’m here to help you. I’ll make you feel better,” she whispered and gently
reached out to touch him.
At the words Selphie had spoken to him only the night before, Sora sobbed and
flinched away from her. “Please, don’t…! I’m… I’m bleeding!”
“I know,” the maid whispered. “I have medicine. Please, let me help you.”
“Medicine?” he whispered.
“Yes.”
“You’re not going to… fuck me?”
“No.” Her voice was so soft and sweet that he had to believe her.
He rolled over on the bed and faced her, tangled in the velvet cloth. Her face
was gentle and she looked as if she had been hurt and didn’t want to cause
anyone else any pain. His cerulean eyes welled with desperate tears and he
begged her, “Please, help me.”
She dipped her head in a nod and gently peeled the cloak away from his body,
revealing all of his beautiful nudity and painful wounds. Then, she saw the
blood on the coverlet and on his fingerprinted thighs and whispered, “Where are
you bleeding?”
He turned his face away, ashamed.
“Did the king… or Lady Selphie… rape you?”
Sora shuddered.
“Please, I know this will be hard for you, but please spread your legs for me,”
she murmured.
He whimpered and squeezed his thighs together tightly.
She laid a gentle hand on his quivering belly, soothing him. “It’s alright. I’m
not going to hurt you,” she whispered.
After a long moment’s hesitation, he parted his thighs for her, revealing his
most abused place. She sucked in a small gasp and he hid his face.
“Is it that bad?”
The maid didn’t answer. She only silently took a small jar from the little kit
she had brought and scooped a little out with her index finger. “I don’t want
to cause you any pain,” she said, “but this will probably hurt regardless of
how gentle I am.”
Sora fisted his hands in the sheets, but nodded to her. “I’m ready,” he
whispered.
The maid dipped her head, crimson locks feathering against her pale cheeks.
Gingerly, she applied the ointment to his reamed rectum. Even so, he let out a
small whimper of agony as she applied it to his tattered flesh. Slowly, a cool
numbing sensation spread from whatever she had applied to him and he let out a
small sigh of strangled relief.
“Is that better?” she whispered.
“Yes,” he murmured. “Will you… put some inside me?”
“I shouldn’t.” She sounded unspeakably nervous.
“Please, it hurts on the inside,” he begged.
Sora felt her breath on his skin, warm and light, and her hand hesitated where
she was gingerly cupping the swell of his ass. Then, carefully, she pushed her
slender finger into him, stroking the ointment over his clenching ragged walls.
Finally, he could breathe and the pain was not so intense.
“Are you hurt anywhere else?” she asked him.
“It hurts to breathe,” he whispered.
She touched his chest, running her hands over the smooth sculpted muscles and
the bruises on him. His flesh was smooth and soft and blessedly warm. Then, her
fingers found a broken rib and he let out a small shriek of pain. Carefully,
she put her palm over the broken bone and pressed until she felt it slide back
into place, fitting neatly against the cracked moorings. She shushed him,
stroking the bruised curvature of his ribcage with her fingertips while
reaching for something from the small kit she had brought. Then, she carefully
helped him sit up and wrapped his chest with a length of cotton cloth, keeping
the injury tight and secure and much less painful.
“Is that better?” she asked and helped him lay back against the pillows. She
tenderly pulled the velvet cloak around his body, smoothing it against his thin
frame.
“Yes,” he breathed.
For a moment, they remained in silence. He was lying on the bed and she was
kneeling at his side. Then, suddenly, she stood up and clutched the kit to her
chest.
“I brought you some tea. There’s a special herb in it to help you sleep and to
take away some of the pain. It promotes healing,” she said and handed him the
warm crockery mug that she had carried in on her tray. “I wanted to bring you
some clothes, but it’s not allowed.”
“Not allowed?” he repeated and gathered Riku’s red velvet cloak against his
body, clutching it as if it was about to be torn away.
She shook her head. “King Riku and Lady Selphie have many pets that I tend
after they have been…” She wet her pink lips nervously, glancing over Sora’s
brutalized form “…after they have been… violated,” she said finally. “They like
them naked,” she whispered, “so that they may be taken on a moment’s notice.”
Sora shuddered.
“I’m sorry. I have to go,” the maid said, stepping away from the bed.
“Wait, please, what’s your name?” Sora whispered.
He was so desperate for a friend in this horrible place that he was grasping
for anyone who would show him even a scrap of kindness, a shred of tenderness,
or even a false gentle touch. The maid hesitated, looked back at him, shook her
head violently, and left the cool bedroom. In the hearth, the wood popped and
cracked. Sora lowered his face, tears gathering in his cerulean eyes, and a
strangled sob sneaked from his throat. The door creaked open and he glimpsed
the soft sad profile of the maid’s face.
“My name is Kairi,” she said. Then, the door closed soundly again and he was
alone with his brutalized body.
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***** A Sort of Compromise: Riku's Deal *****
Editing is lame and it takes FOREVER! Hopefully it gets easier as I get farther
along. Grah…
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King Riku came in late that night with some dinner for Sora—a thin broth, some
cool water, a slice of bread in case he was very hungry, and a little sweet
fruit because someone was soft and frail as Sora must like grapes. Earlier,
after he had once again raped Sora, he had sent in his little doctor-maid to
tend his bleeding ass. By the state of Sora, curled safely on the bed and
deeply asleep, she had done a very good job. (Riku wondered halfheartedly how
she always managed to soothe his injured screaming brutalized pets, but he
would never really know why nor did he really care.) Gently, he woke Sora and
set the tray of supper down on the nightstand while he waited for the boy to
stir. Finally, Sora’s blue eyes fluttered open, unfocused with the vestiges of
sleep for a moment, and then he gazed up at Riku with unadulterated terror and
hugged himself tightly.
Riku shushed him. “I’m not here to hurt you right now,” he whispered as if Sora
was a kitten about to flee from his hands.
Sora closed his eyes, hugging the blood-red velvet cloak against his naked
body.
“I brought you some dinner,” Riku continued. “Are you hungry?”
Sora shook his head.
“You should eat,” Riku said. “You’re thin already.”
Sora shuddered. “I… I can’t eat…”
“Why not?” Riku snapped. Who was this toy to rebuff his kindness? He did not
dole out kindness very often and he was used to it being sucked up like water
in a desert by his desperate pets.
Sora cringed into the blood- and semen-stained sheets. “I… I feel sick… If I
eat, I’ll only throw up,” he whispered.
Riku’s black heart softened around the edges. “Why do you feel sick? Are you
sick?”
Sora shook his head. “I just… I keep feeling—” he glanced up at Riku through
his slender fingers “—you inside me.”
“Fine,” Riku said fiercely. How dare Sora say that sex with him was sickening?!
Then, Riku recalled Sora’s body tearing around him because the sex was so
brutal and forced. Riku had never torn anyone apart like that before. Never…!
After a moment of sharp considering silence, Riku said finally, “Don’t eat
then!”
The beautiful youth shuddered and then brokenly whispered, “Are you going to…
to rape me now?”
“Do you want me to?” he snarled.
Sora sobbed. “No, please, no…”
Riku stared at Sora in silence for a moment. Then, he murmured, “Would you like
to make a deal?”
Sora was silent, shivering against the mattress.
“Well, would you like to make a deal?!”
“W-what is it?”
“A week of no violence towards you,” Riku said flatly. “There will be no rape,
no sucking, no toys, no vibrators, no touching, no beating, no nothing. You
will see me three times a day for meals and then I will leave. Selphie will not
come in under any circumstances. You will be completely safe and you will not
be hurt.”
“W-what do you want?” Sora whispered.
Riku paused. What did he want? He hesitated, looking at Sora’s cowering figure.
Then, he murmured, “To hold you.”
Sora jolted as if struck and his eyes snapped open like blinds in a cartoon.
Desperately, he clutched the velvet cloak to his chest. “W-why would you want
that?”
Riku recoiled. Then, he snapped, “I don’t need to tell you anything. Do you
want to make the deal? I’ll leave you alone tonight either way, but tomorrow—”
He ran his hand up Sora’s body, stroking the few inches of exposed flesh and
pressing cruelly down where he knew the broken rib was.
Sora cried out in pain, squirming beneath the bigger man’s touch, but Riku only
bore down harder on him.
“You’ll be fair game,” Riku said with a smirk. Then, he stopped touching Sora
and turned away.
As expected, Sora called out desperately to him. “Please, wait! I… I want to
make that deal… with you, please,” he whispered. “I… I don’t want to be hurt…”
Riku smiled and sat down on the bed beside Sora’s body. Shivering, Sora wrapped
himself in the velvet cloak, sat up, and pressed himself into the headboard.
Riku made himself comfortable, propping up pillows behind his back and
stretching out his legs. Then, he gathered Sora up in his arms. The boy was
stiff and quivering like a small beaten animal, but what had Riku expected? Did
he honestly expect Sora to be soft and limber, pliable and warm in his arms,
like a woman besotted with him? No, he had beaten and raped the young man.
Even so, Riku forced Sora to lay flush against him and slipped his hand down
the back of the velvet cloak, touching Sora’s bare flesh. A few bruises had
turned into hard knots and he could feel broken flesh, jagged cuts, and welts
from Selphie’s vicious kicks. Sora didn’t make a sound, but Riku extracted his
hand. He gently rubbed Sora’s back over the cloak, creating a pleasant warm
friction up and down the quivering boy’s body.
Sora began to relax. Not a lot, but a little.
He had missed this, Sora realized. He had missed being close to someone, close
to Roxas and the maids in the white castle. He missed the little birds that
would land on his outstretched hands or the fish that would nibble his fingers
at the pond. Even though Sora had never liked being touched, he realized now
that he missed it. He missed contact—gentle touches, handshakes, hugs, a small
kiss on the cheek from a grateful child, Roxas’s soft fingers through his hair
sometimes, a maid touching his shoulder as she walked by. He just missed being
close and being touched. He didn’t like this pain and he missed kind physical
contact.
So, as much as he feared Riku and as much pain as he was in, he felt himself
begin to relax. His eyes fluttered closed and he laid his head against Riku’
chest, hearing the gentle heartbeat beneath the flesh and bone. A small content
sigh escaped him.
For what felt like an eternity, they lay together like that.
Then, suddenly, Riku pushed Sora over. Startled, Sora limply allowed Riku to
reposition him until his face was pushed into the sheets while Riku’s arms held
him trapped and tangled in the velvet cloak. He was pinned and he couldn’t
escape. What was Riku going to do to him?!
Immediately, Sora began to sob and cry, pushing weakly against Riku’s chest.
“Please, please, you said you wouldn’t hurt me…”
“Calm down. I’m not going to. I was only uncomfortable in that position,” Riku
said.
Sora let out a shuddering sigh. His fingers were like knots on the velvet
cloak, white and bloodless, and he was taking in a lot of quick ragged breaths.
Riku began to stroke his back again, trying to soothe the beautiful little
creature he was holding. Even so, Sora’s body remained stone-hard and tense
against Riku’s.
“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. We made a deal, remember?” Riku said, but
Sora only forced his breathing to grow deep and slow.
The back of Sora’s neck was tender and thin. The knobs of his spine jutted out
against his porcelain pale flesh and the veins were a beautiful silvery map
beneath the skin. Some silky chocolate hairs were lying against the warm
vulnerable flesh there, soft as spider’s woven silk. Gently, Riku put his lips
there, kissing Sora’s neck. His tongue snaked out and licked gingerly at the
sweat that had gathered there. A shiver ran through Sora, but Riku only suckled
at the sensitive skin. Sora tasted so sweet, so innocent, so precious, and now
he was all Riku’s. He let out a small cry and pressed against Riku though he
couldn’t be sure whether it was in pleasure or unhappiness.
“Relax,” Riku breathed into him and licked just behind Sora’s tender earlobe,
suckling lightly. Then, he gently bit the flesh of Sora’s throat.
“Please, please,” Sora gasped and Riku could taste the thrum of his voice.
“Don’t… you promised… not to—not to hurt me.”
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Riku snapped. “Why is that so hard to believe?”
Sora shuddered.
Riku tightened his arms around Sora until the boy yelped from the pressure on
his broken rib. “I would beat the shit out of any whore who dared say that to
me! Making it sound as if I would go back on my word!” He dug his hands into
Sora’s arms.
“Please, please, don’t hurt me…!”
Riku forcefully loosened his grasp on Sora and pushed him away. “Roll over,” he
ordered.
Trembling, Sora carefully shifted. He was cocooned in the velvet cloak, only
his fingers and pale face poking out. His face was lined with fears, those
cerulean eyes of his looked like pieces of sunny sky, and he was biting his
already damaged mouth.
Riku put his fingers to Sora’s cheek.
Sora squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered.
After a long threatening moment, Riku pulled his hand away. “Know that I could
have hurt you right now, for what you did, but I did not. Our deal stands—for a
week, there will be no violence towards you,” Riku hissed through clenched
teeth. He got up from the bed, marched away, and yanked open the door. “Eat
your dinner. No excuses,” he snapped. Then, he slammed the door so hard that
the foundation of the castle shook.
…
Sora woke the next morning cold and hurting. Whatever Kairi had given him—the
tea and the ointment—had worn off. Whimpering, he crawled from the bed and made
his slow pained way to the bathroom. After a moment’s hesitation, he ran hot
water in the shower, slithered out of the velvet cloak, refused to look at his
naked damaged body in the mirror, and stepped beneath the spray of heat and
comfort. The hot water ran over his bruises, cuts, and other injuries and he
choked back a scream of agony. Thankfully, the pain only lasted a moment and
then faded to a dull throb.
Blissfully, he ran his hands through hair and over his battered flesh. He hated
to see what swirled down the drain—blood and semen—and squeezed his eyes shut.
Would all this pain ever end? Or was he doomed to be a sex-toy to cruel violent
people for the rest of his life? Shuddering, Sora hugged himself and tried to
think of Roxas, tried to think of happy things, but they all evaded him. All he
could remember was Riku plowing into him so brutally, tearing him apart, and
covering him with semen like he meant nothing.
Slowly, touching all the wounds that marred his body. Roxas, in a moment of
love and confession, had once told Sora that his body was beautiful, that all
of him was beautiful. Sora still remembered all the wonderful words Roxas had
used—creamy skin, luscious lips, chocolate tresses, porcelain ribs, sexy, soft,
beautiful, lovely, precious friend. I love you, Sora… Even so, he couldn’t make
himself love his white king no matter how much he knew Roxas wished it. Now,
selfishly, he wished he had given Roxas all of himself so that Riku couldn’t
have taken him away. If he had loved Roxas, there was no way Roxas would ever
have given him up. He would still be safe at home in the white kingdom of King
Roxas the Fair. Instead, selflessly, he had come here to King Riku’s black
castle.
Shuddering, Sora covered his face with his hands and forced himself not to cry.
Even so, the sobs wracked him and he slowly slumped to his knees. Curled
beneath the warm water, Sora had never felt so dirty and used. He lay there in
the bottom of the shower until the water turned cold. Then, he still continued
to lie there.
There was a small knock on the bathroom door and Riku’s voice came through,
“Sora?”
Sora shoved his fingers into his mouth to stifle his cries, but he heard the
door open and Riku’s loud footsteps.
“I brought breakfast. I’m leaving now,” Riku said flatly. “The week of our deal
starts today. It’s Friday, just so you can keep track.”
A sob escaped Sora—a mewl of despair and hopelessness.
Riku yanked back the shower curtain and stared down at Sora’s crumpled naked
body. The dark king’s mouth watered at the sight. Sora’s porcelain-pale flesh
was covered in bruises, welts, and cuts. His eyes were red and swollen from
crying. He even had his fingers pushed into his mouth, stifling his cries. Riku
wanted to take Sora right then. He wanted it so badly that he could practically
taste Sora’s flesh in his mouth. He imagined tearing him from the floor of the
tub, slamming his sharp hips into the vanity, bending him over the sink, and
fucking him until the floor was covered in Sora’s blood and Riku’s own expelled
semen. Then, he would throw Sora down into it and the boy would be as beautiful
as a painting by one of his masters.
But the deal stayed his body.
That and the slow small amount of blood that was seeping from Sora’s violated
asshole.
Instead, he reached into the shower and shut off the flow of ice-cold water.
Sora remained crumpled in the bottom, shuddering so hard that Riku could hear
his bones knocking together. Riku took Sora by his arm, shocked by how cold the
boy’s flesh was, and dragged him from the tub.
“What are you doing?” Riku demanded. “Your body’s like ice.”
Sora sobbed, but his fingers in his mouth muffled the cries. Saliva slowly ran
from the corner of Sora’s lips and tears flooded his eyes.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Riku said and pulled Sora’s hand from his mouth.
“What are you doing? Why are you crying?”
Sora didn’t say, but those blue eyes rolled up in his head. His eyes were
nothing but deep unnerving bloodshot whites and then his body crumpled like
folded paper. The only thing that stopped him from slamming into the tile floor
was Riku’s hold on his arm.
“Damn,” Riku swore.
Cautiously, he scooped Sora up in his arms, but realized the boy was still
frozen and wet. Annoyed, he grabbed a towel from the rack and violently dried
him with much rubbing and shaking. Then, he hung up the towel, lifted Sora
again, and carried him to the bed. For a moment, Riku didn’t want to lay the
boy down of the soiled sheets, but he couldn’t very well stand here holding him
all afternoon. So Riku toed back the sheets and deposited Sora in the cleanest
stretch of bed. With a whimper, Sora began to shiver once the heat of Riku’s
body was taken from him. Annoyed at his own soft heartedness, Riku pulled the
red velvet cloak from where it was heaped on the floor and covered Sora’s naked
battered body.
“Sleep, stupid precious,” Riku muttered and pushed some damp hair out of Sora’s
pale face. The boy’s lips looked so soft and inviting, so supple and lush, and
he was unconscious. Surely, just one kiss wouldn’t hurt, right…? Especially
since Sora wouldn’t know about it. Riku wet his own mouth and then leaned in on
Sora’s vulnerable form. He cautiously kissed Sora, snaking out his tongue to
taste the half-open cavern, and relished Sora’s almost-virgin sweetness. Then,
he pulled away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
In his sleep, Sora began to cry and Riku quickly retreated from the room.
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***** Sora's Desperate Loneliness *****
It’s so hot here—rainy and humid.
People keep asking me for a link to my original story and I’m not posting it on
the internet. I’m going to attempt to PUBLISH it. So, I’ll keep you all abreast
of the situation!
This is kind of a filler chapter, FYI.
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King Riku had tied Sora’s beautiful milk-pale bird-thin frail wrists behind his
back, so tight that the flesh was red and the skin beneath the bonds was
wearing bloody and thin. Sora was naked, pushed back against the chest of a
shadowy figure whose face Roxas couldn’t see. Sora’s entire milk-pale body was
black and blue and red—bruises, cuts, welts, burns, scratches, hickeys, and
other terrible marks. In front of Sora, curved clawed fingers wrapped around
the boy’s delicate member, the dark King Riku knelt. He, too, was naked and he
had a thick wooden phallus beside his knee, waiting patiently like a
carnivorous creature about to be fed.
“No…” Sora sobbed. His face was streaked with tears and there was some blood in
the corner of his mouth. He looked so hopeless, so helpless, so vulnerable, and
Riku was going to rape him. Riku was going to rape Roxas’s sweet precious
delicate would-never-hurt-a-fly Sora Sky.
It wasn’t fair!
“No! Don’t touch him!” Roxas wanted to shout, but his voice was trapped in his
chest with horror. He could barely breathe, none the less scream out his
panicked protest.
Riku grinned meanly over his shoulder at Roxas, white teeth flashing like fangs
in the darkness of the room. Then, he leaned down over Sora’s smooth thin white
thighs, forced them apart viciously so that Sora’s hips cracked, and spread
Sora’s legs high and apart. Sora shuddered and shivered, sobbing and
whimpering. Riku’s claw-like fingers carved a path through Sora’s flesh, raking
it to redness and blood. Those terrible hands were cupping Sora’s pale soft
ass, thumbs pushing through the cleft, spreading his cheeks, and baring his
small puckered asshole.
Sora sobbed harder, his beautiful cerulean eyes squeezing tightly closed in
terror. He bit his lip until more blood bloomed on his soft pink lips, running
down his chin, and down his thin quivering throat. The beat of his pulse there
was like a race. “Please, please, don’t… No…” he sobbed. “Please, no more… I
can’t—I can’t take anymore…”
Riku wrapped his fist around Sora’s member and pulled harshly so that Sora let
out a sharp cry. From somewhere, Riku produced a bottle of thick smeary white
lubricant that Roxas realized was only semen in a jar and spread it lewdly
across Sora’s tender asshole. He pushed two fingers in almost immediately,
scissoring Sora cruelly so that the precious boy sobbed and writhed, but the
shadowy figure behind him only held his narrow skull-like shoulders tighter.
“Don’t!” Roxas shouted, his voice breaking through the silence.
Riku grinned at him, teeth sharp and dangerous.
But Sora’s face lifted, hope touching the depths of his eyes, and he whispered,
“Roxas…”
The hope and happiness only lasted a moment in his beautiful face because Riku
grabbed that thick wooden phallus and shoved it brutally into his soft
quivering body. Sora’s flesh rent and tore. Crimson blood gushed across the
white sheets, staining them beyond repair, just like Sora’s broken body.
Sora was biting his lip desperately, eyes squeezed tightly shut, and he was
managing to remain silent.
Riku’s mean face quirked, lips pulling back over his teeth. Then, grinning at
Roxas because Sora’s eyes were closed, he grabbed the phallus and twisted it,
ramming it harder and deeper into Sora and at an unnatural angle. That was the
end of Sora’s resistance—his head tipped back, pale beautiful throat exposed
for tearing teeth and blood-red lips.
He screamed!
He screamed for Roxas!
King Roxas the Fair woke with a start in his gigantic empty bed. There was a
horrified scream caught in his throat, trapped like a small injured animal. It
had only been a nightmare, he realized, and pressed a hand to his sweaty
forehead. Thank God, it was only a nightmare.
The sheets were cool and crisp and perfect and he reached out to the empty
space where Sora occasionally slept. And he used the word ‘occasionally’ very
lightly. Sora had slept in his bed with him maybe… twice, if that. Even so,
Roxas regarded it as Sora’s place in his bed. A few times, Roxas had taken
lovers in his bed with him, but even then he wouldn’t let them sleep where Sora
had twice slept. He made them sleep where he always slept and lay in Sora’s
place on his bed.
There was something about Sora, about the way he moved, about the things Sora
touched or looked at or smiled at. He so beautiful and so innocent and so hurt
that Roxas felt as if he should never be harmed or even touched against his
will. The few times Roxas had touched Sora and Sora hadn’t pulled away from
him, he recalled Sora’s thin skin as being like living-velvet—so soft and
tender and supple. Sora was like an angel cast down by God to teach people how
to be gentle and careful again.
And now, that angel had been thrown at the feet of cruel King Riku.
Shuddering, Roxas sat up in his bed, letting the sheets slip down to rest in
his lap. He shivered, horrible vestiges of the nightmare still hanging around
his shoulders. Silently, he slipped from his bed and went to stand at the
window, looking out over Sora’s small burgeoning garden. The emptiness where
Sora used to be was so painful and raw. Even worse was Roxas’s fear.
What was Riku doing to his Sora? Was he beating him? Raping him? Torturing him?
Even crueler and more imaginative things? Things Roxas didn’t even wish to
think of?
Roxas shuddered, resting his palms on the sill. “Sora,” he whispered and the
name was swept up easily with the beauty of the night. He gazed up at the
endless blanket of stars, wishing there was something he could do to help Sora,
even something small. “What can I do?” Roxas admired the beautiful garden,
shook his head, and returned to his bed.
For a moment, he gazed at everything in his chambers. He remembered all the
things that Sora had touched so carefully and gently, like everything was
sacred. Sora’s happy little childish smile when he had flowers or one of his
favorite butterscotch candies or managed to make one of the sweet maids laugh
or even tripped. Sora was such a precious angel.
Roxas’s eyes came to rest on his roll-top desk. In a small woven basket on the
desk was a small stack of letters that Sora had written to Roxas when he
couldn’t put his feelings into his voice without crying or breaking down.
Sora’s lovely letters that entailed his horrific past or his happiness or his
fears…
“A letter,” Roxas whispered. “I can send Sora a letter.” Then, he smiled softly
at the memory of Sora sitting at his desk, tilting his head up at Roxas and
smiling. He had had ink on his sun-kissed face from his writing, but now…
Roxas’s smile faded. Now, Sora wouldn’t have ink on his face anymore. Roxas was
almost certain that Sora’s beautiful face was covered in bruises.
…
The week of no violence, though wonderful, passed in a slow monotony for Sora
Sky. He woke a few hours before Riku brought in breakfast and passed the time
pacing the bedroom and adjoining bathroom, swaddled tightly in the red velvet
cloak and still naked beneath it. Then, he ate whatever Riku brought for him.
Sometimes, afterwards, he was violently sick, but most times he wasn’t. Then,
he would shower until the water grew cold. Riku would bring lunch and Sora
would sit on the bed staring out the single window until dinner. Then, he
slept, woke, and the day repeated.
Sora was impossibly lonely.
He was getting to the point where he would do almost anything for a little
companionship. He was inches from begging Riku to talk to him when he brought
meals, but the dark king was always dead-silent and stone-faced. No maids came
in. The maid who had tended him when he had been bleeding, Kairi, did not come
in again.
Sora was crushingly desperately alone.
…
Kairi ducked into the harem room with her kit tucked neatly under one arm and a
basket of bandages and healing herbs in the other. Lady Selphie had been at it
again. Apparently, her rage at being banned from the war-prize of her
brother’s—Roxas the Fair’s sweet slave, Sora Sky—had been incredibly volatile.
She had pushed far too many toys into one poor woman and she had torn slightly.
The girl, a lovely dark-haired blue-eyed beauty with porcelain-pale skin, was
lying on a mass of velvet pillows. She had some cloth pressed between her legs.
“Kairi,” she murmured when she saw the doctor-maid. “Thank goodness you’ve
come.”
Kairi knelt down, inspecting the other girl with professional eyes. “Are you in
a lot of pain?”
“Actually, it’s better now.”
Kairi sat back. “Now?”
The girl nodded. “Yeah, it’s messed up, but she was hurting me more with her
toys than it hurt just to be ripped and sent out. The pain is almost a
blessing. It got me out of her room,” she whispered.
Kairi touched her knees gently. “It doesn’t look that bad. I’ll give you
something hot to drink and you should rest,” she said.
The beautiful girl caught Kairi’s hand and gazed at her with those blue eyes.
“You saw the war-prize, didn’t you?”
Kairi pulled away. “Yes, I did.”
“That means he was hurt? Lady Selphie hurt him, didn’t she?”
Kairi rolled her shoulders and thought about how much she should say while she
brewed the herbal tea. The young women and boys of the harem were hopeless
gossipers, but what else did they have to do in their spare time. She knew
everything she told them would make its way through the ranks of the castle and
it was a marvel that Lady Selphie hadn’t been boasting about what she had done.
King Riku had probably threatened her. Kairi chewed her lip and poured the tea
into a ceramic mug that she carried in her first aid kit.
“Kairi, what’s he like?” There was something in the other girl’s voice that
made Kairi look up from her tea set.
“What do you mean?”
“I… I heard that he looks like an angel,” the other girl whispered. “Does he?
Is he that beautiful?”
Kairi’s mind flashed back to the broken creature lying on the soiled bed,
bleeding badly, torn and violated, raped beyond what she usually saw in the
harem. She remembered him lying on that bed, wrapped only in King Riku’s red-
velvet cloak. He had been so desperately afraid, sobbing and begging her to
help him once he decided she wasn’t there to rape him further. He had reminded
her of something when she saw him like that… Was it an angel? Was Sora Sky like
an angel?
“I don’t know,” Kairi said finally. There was something beautiful and gentle
about him, but she couldn’t explain exactly what it was. It was like he was…
too kind to be hurt like that, like hurting him so much should be a crime
punishable by death. “I don’t know…”
The other girl lowered her face, disappointed. “Lady Selphie said he was—”
Kairi cut her off. “Don’t,” she said sharply. Nothing Lady Selphie said would
be good to hear. “You shouldn’t talk like that. You of all people know what
it’s like.”
The other girl glowered, pursing her lips. “You don’t know what it’s like,
Kairi, so shut up.”
Kairi gathered up her first aid supplies and left the harem room. Outside, she
leaned against the wall and stifled a sob of despair. She did know what it was
like and that was one of her greatest secrets. Quickly, she composed herself
and hurried off down the hallway.
…
Riku brought in dinner, dropping it off and leaving quickly per usual. Sora
trailed after him, hoping the dark king would give him a word, but Riku left
like a breeze. It was almost as if he didn’t trust himself to be around Sora
and that frightened the young man, but he was almost ready to cut off his
fingers for some conversation.
He was so desperate.
“Please,” he whispered and pressed his face against the door. He hoped Riku
would hear him and come back to talk to him for even a moment. “Please,” he
murmured, but Riku did not return and Sora was alone in the bedroom.
X X X
Questions, comments, concerns?
***** Roxas the Fair's Tattered Letter *****
I had to grumble my way through this chapter—no sex, all character development
and boring crap. Blagh…! So, short chapter.
I have a nice idea for a Soul Eater story but if I get another story started,
I’ll play favorites. How much you want to bet I don’t last not posting it
anyway?
X X X
When Riku brought in breakfast the next morning, Sora was sitting on the
bed—waiting like a man condemned with his head dipped low and his lower lips
between his teeth, biting until it bled. He was still only wearing Riku’s red-
velvet cloak and was naked beneath it. (Yesterday, he had washed it in the sink
and locked himself in the bathroom until it was dry enough for him to wrap
himself in it again.) Silently and without even sparing his war-prize a glance,
Riku set the tray down on the bed beside Sora and turned to leave immediately.
Sora grabbed the dark king’s sleeve, desperately staring at the floor. “Please,
will you stay a moment?” he whispered.
Riku pulled sharply away. “No.” His voice was flat and uncaring.
Sora winced but plowed bravely on ahead—he was that desperate. “P-please, I’m
so alone,” he begged. “I just… I need someone to talk to.”
“Your week is almost up. Once it’s over, I’ll fuck you,” Riku paused to grin at
Sora’s stricken pale face, “and we can have a little pillow talk afterwards.”
Sora flinched, snatching his hands back against his chest. Even so, he wet his
bloody lips and begged, “Please.”
Riku turned and smirked at the cowering boy, one hand on his hip. “What? Are
you offering me your body if I’ll only stay and talk with you?”
Sora shivered, opened his cracked lips, and almost said yes. Almost! Then,
sharply, he shook his head and hugged himself tightly. “I was just hoping you’d
spare a moment,” he whispered. “I was hoping you had a heart.”
Riku barked a laugh at the poor tortured creature and slammed the bedroom door
behind him.
…
King Riku marched down the hall, trying to disguise the fact that his pants
were way too tight. God, Sora was so fucking sexy, especially when he looked as
if he was about to get on his knees and beg for something he truly wanted. Riku
was beginning to have some respect for King Roxas and his ability to resist
bending the boy over the most convenient surface and fucking his brains out.
Riku was inches from breaking their bargain just to rape that kid, but he was
proud of himself for not only resisting Sora’s charms but managing to be
bitingly cruel while his brain was on vacation in his pants.
“Well done,” he said to himself and adjusted his hard penis. Damn, he wanted to
ravage Sora again and right now, no one else would do so he would just have to
bear it.
“King Riku!”
The little doctor-maid—what was her name? Kami? Kathy? Kairi? Yeah, it was
Kairi—was walking towards him. Per usual, she had her medical kit under her arm
along with a small hand-woven bag she kept healing herbs in at her hip, but she
had a thick envelope in her hands and looked incredibly nervous.
“This came in the mail just now.”
“Oh?” Riku reached out his hands and she took a tremulous step back.
“It’s for Sora Sky.”
Riku’s jade eyes narrowed. “From who?”
“K-King Roxas,” she forced out.
Rage boiled in Riku’s guts. Had Roxas turned his little maid to his side from
even across their countries or was this Sora’s doing, conning her with those
big hurt eyes of his? “What did you say?” he growled at Kairi and she took a
step back, eyes going wide with fear. Her blood-colored hair plastered to the
sweat on her throat.
“I-I didn’t want to trouble you. I was just going to bring it to him—”
Riku’s hard hands around her throat, lifting her up and slamming her body into
the wall, broke her words off with a cry of pain. He got in her face, breath
hot and foul on her flesh and he put his knee into her stomach, crushing her.
“Please, my king,” she gasped out and desperately gripped his wrists.
The letter crumpled against his forearm like a moth trying to escape,
fluttering wings.
“Give me the letter.”
“Please, I’m sorry,” she whispered and put it in front of his face with a
shaking hand while the other desperately clutched his arm as he strangled her.
Riku took the letter, put her gently back on her feet, and stepped back.
Whimpering, the little maid touched her throat and glanced up at him with
grateful eyes—she didn’t like to be hurt and in that moment, her eyes reminded
him of Sora’s. Fresh rage boiled inside Riku’s skull and he struck her bitterly
across the face. With a cry, she crashed down on her hands and knees, didn’t
waste a moment to see if he was finished with her, and ran away. The scent of
her fear lingered in the still air.
Riku licked his lips and tore open the envelope. Sure enough, it was a letter
from King Roxas to Sora Sky—and it was a letter of glowing love and
encouragement by the looks of it. Disgusted, Riku tore the letter to shreds and
let the pieces lie there on the marble floor. Then, he stalked away.
…
Kairi peeked around the corner and saw the shreds of paper like feathers of a
slaughtered white dove and she felt that way about it too. What harm would it
have been to give poor Sora the letter from Roxas the Fair? She decided to give
him a piece of it. She couldn’t take the whole shredded thing because whoever
Riku had sent to clean it up would miss it, but a piece or two missing wouldn’t
even be noticed. Scurrying like a mouse, she took one large piece from the
ruins of Roxas’s love, clutched it against her chest so that she could feel her
fearful heart racing, and knocked lightly on Sora’s door.
“Who’s there?” he whispered and it sounded as if he was crouched just on the
other side, waiting like a gargoyle.
She didn’t answer, lest he spill her name to King Riku, but silently slid the
scrap of Roxas’s letter beneath the door. She heard him gasp for breath and
didn’t linger any longer. She ran away like a frightened child, clutching her
medical kit to her chest. Surely in this great Castle of Hell and Dark Stone
and Abuse, someone was in need of her care.
…
Sora lifted the fragment of Roxas’s torn letter with shaking hands, quickly
surmising what must have happened. Roxas must have written to him, but Riku
didn’t want him reading any of Roxas’s letters. Someone had slipped a shard of
it under the door for him—but who? It didn’t really matter. He was incredibly
happy just to have this. Silently, he cupped it in his palms like a precious
animal and read it over and over. A few words had been ripped off, but he could
guess what was written there.
You’ll be okay, precious. Just hold on. I love you.
They were small simple words, but they chased away the loneliness even a little
bit. Silently, Sora crouched with the shard of paper all afternoon until he
heard Riku’s key in the lock of his bedroom door. Then, with great anguish, he
threw the paper into the fire and pressed himself into the corner beside the
hearth, fearfully watching Riku. He didn’t want any of his happiness to show on
his face lest Riku rape or beat him again.
But Riku ignored him. He left dinner and stomped from the room.
Sora crouched in front of the fire again, wishing he hadn’t burned the letter.
He could have kept it and slept with it since Riku hadn’t even looked at him,
but it was gone now and he couldn’t get it back. Just like he couldn’t get his
old happy life with King Roxas back.
But he didn’t need the paper anyway. He remembered well what had been written
there in Roxas’s strong hand.
You’ll be okay, precious. Just hold on. I love you.
X X X
It’s so hot! How’s everybody doing?
Questions, comments, concerns?
***** Riku's Second Bargain *****
Inspiration for this chapter came from this beautifully drawn doujinshi called
“Crown.” It’s very cute and worth the read if you’re into that kind of stuff.
First two chapters and the fourth one are rated G, but the third and fifth are
definitely rated M for mature (major guy sex).
Link, remove spaces and *: h*t*t*p*://manga. animea. n*e*t/kingdom-hearts-dj-
crown. h*t*m*l
Whatever! Ugh, it’s so hot here! (As in weather, I feel like that might get
taken the wrong way in lieu of this chapter.)
X X X
The week of no violence ended today.
Shivering, Sora let Riku’s red-velvet cloak drop from his naked shoulders.
Then, he folded it neatly and set it at the foot of the bed with shaking hands.
He knew Riku was going to come in and rape him and there seemed to be no point
in resisting it. Maybe if he lay down for Riku, he wouldn’t hurt him so badly.
Sora pulled back the fresh sheets that had been put on the bed yesterday
special and slid into bed naked. Shivering, he waited for Riku to come into his
room like the monster from the closet and he didn’t have to wait long.
Riku came in wearing a dark blue robe of silk with his silver hair scraped back
from his face and a smirk on his lips. He looked as if he had just gotten out
of bed and come straight to Sora’s room—eager to fuck him after the week long
hiatus.
Trembling, Sora tucked his arms alongside his body and lay like a corpse in his
pretty coffin.
“Were you waiting for me?” Riku asked and leisurely unfastened the belt of his
robe. His cock was already a stiff and straining pole that jut out from his
body like the mast of a ship. If possible, it seemed even bigger and more
frightening than Sora remembered and the tip was already glistening with
precum.
Sora nodded slowly and tried to tear his eyes away from Riku’s dick. The
thought of that inside him… he almost felt sick.
“I was dreaming about you,” Riku purred. He approached the bed and slid over
Sora like a cat, lithe and regal. His dick rubbed Sora’s body through the
sheets, hard and hot and scary. Purring, Riku feathered his lips on Sora’s
throat, cheeks, ears, and finally kissed his chapped lips firmly. “I just had
to come in and take you as soon as I could. I warms my heart to know you were
waiting for me,” Riku purred and licked the shell of Sora’s ear.
With a jolt, Sora pulled his face away.
“You still don’t want this?” Riku asked. He had already though of a plan—a
fantastic new plan that would make Roxas die if he only knew about it.
Sora shook his head and Riku felt the poor boy trembling.
“I’ll make you a fresh deal, Sora Sky.”
“W-What is it?” Sora’s cerulean eyes brightened. Did he hope for another week
of no violence?
“Give your body over to me, let me pleasure you.”
Sora shuddered. “But…”
Riku shushed him. “If you really don’t want it, then this will be no trouble
for you. I will do that best I can to pleasure you and if I can’t make you cum
in half an hour, I will send you back to your King Roxas on the spot, no
strings attached.”
Sora’s sky-colored eyes darted away but Riku already saw the eager hope shining
in his pale bruised face.
“But, if I make you cum, we’ll have no more of this “I don’t want it”
nonsense,” Riku finished. “Do we have a deal?”
“If I don’t…” Sora hesitated, cheeks flushing a cute pink. “If I don’t… cum… is
the treaty still in effect? Will the war still be over?”
Riku smiled, leaned down, and kissed Sora deeply. When he drew away, strings of
saliva still connected their mouths but Sora pulled his head aside quickly,
breaking them. “Yes, precious,” Riku purred. “The treaty will still be in
effect. Your world will be safe.”
Sora licked his lips but realized his mouth was covered in Riku’s saliva from
the kiss and sucked his tongue back in.
“Deal?” Riku asked him.
Sora nodded slowly and his eyes were half-closed. He looked as if sure this was
too good to be true and was confident in his ability to resist Riku. If only he
knew what Riku had slipped into his mouth when he was kissing the poor stupid
boy, then he wouldn’t be so sure of himself.
One of Selphie’s best and most powerful aphrodisiacs.
Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Riku pulled the sheets down from Sora’s naked
battered body, pressed his own naked flesh flush against the smaller male’s,
kissed him hard again, and whispered against the shell of his ear, “Time starts
now.”
Beneath him, Sora nodded and remained still.
Riku grabbed Sora’s waist and rolled him over so that Sora was on top and
unable to just lay there like someone dead. Gasping, Sora put his hands on
Riku’s bare chest and sat up straight as if burned. His soft member rubbed
against the stone-hard shaft of Riku’s dick and he shuddered though Riku
couldn’t be sure it was in pleasure. Riku wrapped long fingers around Sora’s
flaccid cock and grasped his own as well. Slowly, tantalizingly, he jerked them
both off—enjoying the strange expression in Sora’s eyes as his member began to
harden slightly.
Then, he saw the effects of Selphie’s pleasure drug begin to take effect on
Sora’s small body. Sweat stood out on his sun-kissed shoulders and defined
chest, his pale face flushed pink, his pupils dilated until his eyes looked
almost black, and his breath began coming in short gasps in time as Riku jerked
his dick.
“Stop,” Sora panted. “This… this isn’t right. I don’t like this…”
“Your body says otherwise,” Riku said with a smirk and rubbed his thumb over
the head of Sora’s firm dick.
The smaller boy cried out and dug his fingers into Riku’s shoulders so hard
that it almost hurt. Riku pried those small hands away and Sora flopped down on
his chest, panting. Riku could feel his heart racing through the bones of his
chest like a small bird that wanted to escape its cage.
Riku took the jar of lube from the nightstand and dipped his fingers in. When
they were slick and sticky, he carefully cupped Sora’s ass while he continued
jerking the boy off. He waited until Sora was caught in the throes of pleasure
before pushing two fingers into the freshly-healed impossibly-tight ring of
muscles. It took all his willpower not to bend Sora over and fuck him right
there, but he had to make Sora cum first before he could so anything else.
Sora cried out and pushed off of Riku’s chest, but that only gave Riku greater
access to Sora’s tight ass. The muscles clamped down at this new angle, milking
Riku’s probing fingers. Sora’s mouth opened wide, saliva trailed down his chin.
“Stop…” he said breathlessly. “Something’s wrong… I don’t… I don’t feel right…”
“You like it, Sora,” Riku purred.
Sora shook his head desperately. His eyes were clouded over. “N-no… something’s
wrong with me…”
Riku pushed deeper into Sora’s tight ass, scissoring the muscles firmly before
adding a third finger. He stretched around inside Sora, searching for that
little bundle of nerves that would make Sora die in pleasure, but he couldn’t
quite find it. He nudged Sora down against his chest again, allowing his
fingers to push deeper inside the slick body.
Sora gasped out, practically sobbing now. “Please, something’s wrong with my
body…”
Riku tightened his grip on Sora’s member. “You’re hard, Sora,” he whispered
against the shell of the slave’s ear, relishing the little shiver that wracked
his body. He could feel Sora’s trembling from inside his ass and stroked the
clenching walls with his fingertips. “Admit it. You like this.”
Sora whimpered, fingers digging into the sheets.
Playing on the aphrodisiac, he released Sora’s dick and focused only on
searching for his prostate. If Selphie was right, Sora would practically beg
for something working his dick, but that was only if Riku could find his stupid
prostate. He pulled Sora down and kissed him deeply, distracting the boy while
he pushed his fingers ever deeper inside, stretching Sora’s healed anus to its
limits. Then, his finger found the swollen place and Sora cried out sharply.
Smirking, Riku whispered, “I have you now,” but Sora didn’t even hear him.
Riku stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves again and again, watching as Sora
writhed desperately above him. He was just so adorable—insisting something was
wrong and that he still didn’t want this even as his member strained like a
pole from his body and he leaned back on his arms as if about to collapse. Riku
flicked the very tip of Sora’s cock and watched as the boy cried out
hopelessly.
“Does it feel good?” Riku purred.
“N-no.”
“Are you sure, I can see everything from here,” Riku said sensuously. Then, he
plucked the tip of Sora’s member between his fingers and squeezed, relishing
how hard he had become. “And it looks like you’re enjoying it.”
“N-no.”
“Just look at our asshole,” Riku teased and scissored his three figners,
stretching Sora as wide as he could without tearing. Then, he pushed his
fingers deep inside again and stroked Sora’s prostate. “It’s all gooey and
icky. You’re all wet down there.”
“N-no! Don’t say that,” Sora said desperately. “Something’s wrong with me…
please stop!”
Riku smiled. “Yet it feel good doesn’t it?” He slid his fingers out slowly and
pushed them back in with equal teasing slowness. “Putting them in slowly and
taking it out again.” Riku thrust his fingers slowly, being sure to hit Sora’s
prostate each time.
“N-no, please, stop this…”
“We had a deal.”
Sora sobbed. “Something’s wrong!”
“You like it, Sora,” Riku cooed. “Just let me make you feel good.”
Sora’s blue eyes cleared a touch, glazed with fear. “That’s what Selphie said
and then she hurt me!”
Riku realized that he’d made a mistake and scrambled to cover it. He grabbed
Sora’s member and jerked it, letting out a breath of relief when the boy’s head
tilted back in pleasure again. He continued thrusting into Sora’s ass, but he
sensed that the kid needed just a little bit more before he plummeted over the
edge and came all over himself. He pulled out his fingers and released Sora’s
dick and grinned when Sora moaned at the loss of him.
He didn’t let Sora miss him for long.
Riku quickly rolled Sora over onto his back again, letting him clutch at the
sheets with both hands before slowly guiding both his hands to the places
Riku’s hands had been before.
“W-What are you doing?” Sora gasped out.
“Touch yourself,” Riku purred and kissed Sora’s mouth. While the boy was
distracted, he put Sora’s fingers into his stretched asshole and wrapped his
free hand around his member. Then, he just kept kissing Sora and waited for the
desperation of the aphrodisiac to take over. “Put your fingers inside your ass
and jerk your dick.”
Sora whimpered into Riku’s mouth.
After a fearfully long time in which Riku worried he might have lost the moment
he had created, it finally happened and he felt Sora begin to move beneath him.
His small hands worked his penis slowly as if just learning what to do and his
fingers began to thrust in and out of his lubricated asshole.
“That’s right,” Riku purred. “Just like that.”
“S-something’s… wrong… w-with me…”
Riku shushed him and kissed his way down Sora’s body until he reached the
stone-hard dick. He wrapped his hands over Sora’s and worked him hard. Then, he
licked the tip gingerly, tasting the sweetness of Sora’s precum.
He was so close.
It wouldn’t take much more.
Riku put his mouth down over the head of Sora’s dick, pushing all their hands
away, and took the boy deep into the back of his throat. Then, he added his own
fingers to Sora’s ass, enjoying the clumsiness at which Sora plowed around
inside himself and deftly found his prostate again.
It didn’t take any more than that.
With a desperate scream, Sora came and Riku pulled his mouth quickly back. For
a moment, the jet of sperm shot into the sky and then Riku grabbed Sora’s dick
so that the semen splattered all over the boy’s face and chest. Even as the cum
continued, Riku thrust his fingers into Sora’s ass, working his body for
everything it was worth until there was no more to be had. Then, he stepped
back to admire his panting beautiful handiwork.
Riku trailed his fingers through the semen on Sora’s chest, so pale that it
blended in with the milky flesh, and gathered it all on his fingertips. Then,
he put them into Sora’s open mouth, enjoying the boy’s coughs and sputters as
he tasted himself.
“It looks like I win,” Riku said meanly and laughed.
But Sora had already passed out from the aphrodisiac Selphie had given Riku for
him.
Grinning, Riku wrapped his fingers around his neglected dick, only made harder
by the beauty of watching Sora finger himself and cum all over his chest. He
sent a small prayer of thanks to Selphie and gripped Sora’s ass cheeks,
spreading them lewdly and watching some lube dribble out. Then, even though
Sora was unconscious, he slid his dick into Sora’s body and fucked him.
X X X
Oh noes! Riku won, but he cheated.
What will happen to poor Sora now?
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***** Stop These Feelings! *****
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I’m not sure when I’ll be back, but I’m alive and I’m okay. I’m updating! I’m
on my way to Arizona with my Dad and my mom is rotten still, but I’m hanging in
there. Thank you all for your wonderful support! Here is your reward!
X X X
Even still deep in the arms of sleep, Sora felt that something was terribly
wrong. His entire body felt lost and out of focus—his mouth was cracked at the
corners, his eyes were bone-dry, his throat had closed up, and his skin felt
too tight over the bones of his frame. He forced his eyes open, tears leaking
out instantly as if his eyes knew something he didn’t. Finally, the world
around him came into focus through the dryness and tears and he realized what
was horribly wrong.
Riku was lying pressed against his back, naked, with his big hands pressed
against Sora’s smeared chest. Bile rose in the back of Sora’s tight throat.
What was that smeared all over his skin? The last thing he remembered was Riku
making a deal with him—if he didn’t cum, he could go home to Roxas—but after
that, everything was a fuzzy blur.
Sora tried to squirm out of Riku’s hot grasp, but he felt something deep inside
his body where it didn’t belong. Riku’s cock, soft and flaccid though it was,
was pushed deeply into Sora’s ass. Sora could only assume by the semen
splattered on his own chest and Riku violating him again that he had lost the
bargain.
He must have cum for Riku…
But why?
How could he?
How could he enjoy being touched?
How could he have enjoyed being raped?
He knew he didn’t like it, but his body had responded otherwise.
What was wrong with him? What had happened when Riku was raping him this last
time?
Tears burned in Sora’s eyes and weighed heavy in his throat. Again, he tried to
squirm free of the dark king’s grasp and finally managed to. Riku’s dick slid
out of his asshole with a horrible sound and when Sora stood, semen splattered
on the floor and dripped down his legs from his abused rear. The sight and
feeling made him sick to his stomach. Retching, Sora ran to the bathroom, but
his stomach was empty of even cum. At least his mouth hadn’t been violated
while he was lost to whatever had happened.
Sora turned on the shower as hot as he could bear it and quickly got in, trying
not to look back at the trail that had dripped out of his body. Under the jet
of hot water, Sora scrubbed every inch of himself until it was red and sore.
Then, he looked down at his flaccid penis.
What had made it respond to Riku?
Sora knew he hadn’t liked Riku’s touch. He didn’t like anyone’s touch—it
frightened him. He was too used to being hurt and all Riku and Selphie did was
hurt him so he knew he didn’t like it. But he had responded, he had cum all
over his chest, and in some twisted way he knew it was his own. (Maybe he just
knew because so much of Riku’s semen had dripped out of him in such quantities
that he knew Riku hadn’t wasted any seed on Sora’s pale chest.)
But he had to know why his body had responded. What had happened? What had
changed in him? Why had his body felt pleasure?
So, Sora opened the bathroom door a peek, peered out, and saw that Riku was
still deeply asleep, showing no signs of waking anytime soon. The sheets were
yanked down, revealing Riku’s soft dick lying flaccid against his thigh. It
looked much smaller that way, not so tearing and horribly massive like it
usually did. Even so, just the sight of it made something deep inside Sora ache
with agony. Quickly, he got back into the shower and knelt down beneath the
spray, the chill of the tiles seeping into his knees.
Then, experimentally, he wrapped his cold fingers around his penis and gave it
a small squeeze. It didn’t feel especially good. His hand shook slightly as he
began to pump the length of himself, tightening his grip around the sensitive
head of himself. This sent a small jolting shiver through his body, down the
small of his back and deep into something inside his body that he felt that he
could almost reach it directly if he tried.
Hating himself for even trying this, but he had to know why his body had
responded. Gently, he pressed the tip of his finger to the puckered ring of
muscle that Riku was so interested in violating. He was already loose and
stretched from Riku’s intrusion, but without any of that slick lubricant it
still hurt slightly to push into himself. Even so, Sora bit his lower lip and
worked gently, never wanting to hurt himself, until he had pushed two fingers
deep inside his body.
But now what?
He couldn’t remember what Riku had done to him. He only knew it had made him
cum despite himself.
With those fingers still inside himself, Sora began to gently milk his cock in
his hand, forced to look away from the sick sight lest he begin to retch again.
As he stroked the head, he felt that tingle deep inside again, going down his
spine and along the fingers he had pushed inside. Something there wanted to be
touched, wanted him to touch it, but he didn’t want to.
Why was he doing this to himself?
Squeezing a little tighter and stroking a little harder, he jerked his length
into hard blossoming fullness. It was so hard that it almost hurt and the
twinge was going deep inside his ass along the curve of his fingers. He
wanted—no, needed—a little more of something. His body felt hot and tight,
unfamiliar. He had never felt like this before, had never even attempted to
masturbate because it frightened him—he had been raped and hurt too many times.
A small sound escaped his mouth. It was a desperate despairing little animal
sound and Sora hated it. Why was this happening? Why did he feel this way? What
was wrong with him?!
The fingers he had pushed inside his anus suddenly felt too thin, too small,
especially after Riku’s tearing presence there. He wriggled them and that
little tingle went through his body again, down to the tips of his toes, but it
was still just out of reach. Maybe, if he pushed a little deeper…
His fingers just brushed something inside himself and he found his hand jerking
to some unknown rhythm and pace. Something hot began to coil in his belly as
these twin sensations joined and built up, reacting and reflecting off each
other. Another little animal cry escaped Sora’s small mouth and he bit down on
his lower lip in an attempt to stifle it. Even so, he couldn’t stop his hands
from working his body higher and higher, hotter and hotter.
Sora pushed his fingers deeper inside his rectum, stroking whatever that was
inside him that made his entire body feel tremulous and excited. All the while,
he milked and pumped his penis in his small soft hand. Something deep in the
bottom of his belly was heating up to the boiling point and was almost ready to
explode. His thumb brushed over the sensitive head where there was a single
drop of shining wetness.
A jolting shiver went through him and then it happened.
He came for himself. Ribbons of whiteness arched from the mushroomed head of
his penis, washed quickly away by the heat and water of the shower. Sora
shuddered as his body emptied itself of everything left inside. Then, he leaned
back against the cold tile wall, shivering harder, and drew his legs tight
against his chest, crushing his softening penis against his lower stomach.
Why had that happened again? And for himself on top of that?
Was he losing his mind?
Or had he already lost it when Riku took him away from Roxas?
Sora took a deep shuddering breath. Maybe he had been able to cum for himself
because he knew he would never have hurt himself. Everyone else, except Roxas,
always hurt him. But if that was the case, then why had Riku been able to…?
What had happened? What was wrong with him?
…
Riku’s doctor-maid, Kairi, was lying on her back in her bed in the harem room.
Though neither Queen Selphie nor King Riku took her any longer, not since what
had happened… she still slept in the harem room. Maybe to be closer, better
prepared to tend any injuries that came in during the night. But tonight, there
was no such activity. Selphie’s rage had cooled and she was busy with her toys
in her own room and Riku was surely violating the poor young war-prize, Sora
Sky.
Kairi should have been able to sleep peacefully, but she was unable to.
All around her were row after row of neatly-made beds, most of the harem slaves
were sleeping peacefully, but a few were beyond awake. The cot just beside
Kairi’s was rocking and creaking as a young man and young woman made raucous
love. The woman was moaning and gasping her lover’s name and the man was
grunting like a hog.
Kairi felt slightly sick and pressed her pillow over her ears.
She didn’t want to hear it—she hated listening to it!
“Please,” she whispered. “Make it stop…”
Between her legs, she felt the emptiness deep inside and her rocking empty
cavern. Even more troubling was the faint wetness she felt beginning to bloom
there. She hugged herself tightly, but her mind was still haunted by the
feeling of the things she felt and touched during the day—Sora’s tight torn
anus clenching around her finger, the warm heavy weight of bruised breasts, a
torn wet cunt that she stitched up, soft cool balls like ripe plums in her
hands…
“Make it stop…” she whispered and clenched her hand over her hot sex. “Please,
make it stop…”
The cot stopped its creaking and rocking and she could hear the couple gasping
even through the pillow clenched over her head. The young man got out of the
bed and Kairi could smell the musk of their combined sex.
A hot hand ran down her side as the man passed.
She shuddered and pulled the covers up tighter around herself. “Stop, please,
stop,” she whispered. “Please, make it stop…” Tears squeezed through her
clenched lids and ran down her face, burning her flesh. “Stop, please, make it
stop,” she begged.
There was another hot touch.
Then, sleep took her suddenly and swiftly.
X X X
Questions, comments, concerns?
***** Consequence of the Lost Bet *****
Nothing to report.
X X X
When the dark king woke up, the bed was empty of Sora and the sheets were cool
beside him. Sora had been gone from the bed, his hot clenching ass missing
around Riku’s stiff morning wood, and he wondered where Sora could have gotten
too. He did not hear any water running so he must not be in the shower, but the
bathroom door was closed tightly. The room was completely silent, eerily
silent, and the red velvet cloak Sora had been hiding his nudity with was still
folded neatly beside the bed.
“Precious?” Riku called. His cock was so stiff that it hurt desperately. He got
out of the bed, padded lightly on the floor, and nudged the bathroom door open.
As he had expected, Sora was hunkered down, naked, on the cold tiles. He had
his legs drawn tightly against his chest, his thin arms around them, his face
pale and tragic and buried closely in his knees. His exposed body was still
stained with bruises and marred with bloody welts, cuts, and hickeys. His
broken rib stuck out against his flesh, having healed crookedly.
Even so, the boy was beautiful and Riku’s cock grew even harder.
Sora knew the dark king was there and Riku saw his frail body beginning to
shake. Not unkindly, Riku grasped Sora’s upper arm, pulled him to his feet, and
set him down to sit on the cold vanity. Goose bumps prickled across Sora’s
honeyed flesh and he kept his eyes to the side without looking at Riku.
“Look at me,” Riku said and put his fingers under Sora’s chin, forcing the
boy’s head up.
Sora’s beautiful blue eyes were red-rimmed and had deep dark bruise-like
circles beneath them. Gently, Riku kissed Sora’s eyelids and he felt Sora
shudder, stretching out his neck as if to prolong the gentle touch on his face.
It was pathetic how desperate the boy was for affection and gentleness.
“Listen to me,” Riku murmured into the shell of Sora’s ear.
His tongue snaked out and lapped lightly at Sora’s lobe, feeling the boy
tremble and his flesh prickle with goose bumps anew. He put his hand on Sora’s
thigh, felt those muscles tense, and stroked lightly with his thumb. Then, he
looked into Sora’s eyes, loving the honest desperation in those orbs.
He put his thumb on Sora’s lower lip. “You lost the bet,” he said coolly.
Sora shuddered, his beautiful cerulean sky-blue eyes squeezing shut.
“Every morning, I am going to take you,” Riku said to Sora softly, stroking the
youth’s plush lower lip. He leaned forward and took Sora’s lip between his
teeth, suckling at the soft slightly-swollen mouth, but Sora did not kiss Riku
back in the slightest.
Roxas the Fair’s beautiful slave clenched his small hands tightly.
“At lunch time, I am going to take you,” Riku continued, speaking directly into
Sora’s mouth. He pushed his tongue into the boy’s warm wet cavern, tasting the
fresh mint of Sora’s cleanliness and knowing that Sora could taste Riku’s foul
morning breath.
Sora pulled away slightly, coughing for breath.
“And before dinner, I am going to take you,” Riku continued. He dug his fingers
into Sora’s cheeks and pulled his face back into a harsh kiss. He pushed his
finger into Sora’s mouth, pressing on his tongue and at his teeth so that
Sora’s tongue squirmed about uncomfortably.
The youth squeezed his eyes shut, stopping the movement of his mouth as best he
could.
“And just before bed, I am going to take you,” Riku continued and pushed his
finger down the back of Sora’s throat. Gagging, Sora resumed the movement of
his mouth. Riku pumped his finger in and out of Sora’s wet mouth, fucking it
while he stared into Sora’s pale terrified face.
Sora bit down harshly on Riku’s finger, but Riku didn’t care.
“And maybe, during the night, I will take you some more,” Riku finished finally
and ran his hand, wet with Sora’s saliva, down his pale quivering chest. He
cupped Sora’s soft genitals and then slipped his hand beneath Sora’s buttocks.
He gently touched Sora’s asshole, feeling a shudder go through Sora’s body.
Sora grasped Riku’s bare shoulders, his small fingers digging in.
Riku shushed him and pushed his saliva-wetted finger into Sora. The ring of
clenching flesh was soft and warm and yielded easily to Riku’s probing fingers.
That was curious. Sora had always been so tight, almost painfully tight, but he
was so soft now.
Riku looked into Sora’s pink shamed face, those blue eyes tightly closed,
smiled faintly, and whispered into the shell of Sora’s ear. “Were you touching
yourself?”
Sora jolted sharply, a gasp flying from his mouth. He looking right into Riku’s
eyes and his expression was both shame and shock. “How…?”
Riku grinned. “You were, weren’t you?”
Sora looked away quickly.
“I can tell.” He stretched Sora’s ass with his two fingers gingerly. “You’re
all soft and loose.”
“No!” Sora gasped.
“Yes,” Riku purred and kissed the side of Sora’s throat, nipping and suckling
and licking. “Tell me, precious. Why would you do that to yourself?”
Sora whimpered.
Riku pushed his fingers deeper into Sora, found his prostate, and stroked it
firmly. His cock was throbbing now, but he wanted to know what had brought this
on in Sora. “Tell me. Why were you fingering your ass, precious?”
Sora let out a little gasp against Riku’s throat.
“Why were you touching your asshole?” he nipped Sora’s pulse. “Why were you
fucking yourself?”
“I wasn’t!” Sora shouted suddenly and shoved Riku fiercely away. “I wasn’t!”
Riku grinned and showed Sora his wet fingers. “They slid right in,” he teased.
“I had to know!” Sora shouted, eyes welling with tears.
Riku’s silver brow wrinkled. “Know what?”
The boy hugged himself and sobbed. “I had to know…”
“Know what?” he repeated.
“I had to know why…” he choked on a sob, tears sliding down his half-hidden
face. “I had to know why I came.”
Riku’s mouth curved up into a wider grin. “Did you like it that much?”
Sora shuddered, shaking his head fiercely. “No! I just… I had to know why!”
“I can do it for you,” Riku offered and kissed Sora deeply.
Sora desperately pushed him away, gasping for breath and shivering. “No,
please! I don’t want it!”
Riku slapped him across the face, hard.
A cry escaped Sora’s mouth and he pressed both hands to his abused cheek. Fresh
tears swelled in his eyes and ran down his cheeks, going between his long thin
fingers. “Why…?”
“Remember our deal. There’s to be no more of that nonsense,” Riku said coldly.
Sora whimpered and nodded. Then, Riku caught his face in both hands and drew
him into a harsh kiss. He was threw playing with Sora now. His cock was as hard
as a rock and if he didn’t get some relief he was going to die. He pulled Sora
a little farther forward on the vanity, despite the boy’s struggles, so that he
could get to his loosened asshole. Then, without lube or any further
preparation, he thrust up into Sora’s body. Over and over, Riku’s sharp
throbbing thrusts pounded Sora’s swollen prostate and he was even more
sensitive from his earlier activities with himself.
Sora let out a sharp cry of pain and something else. It was an animal sound.
Riku bit into the junction of Sora’s neck and shoulder, sucking hard, while he
drove into Sora harder and deeper and faster. Sora’s small thin fingers
clutched and dug into Riku’s shoulders, clawing his back and raking in pain or
something else. Sora let out a little open mouthed gasp as Riku wrapped his
hand around Sora’s neglected penis. He milked and squeezed it, jerking with the
same rhythm as he was driving deep into Sora’s ass.
Finally, shuddering, Sora came and Riku emptied deep inside the youth. While
Sora trembled desperately, Riku stroked his soft chocolate locks and then the
sticky semen on Sora’s chest. He showed the sticky fluids on his hand to Sora
and the boy looked sharply away.
“Well Sora?”
“I don’t—”
Another slap to Sora’s face, hard and sudden.
“Well Sora?”
He hesitated.
Another slap, harder.
“Well Sora?”
“It felt good,” he whispered brokenly.
“What did?”
“Please, don’t make me say it anymore.”
“What felt good Sora?”
“Please, no more…” Then, Sora broke down sobbing, hiding his face in his
fragile long-fingered hands.
“Okay,” Riku purred and stroked Sora’s hair gently. “Okay. I suppose that’s
enough for now.”
Sora sobbed, pushing away as Riku tried to embrace him.
Riku patted Sora’s thigh with the flat of his hand. “I suppose that’s enough.
Clean yourself up,” he said. “Today, we’re going to go out into the city.”
“Into the city?” Sora whispered, sniffling and wiping his nose with the back of
his hand. “But I have no clothes.”
Riku smiled. “Get cleaned up.”
Then, he left the bathroom and Sora heard the bedroom door bang shut loudly. He
was alone again and he looked down at the evidence of his pleasure on his chest
and thighs. What was wrong with him? It had happened again… Silently, Sora got
into the shower again and washed everything away, but he still felt disgusting
and filthy—inside and out. He had to find out what was wrong with him because
he wanted it—no, he needed it—to stop!
…
Riku went to Selphie’s chambers after he showered, shaved, and dressed. He
entered without knocking and got quite a show. You’d think that after living
with his pleasure-pain sister all these years, he would have learned to knock,
but… he was a king. He could go anywhere he wanted.
Sometimes though, he wished he thought to knock before entering Selphie’s room.
It would have saved him a lot of therapy in the long run.
Selphie was riding one of her pleasure toys, a medieval device that was merely
a hard leather saddle with two great holes in the very center. Through those
holes were two thick fake phalluses attached to long rods that were driven by a
little motor underneath the saddle. The motor twisted, thrusted, slammed,
pumped, whirled, and pounded the twin cocks into Selphie’s aching throbbing
pussy and asshole. She had her hands tethered behind her, pulling her down onto
the cocks as hard as possible, driving them even deeper into her. By now, the
entire seat of the saddle was soaked with her juices ad had even dripped down
onto the floor.
Riku cleared his throat. “Uh, Selphie?”
She cracked open her eyes, grinning at him while she bounced herself up and
down on the grinding cocks inside her. Her breasts jiggled and bounced, nipples
hard little pink stones, and she moaned out Riku’s name. “Hey brother. What can
I do you for?” Her voice vibrated as the cocks slammed in and out of her body.
“I need, uh, something…”
“What?” she moaned.
“Something… Could you get off that thing?”
She tilted her head back, chestnut tresses tumbling down over her naked
shoulders. “Ooh, but Riku… it feels so good!”
“Selphie, you’re a slave to pleasure.”
She peeked at him through her lashes. “You don’t understand, Riku. You’ve never
had something inside you, filling you to the brim, pounding and thrusting into
your deepest places, hitting something deep inside of you that just feels so
good!”
Riku wet his lips. “Selphie, can you just help me?”
She moaned low in her throat. “One moment, please.” Then, she threw her head
back and let out a loud breathy scream as she rode her umpteenth orgasm out
through its final throes. Finally, she freed her wrists, untied her wrists, and
dismounted the stabbing cocks. Juices gushed from her pussy as she walked over
to Riku and he watched the twin dicks stabbing into the empty air where her
body used to be. How could she take those things inside her? “So, Riku, what do
you so desperately need?”
He whispered what he wanted to her and she grinned broadly.
“Can I come?”
“No, Selphie. I just want it to be me and him.”
“And all the people in the city,” she grinned at her brother.
“I just want them to see him. I’m not going to let anyone take him.”
“You’d better not,” Selphie warned. “I’ll never forgive you if you do since you
won’t let me fuck him.”
Riku shook his head. “Don’t worry. So, can you just give me what I asked you
for?”
“Definitely. Will you march him past so I can see him?”
Riku eyed her machine, still pumping fiercely. “Are you going to get on that
thing again?”
She smiled, all white teeth, and she put her hand between her legs. “What do
you think?”
X X X
What’s in store for Sora now? What does Riku have planned? What about crazy
Selphie?
Questions, comments, concerns?
***** A Walk About Town: the Black City's DOG *****
Riku’s evil plan comes to light. Where did the plot for this story go? It ran
away on me. I had a whole brilliant idea for it and it just escaped me!
X X X
When Riku returned to the room Sora was trapped in with the things Selphie had
given him in a canvas bag over his shoulder, Sora had swaddled himself tightly
in the red velvet cloak, having it wrapped tightly around his hips and over his
shoulders so that hardly any of his pale beaten flesh was exposed. He had
clearly put a lot of work into covering himself up and Riku almost felt bad
about tearing the clothing from his body—almost.
“Hello, precious,” Riku murmured.
Sora glanced at him and then lowered his eyes abruptly. “Hi…”
“Take that off,” he said plainly.
The youth clutched the blood-red fabric in his white hands. “W-why?”
“I brought you something to wear,” Riku said and smiled.
Sora’s blue eyes brightened and Riku once again almost felt bad.
“Go ahead. Take it off.”
Hands shaking, Sora stripped out of the heavy cloak, exposing every inch of his
beautiful but battered body. Then, he timidly hid himself with his hands
because Riku was busy staring and wasn’t making a move to give him the clothing
he had brought.
“Here, precious,” Riku murmured and passed Sora the canvas bag.
Eagerly, Sora dug into the bag, but he didn’t find any sort of clothing he ever
wanted to wear. It was a lot of leather straps and buckles and red silk. Buried
at the bottom, there was a thick leather phallus and a red leather ball
attached to a strap. Desperately, he looked at Riku, searching for some
explanation, but Riku only smiled hauntingly at him.
“W-what is this?” Sora whispered.
“Your new outfit. Selphie made it special just for you.”
“But this is…” Sora looked nervously at the mess of leather straps and buckles
in his hands.
“Don’t worry. I’ll help you put it on.”
Then, Riku lunged for Sora and caught him by the wrist tightly. Sora let out a
sharp cry, dropped the mess, and tried to struggle away, but Riku yanked him
hard into his chest. Naked and struggling, there was nothing he could do to
escape the larger man’s hold.
“This, you see,” Riku began and plucked the leather phallus from where it had
fallen on the floor. He pressed it against Sora’s soft anus, still slick with
Riku’s semen, kissing the puckered entrance with the hard unforgiving length of
the phallus. “It goes right here!” Then, without further warning, he slammed it
deep into Sora’s rectum. He felt Sora’s body arch in agony onto tiptoe. He had
chosen that cock special from Selphie collection because it was only a little
thicker than what Sora was used to taking, but much longer. It would
practically come out the boy’s throat, but it wouldn’t rip his healed anus.
A cry ripped from Sora. “No, please, no!”
Then, Riku grabbed the little red ball on a strap and fit it into Sora’s
screaming mouth. He buckled it tightly behind the slave’s head, smothering off
all of Sora’s desperate cries and pleas. A gag, Sora realized desperately. Riku
pushed his knee against the base of the fake cock shoved deep inside Sora,
pushing it even deeper if that was possible. Sora’s body arched and tensed,
clamping down on the intrusion and pushing his hips desperately forward and
back in an attempt to escape.
Sora yelped and struggled anew, still begging in wordless little chokes and
gasps.
Riku took the leather outfit from the floor now, too, and wrapped it tightly
around Sora’s body from behind. He fastened the buckles at Sora’s chest and
around his hips even as the boy struggled desperately. Then, he attached the
clasp to the base of the thick phallus, swung it between Sora’s thin thighs,
and attached it in the front so that Sora remained impaled on the massive
foreign object no matter how he struggled.
But, by now, Sora had stopped struggling and was sobbing desperately.
Easily, Riku finished strapping and buckling Sora into the leather outfit.
Then, he stepped back to admire his handwork. The thing was not really clothing
of any sort as it covered absolutely nothing important. It was only for bondage
and it did that incredibly well. The straps ran horizontally around Sora’s
entire torso with a single one going vertically down his back, between his
legs, and attaching to the collar at his throat. Along the way, it attached to
every horizontal band to secure the phallus as deeply as possible inside him.
Sora’s arms were forced down behind his back, wrists secured by another strap
just at the base of his spine. The gag had stretched Sora’s mouth very wide and
his eyes were panicked, desperately dripping crystal tears. His genitals hung
free, quivering, and his nipples stood out with cold.
Riku caressed his face. “You look lovely, precious.”
Sora croaked out what sounded like, “Please, don’t.”
“One more thing,” Riku said and looked into the fallen bag. “Oh, my mistake.
Two more things.”
Sora began to shudder and tremble at the thought of what else could possibly
lurk inside that bag, but Riku only produced a pair of black silk boxer shorts
and a strip of red silk with no foreseeable purpose. What would he do with
those things? The boxers he helped Sora step into so that his genitals and his
reamed asshole were covered. Then, he lightly bound the red silk over Sora’s
eyes as a blindfold. Trapped like that, in the dark, Sora felt panic grab into
his guts.
“Please, no,” he croaked.
There was a small metallic jingling and he felt something being fitted on him
over the boxers, making the silk cup his penis and balls. They must have looked
larger, more enticing, because Riku spent a moment fondling and stroking him,
but Sora’s cock did not harden. He was too frightened. This new thing buckled
just above the top of his genitals and below his belly button and then
something jingled again. Was it a leash being attached to him?
Then, Riku said, “Walk.”
Sora hesitated.
There was a harsh pull on the phallus wedged deep inside him and the force,
however light, nearly drove him to his knees. The thing was so big, bigger than
Riku, bigger than Riku’s fingers, bigger than anything Sora had ever had forced
inside him. And it was long, Sora could tell. He felt it pressing into his
stomach, compressing all his guts with the thickness and length.
“Let’s go, precious. Walk.”
Sora put one foot forward hesitantly and there was another light tug on the
phallus. Tears coursed down Sora’s cheeks and he staggered forward. He couldn’t
be sure what hurt more—to have the phallus pulled on or to walk and feel it
grinding and shoving deep inside of him. He let out a strangled sob through the
gag.
“It’s a lovely day outside,” Riku said conversationally as if he was not
dragging along Sora behind him by the fake dick wedged deep into his vulnerable
naked body. “A glorious day for a stroll through the city. A king must visit
his subjects after all.”
And Riku meant to bring Sora, bound and tormented like this, through the city
with him. All those people… looking at him, seeing his stiff pained gait and
knowing without a doubt about the huge thing stuffed inside him, seeing the
silk hugging his genitals, seeing all his bruises exposed by this scant leather
strap getup, seeing his quivering nipples and his tear-stained face and knowing
what Riku was doing to him. It would be horrible!
Fresh tears wet Sora’s face. “Please, no,” he croaked.
“Come along,” Riku said and tugged the phallus deeper into Sora.
With no other choice, Sora followed.
…
Selphie was riding her pleasure machine, grinding and gasping, when Riku rapped
lightly on her door and she called for him to come in. He swung open the door
and there stood Sora Sky, all beautifully outfitted in bondage gear with Riku
tugging him along by the stabbing cock inside him. She orgasmed right there
despite herself. Riku closed her door and left, but Selphie remained riding her
machine. What would it be like to put Sora on this machine? To watch the single
cock driving and whirling and stabbing endlessly inside his body? Selphie might
even get up on the thing in front of him, put his cock inside her soaking
pussy, and put the remaining motor-driven cock into her asshole. Just imagine…
fucking so hard and so endlessly like that… Another orgasm wracked her and she
screamed out Sora’s name.
…
Kairi watched from the window as the war-prize was strutted and dragged down
the black palace steps. He staggered constantly, thrown off balance by whatever
monstrosity Riku had pushed inside him, but never quite fell. His pale hands
looked like trapped birds behind his back, his flesh back even whiter by the
contrast of black leather, and his head whipping this way and that even though
his eyes were blinded by the red blindfold.
She sighed softly, feeling a great swell of pity for him.
Later, she was certain she would see him to tend his scraped knees, bruised
chin and face, and battered feet from being paraded about the city so. Surely,
he would be hurt by just the walk and if Riku allowed the villagers to… She
shuddered. Yes, she would see poor Sora Sky later. She hoped.
…
Sora gasped for breath through his nose, hurrying as best he could to keep up
with Riku so the cock inside him would not be jerked any deeper and harder
inside him. As if taking pity on him, Riku’s fast pace slowed and Sora
gratefully limped along.
“Hello King Riku,” someone called. It sounded like a man’s voice.
“Hello! Wonderful day, isn’t it?” Riku asked the man.
“Oh yes. And who is this little treasure?”
“The war-prize, Roxas the Fair’s special sex slave.”
Sora nearly sobbed at the sound of Roxas’s name, but he could hardly make a
sound through the gag.
“May I?”
“If you’d like.”
A warm rough hand touched Sora’s nipples, pinching gingerly and rolling them
into hard nubs. Then, something clasped down hard on Sora’s nipple and did not
let go. He squirmed and felt something else attached to his chest, pinched
tight on his other nipple. No… he thought desperately.
“Why is he all bound up?” the man continued and Sora heard crunching footsteps.
“And blindfolded?”
“We’re on a walk,” Riku said plainly.
“Come now. I heard Roxas’s slave has the most beautiful eyes, are you going to
keep them all to yourself?”
“I was planning to. At least for a little while longer,” Riku said with a
laugh.
The man chuckled. “Well, he is a fine specimen. I’d love to punish him.”
Sora shuddered fiercely.
Riku laughed and they talked a bit more but Sora was deaf to the words. Why was
this happening to him? Why was he being paraded around like this, stuffed like
a whore and bound like a dog? What had he done to deserve this? Tears squeezed
between his lids and ran down his face.
For five hours, Riku marched Sora around the city, stopping to talk to people
left and right and saying over and over that he was Roxas’s sex slave. Roxas’s
name tortured Sora, but he choked back his tears. The worst part was that each
person they came across asked to touch him and Riku allowed them to. Sometimes,
they added something to his body—nipple clips, a new gag that was shaped like a
cock to choke his mouth further, gifts of other toys that Sora didn’t want to
see. He was suddenly glad for the blindfold as Riku accepted something with a
gasp. Sora did not want to know what was intended for him.
What was it with this city? Why was everyone here happy to see him so tortured,
violated, beaten, bound?
If this had happened in Roxas’s white city, Goofy and Donald would have quickly
dispatched it.
Sora sucked in a desperate breath as someone cupped his genitals, squeezing and
fondling him.
“Well,” Riku said finally. “It’s getting dark. I think we should be getting
back to the palace.”
“You’ll bring this back to visit, won’t you?”
“Of course.”
Then, the phallus was pulling Sora along again, stabbing deep into him.
X X X
Poor Sora. He’s really getting it.
Questions, comments, concerns?
***** Tending and Creating Hurts *****
I had this chapter in hock and forgot about it. Oopsy!
X X X
When he returned to the castle, King Riku ordered Kairi to go tend Sora Sky
with strict orders that she was not to free any part of him under any
circumstances. He told her to give Sora a bath, un-gag him and feed him and
then gag him again, and help him urinate if needed, but she was not to unbind
him or to remove the phallus from his ass… or else. She nodded, gathered her
medical box and her healing herbs, took the tray of dinner, and hurried to
Sora’s prison bedroom.
She knocked lightly and entered.
As when she had last seen him, he was bound with the mess of leather straps and
gagged fiercely. But now he had been stripped of the silken boxers that covered
his genitals and strewn on the bed like a discarded toy. His arms were still
bound behind his back tightly and he was trapped on his stomach, unable to roll
over because Riku had changed the terrible phallus inside him into something
even longer. If Sora were to roll over, the thing would be driven agonizingly
deep inside him.
“Sora?” she whispered.
His head snapped up from the mattress, but he was still blindfolded and gagged.
He had no expression and couldn’t make a sound.
“It’s Kairi. Do you remember me? I’m a doctor. I’m here to help you.”
He made a small sound in his chest and Kairi approached the bed. As she stood
beside him, she saw just how hard the phallus had stretched him. His anus was
no longer even puckered. The flesh was stretched to its absolute limits. She
couldn’t really work with him lying on his stomach like this, but she didn’t
want to roll him over and hurt him. She took one of the pillows, wadded it up,
and then laid it beside Sora’s lower back.
“I’m going to help you roll over, but there’s a pillow there so that… thing
won’t be pushed into you any deeper.”
He made another sound that Kairi didn’t understand, but he helped her roll him
over. Gently, she unbuckled the gag and eased it from his open mouth. He
coughed and gasped, breathing hard and desperate, saliva sliding from the
corners of his mouth.
“Thank you,” he gasped out.
Kairi didn’t know what to say.
“I remember you. You were kind to me.”
His beautiful eyes were blinded by that strip of silk and Kairi wanted badly to
take it off. She wanted to see those beautiful eyes. Instead, she wiped his
mouth. “I am to feed you, bathe you, and tend your wounds,” she said.
Sora’s chin tightened as if he was going to cry, but he choked them back. “Can
you take this out of me? Please?”
She shook her head and then said, “I can’t.”
“Oh.”
“I can’t take off the bindings either.”
“What about the blindfold?” he whispered.
She hesitated. Riku hadn’t said anything about the blindfold.
“Kairi?” he murmured.
“I really shouldn’t… the king… he might hurt me.”
“I understand,” he whispered and she saw the disappointment in the clench of
his jaw.
“Are you alright?” she asked.
He didn’t answer.
“I mean, are you hurt?”
Sora wet his lips. “I’m not bleeding, but it hurts.”
Kairi stood and stepped away from him. She went to the bathroom and began to
draw him a bath in the deep porcelain tub, adding rose petals and scented
soaps. Then, she came back to the bed and gently pulled Sora to his feet using
the leather straps for his bondage getup. He staggered into her and her hands
touched his naked flesh.
He shuddered. The fact that he couldn’t see must have only increased his
terror.
“I won’t hurt you,” she whispered. “I would never hurt you.”
Sora nodded into her shoulder and forced himself to stand. The cock jutted
sharply from him and Kairi wondered how she was ever going to get him into the
bath if he couldn’t sit down or even kneel. Together, they hobbled into the
bathroom and Kairi helped him into the bath. Sora hesitated, gazing in the
direction of the shower, and then knelt as best he could in the tub. The water
came just a little above his navel and goose bumps broke out across his bare
flesh.
“Is it too hot?”
“No. It’s perfect. I wish I could sink into it.”
Kairi bit her lip and hid her face from him with her veil of blood-colored
hair. Even though it didn’t matter since he was blindfolded. She took a sponge
and a pitcher from beneath the sink with which to bathe him. She lathered the
sponge with rich soap, filled the pitcher, and poured it over his head. Sora
sighed blissfully, but a shiver went through him. Then, Kairi used the sponge
to wash his shoulders and back, scrubbing the dried semen, dust, and grime from
his beautiful lightly freckled skin. Then, she poured another pitcher over his
head and washed away all the suds.
Sora tilted his head back blissfully and Kairi scrubbed her fingers through his
thick hair, lathering away the sweat and grime and even some blood. He leaned
into her hands, sighing contentedly, and Kairi laid her hands gently on his
shoulders and felt the stone-hard tension in his muscles from being afraid all
the time. Gently, she began to work her thumbs into his flesh, massaging away
the knots and snarls until Sora had leaned hard into the cold porcelain. It was
almost as if he wanted to crawl inside her body, to seek the shelter she
offered.
Kairi remembered that feeling. Her throat tightened and she squeezed her eyes
shut.
“Are you alright?” Sora whispered. Her hands had stopped working on his body,
cleaning and massaging.
She jolted, carving her nails into his flesh.
Sora winced. “That hurts a little.”
Kairi pulled her hands sharply away and poured another pitcher of hot water
over Sora’s head to distract him. Then, she quickly and efficiently scrubbed
his folded legs, his rounded buttocks, and the filthy bottoms of his feet. By
the time she finished, the water had turned dingy. She had him stand up and
then poured a fresh pitcher of water over him, sluicing off the remaining dirt
from his skin. Then, she helped him from the tub and wrapped his naked body in
the fluffy white towel.
Gently, she dried him, doing her best to dry beneath the leather straps and
bindings, but Sora was soon shivering again. The weight of the towel touched
the protruding phallus, sending spikes of strange hurt and pleasure through his
body. He wanted that to stop. He didn’t want to feel this anymore.
“Please,” he whispered. “Stop.”
“Am I hurting you?” Kairi’s hand trailed down his back and she realized that
the towel was lying across the phallus. “Oh.” She lifted the towel from his
shoulders and hung it out to dry. “Are you ready to eat?”
“I’m not hungry,” he whispered.
“But you should still eat.”
“I might be sick.”
“I can give you something if you feel nauseous,” she offered.
He shook his head. “It’s not that I’m sick, but when… when he rapes me, I feel
sick afterwards.”
Kairi was suddenly very happy that Sora’s beautiful sky-blue eyes were covered,
blinded, by the blindfold. She didn’t want him to see her stricken expression.
“Can you still try to eat a little bit, please? It’ll be good for your body at
least.”
Slowly, Sora nodded and Kairi gently guided him back to the bed. Then, she
hesitated. He couldn’t sit down and she didn’t want to feed him standing up,
but what else could she do?
“Sora?” she whispered.
He seemed to know what she was thinking. “I can kneel on the bed if you’d like
me to.”
“Whatever would make you the most comfortable,” she offered.
Sora nodded, but remained standing without moving.
“Sora?”
“I can’t see,” he whispered.
Kairi took a deep breath. “What would you like to do?”
“Help me sit down,” he whispered.
“Sit down?” she repeated
He nodded.
“But—”
“I know it will hurt, but then it will be over at least. Please, help me.”
Kairi bit her lip and gently helped Sora ease himself down on the plush
mattress. His mouth twisted with terrible pain and Kairi watched as the shape
of the phallus became visible through his stomach. It was pressed that deep
inside him. He cried out desperately, bit his mouth, and then remained still as
if focusing only on breathing.
“Sora?”
“I… I’m okay,” he whispered. For a moment, she listened to his deep gasping
breaths and then he asked softly, “What’s for dinner?”
Kairi picked up the tray and lifted the silver cover. “Some broth, a slice of
buttered bread, and some sweet grapes.”
Sora made a soft sound, but didn’t speak.
“Will you eat a little?” she asked him.
Sora nodded slowly and she plucked a grape from the bunch. Gently, she pressed
it to his lips and he timidly opened his mouth, accepting the sweet fruit.
Kairi fed him another, watching his soft tender mouth as he ate, and she found
herself leaning towards him until she could smell the scents of roses, soap,
and sex on his flesh. What would that fragile wounded-looking mouth taste like
if she were to kiss him? And she could. He was bound tightly, trussed up like a
Christmas goose, blindfolded, naked—vulnerable.
Sora felt her light sweet breath on his face, minty, like she had brushed her
teeth and wondered why she was so close. He wanted to lean back, but that would
drive the phallus deeper into his body so he remained still. “K-Kairi?”
Then, her lips pressed gently against the corner of his mouth and he felt her
tongue snake out, tasting him. He exploded backwards from her and that slammed
the phallus deeper inside him. He let out a cry, his mouth opening, and Kairi’s
tongue slid into his mouth. For a moment, he didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t
exactly hurting him, but he wanted this to stop. Desperately, he nipped her
intruding tongue with his teeth, not enough to hurt her, but enough to let her
know that he was frightened.
Sharply, Kairi flew back from him, panting, and wiped her mouth with the back
of her hand.
Sora was trembling, lying flat on his back on the bed, impaled even deeper.
“I-I’m so sorry!” Kairi gasped out. Then, she staggered back from the bed where
Sora as once again strewn and stared at his beautiful battered body. What had
come over her? Why had she kissed him, forced her mouth to his?
Sora rolled onto his side, drawing his legs tight to his chest.
“I’m sorry!” Kairi gasped out again.
Then, she turned from his prison room and ran. The door hung open behind her,
letting in a draft of ice cold air from the stone castle. He trembled,
shivering with freezing cold, but no one came back to close the door or to
cover him up. Sora lay there, trembling and shivering, blinded and bound, all
night—alone. For once, he wished Riku would come into his room just to warm him
up, but he was despairingly alone in that cold room.
X X X
So, what’s up with Kairi?
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***** The Dark King's Invitation *****
Just look at me! I’m an updating fiend! Although I think everyone is so sucked
into Where Do We Go When We Die? that no one is reading anything else…
Including this. I guess I’m just updating to make myself happy!
X X X
When the news reached King Roxas the Fair’s white castle, Roxas nearly
shattered his fists beating his rage and horror out on his sparring dummy. The
black king, Riku, had paraded Sora around his hideous city in a leather bondage
outfit with his eyes blindfolded and his ass stuffed with something terrible.
He had walked Sora around the city like a dog, showing him off, letting people
touch him and add sickening trinkets to his body.
Roxas punched the dummy as hard as he could and felt one of his fingers crack.
Letting out a cry, he cradled his hand against his chest, but he wished he
could hurt even more. He wished that God would tear his fingers right off his
hand if it would only take some pain from his poor precious Sora Sky.
“What have I done?” Roxas whispered. “Why did I let him go?”
Then, the white king continued to beat and punch the stuffed straw dummy even
though his hand was broken and continued to break with each blow. He only
stopped, falling to his knees and sobbing, when the blood was pouring from his
twisted broken fingers. He wished with all his might that he could do something
to help Sora, but what could he do? What could he do to help Sora? What could
he possibly do? He needed to help, but he also needed help.
…
Sora was still sleeping soundly, shivering slightly, when Selphie slithered
into the room. He was un-gagged, but still impaled and blindfolded and trapped
in her favorite leather rig on, he looked delectable. She just wanted to roll
him over, suck him into unwilling hardness, and ride him like a cheap mule, but
Riku had told here expressly not to touch him until he arrived. Instead, she
traced her fingertips in a shivering path up his thigh and over his chest, up
with bared throat and finally over his wounded-looking mouth. Then, she dipped
her mouth to his and sucked in the scent of his breath. She could smell sex
inside his mouth.
“Selphie,” Riku’s voice rang out sharply.
“I’m not touching him!” she protested.
“I know. You remember what we’re going to do, don’t you?”
“Of course. I’m already wet for it.”
“Good. Wake him up.”
“Gladly.”
Riku may have enjoyed fucking Sora and other beautiful young boys, but he still
denied to himself any love for the male sex. So, he had brought Selphie along
for two purposes that he himself could not perform.
The moment Selphie’s hot mouth descended on Sora’s flaccid member, he woke with
a startled cry and lurched up in the bed. The phallus deep inside his rectum
only pressed deeper and he groaned out a hiss of pain. Blindfolded as he was,
he had no idea what was happening, but his mouth was free and his tremulous
little voice whimpered out, “What?” while Selphie sucked him eagerly.
Her fingers found his balls, rolled them, and then pinched cruelly.
Sora yelped in pain.
“Selphie!” Riku snapped.
“Sorry,” she mumbled and wrapped her mouth around Sora’s injured testicle,
making some absurd noises that went deep into Sora and rattled something inside
his chest.
“Please, stop this,” he begged.
“Selphie, pull him up,” the dark king ordered.
She hooked her fingers in the leather getup, pulled Sora into a sitting
position so he gasped at the deepness of the phallus, and then dragged him to
his feet. He wavered, standing on the tips of his toes because of the intrusion
inside him. Riku palmed the base of the phallus and wriggled it a little,
making Sora gasp and cry out, while Selphie sucked hard. Riku saw his sister’s
fingers go between her legs and begin to stroke.
“Ready Sora?”
“Please, don’t do this to me anymore…”
Riku pulled the phallus out slowly to the tip, watching as Sora’s body
stretched and squirmed and relaxed as the thick long shaft slid out of him.
When it was only stretching his tightened ring and no longer deeply inside him,
he gasped out in relief, but it was short-lived. Riku slammed the unforgiving
leather phallus to the hilt inside him again.
Sora screamed out a breathy gasp, squirming. He couldn’t escape. If he tried to
back away from Selphie, Riku would only push into him with the phallus and if
he tried to escape Riku, he was only going deeper into Selphie. He was like a
rat in a trap.
What could he do?
Beg.
“Please, please, stop this,” Sora pleaded.
“Selphie,” Riku said.
She thrummed in her chest as if in agreement.
The phallus was removed and Sora gasped out a breath. Then, Riku’s hot fingers
probed his softened asshole, pushed in, hooked around the ring of tightened
muscles, and spread Sora’s anus wide. Sora tried to pull away, but there was no
where he could go.
“Please, please… stop it! That hurts! That’s my…” Riku pulled his tight anus
even wider and Sora cried out. “… my limit!”
Then, the hot wet head of Riku’s dick pushed inside him and Selphie pushed her
forehead into Sora’s lower stomach, pulling his member down her throat deeply.
Sora was pushed off his feet so that Riku’s thick shaft was the only thing
holding his bound body upright. Then, Riku’s hands were under his thighs,
lifting and spreading his legs until Sora felt as if he was going to split into
two separate halves. Selphie was only given greater access to his genitals by
this and began to suck and lick with renewed vigor.
“Selphie,” Riku said suddenly when it felt as if this had gone on forever.
Her hot mouth was suddenly gone. Blinded by the red silk still, Sora glanced
desperately around, ears straining for some sign of what was going to happen to
him next. The only thing that happened as Riku slithered back a little farther
on the bed and then was still, not even moving inside Sora yet. Where was
Selphie?
The mattress to the side of him dipped and then a leg was swung over his lifted
and spread ones, twining the three of them together like hot pretzels. He felt
something hot drip on him and knew Selphie’s soaking sex was incredibly nearby.
What was she going to do? She gripped Sora’s hardened cock, put her mouth
against the shell of his ear, and purred, “Ready?”
“No,” Sora gasped.
“To bad,” Riku responded.
Then, something very wet and hot and tight slipped down over Sora’s aching
shaft. Then, he felt something hard pressing into his belly.
“Selphie, really?” Riku groaned.
She licked her lips. “Can’t we unblindfold him? I want to see his face.”
“Fine, go ahead.”
Then, the red silk was pulled down and Sora blinked in the light. Blinded for a
moment, a few things came into focus slowly.
The first was… he could see Selphie’s back yet she was facing him? What was
that exactly? And he could see his own face, too. A mirror, he realized with a
jolt, so he could see everything they did to him. And sure enough, he could see
everything. His face was stricken with pain and fright, pale with a hot blush
over the bride of his nose and tears in the corners of his big blue eyes. God,
was that really his pathetic face? His asshole was stretched painfully with
Riku deep inside him and forcing his thin legs high and apart lewdly. Selphie
was straddling Sora, her thighs shining with wetness, but he thought something
was a little off…
“Look down, sweet Sora Sky,” Selphie purred and licked his earlobe.
Sora didn’t want to, but he did.
She hadn’t pushed his member inside her pussy as he had thought, but into her
ass instead. That hard thing pressing into his stomach as the phallus Riku had
pushed into Sora’s ass yesterday that Selphie had now pushed deep into her own
cunt. She grinned, but Sora only felt sick.
“What do you think, Sora?” the woman whispered. “How does it feel to be taken
so completely? My brother’s raping your ass and I’m raping your dick. There is
absolutely no part of you for you anymore. It’s all gone now.”
Sora’s throat filled with stones and he looked away from both Selphie and the
mirror.
Riku took his cheeks tightly in his fingers. “No, Sora, I want you to look I
want you to see the expression on your face when you are taken. If you look
away, I’ll take the phallus out of Selphie and it will join me inside your
ass.”
Sora’s throat clenched. He couldn’t breathe. A little animal sound came out.
“Selphie, start moving,” Riku said. Then, he slammed a quick powerful jab deep
inside Sora’s rectum, bouncing Selphie so that the walls of her intestines
grasped and clutched at Sora’s member. She moaned out, licking and nipping
Sora’s ears and throat.
Sora never looked away from the reflection of his face in the mirror and
neither did Riku.
It seemed like forever before they finished with him, Riku emptying into Sora’s
ass so that Sora could see all the white cream spurting out of him in the
reflection of the mirror and Selphie’s wet juices soaking through everything.
Then, Selphie whimpered pleadingly with her bother until he allowed her to push
one of her favorite fat vibrators into Sora’s abused ass and turn the vibration
up to full blast. As if he was a doll to be used and discarded, they left him
like that on the bed, impaled and coated in sex.
Sora rolled over and pushed his face into the pillows, but he couldn’t cry. He
just couldn’t.
…
“What do you think, brother?” Selphie asked, standing naked at her window.
Riku, not as unabashed as his sister, was shrugging into his robe. “He’s
breaking.”
“It’s delicious,” Selphie agreed, “but I do wish it would last a little longer.
He’s such a delight the way he begs and pleads.” She giggled. “I’d love to play
with that fragile little spirit a while longer.”
Riku made a sound in his chest.
“Do you have an idea, brother?” Selphie asked and turned to face him, full
breasts swinging.
“I do,” Riku said with a grin. “Send a messenger to King Roxas the Fair. Ask
him if he’d like to pay a visit to his sweet Sora Sky.”
“And?” Selphie prompted.
Riku’s dragon-green eyes flashed and he didn’t answer her. He only barked a
laugh and left her pleasure-room.
X X X
Well, what are the evil people planning?
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***** Kairi's Assistance to the Dark King *****
Nada.
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It was no surprise that Roxas jumped on the opportunity to come visit Sora. The
white king would be in Riku’s castle the very next day so Riku began thinking
about what state he wanted the good king to find his sweetheart in when he
arrived. But Riku always did his best thinking when he was having sex and since
he and Selphie had already boned Sora and left him squirming, that meant he
needed a different target. After Sora’s tight hole, he was going to need
someone who hadn’t been fucked in a while to even compare. But who?
Ah, his little doctor maid skirted by with her medical kit and a nervous white
face. “Kami?” Riku called out.
“It’s Kairi,” she whispered, stopping before him. She was already shaking, as
she always was in his presence, she remembered what he did to her—all the
things he had done to her. It almost made Sora’s torment look enjoyable. “Do
you need something?”
His fingers caught her chin, he grinned predatorily, and then there was nothing
but darkness for Kairi.
…
Sora was good in all positions—lying down, standing, pushed against the wall,
facedown, on top, twisted and tied up, on the bottom, roped and bonded, gagged
and stuffed with toys, in the shower or in a bed, doggy-style or any other
position. It didn’t matter with Sora, but Kairi… well, she was only good
hanging by her wrists with her legs barred apart so she could struggle and
writhe to no avail. It was always fun to play with her and watch her resist.
It was in this old and much-hated position that Kairi returned to
consciousness. Her wrists were bound with soft silk and then rope that attached
to one of the ceiling rafters of Riku’s pleasure room. (Unlike Selphie, who
lived in hers, Riku only used it when he wanted equipment which want very often
seeing as he had his own. While Selphie’s room was mostly dildos and toys, Riku
had all manner of bondage rigs in his. But, like Selphie, he had an impressive
collection.) Kairi was still dressed, but her boots had been removed and she
knew the rest of her clothing wouldn’t last very long once the dark king
arrived.
Kairi’s heart thundered. Was he already here, waiting in the dark? “K-King R-
Riku?” she gasped out.
“Oh, so you’re awake?” Sure enough, he emerged from the shadows. In his hand,
he held an intensely vibrating dildo, one Kairi remembered well from her days
in this chamber. It had been almost two years since Riku had taken her, but
that time had run out.
“Please, don’t,” she begged.
Riku laughed. “You and Sora should make beautiful endlessly-protesting babies.”
“Sora,” she gasped. “Is this punishment?”
Riku’s brow lifted. “Punishment for what?”
Kairi realized her error and looked quickly away.
Riku fisted his hand in her hair and yanked her head back until she was forced
to look at him or go prematurely bald. “What did you do to Sora?” he hissed.
“I… I…”
He yanked harder. “Tell me!”
“I kissed him!” Kairi blurted in confession, eyes squeezing tightly shut in
thought of the slap that was to come for touching Riku’s precious new toy.
Instead, Riku barked a harsh laugh and released her. “God, Sora really is
something, isn’t he? He even got you—you!—the girl who hates to be touched, to
think about raping him. God, it’s ridiculous how that boy brings it out in
people.”
Kairi shuddered, ashamed.
“Well, Kairi, are you ready to play?” Riku hissed and then she heard the angry
hum of the vibrator in his hand.
“No, please!” she begged.
Riku laughed again. “Really, you and Sora are so adorable together. I wonder
what it would be like to force him to rape you or vice versa.”
Kairi sobbed.
Then, Riku pushed the vibrator between her thighs. She tried to clamp her legs
together, but the bar made it difficult and Riku could still worm the toy’s way
between her thighs. The humming vibrator pressed against her clothed vagina and
she let out a scream of forced pleasure as it rocked her body. She squirmed and
struggled, trying to get away from him, but he only grinned at her furious
desperation to escape. Really, this girl was so much like Sora it was
ridiculous.
He pressed the vibrator against her fully, lifting her onto her toes as she
tried to get away. She squirmed and writhed and managed to spin herself all the
way around from her moorings. Then, Riku hooked his fingers in her skirt and
panties and pulled them down.
“What do you think, Kairi? How good does that feel?” he purred against her ear
from behind, holding her steady as he rubbed the vibrator fiercely against her
snatch. “How long has it been since anyone’s touched you, huh?”
“Please, stop it!”
Riku rubbed between her wet folds and began rubbing her even harder until she
was squirming and crying in desperate pleasure that she wanted to stop. “Kairi,
since it’s been so long, I’ll let you choose…”
“Choose?” she gasped and tried to squirm away.
“Yes. Where would you like to be fucked? In the ass or in the pussy?”
Kairi cried out.
“Well?”
“My… my vagina…”
“Say it.”
“P-pussy…”
“Now, beg me.”
“N-no,” she sobbed.
“I’ll fuck you hard, girl.”
“Please, in my p-pussy…”
“Say ‘please, put your dick into my hot cunt, my king,” Riku ordered her.
She sobbed, whimpering, and it was Sora all over again.
“Say it.”
“P-please… put your d-dick in my h-h-hot c-cunt, my king,” she forced out.
Riku stroked her face. “Bravo.”
She winced.
Then, from behind, he plunged deep into her to the hilt. She scream in agony,
hot wetness gushing down Riku’s shaft because she as female after all and this
was not Sora’s tight anus that he was plowing into. Kairi was slick with her
juices and he could take her as hard as he wanted without fear of her ripping
like Sora would. So, he took her as hard as he could, slamming into her
fiercely so that he breath exploded from her lungs with each thrust.
It was then, buried to the hilt inside Kairi, that Riku decided how he wanted
Roxas the Fair to discover poor Sora.
With that off his mind, he fucked Kairi even harder and for even longer than he
had planned. Thinking about setting Sora up like that… Riku shuddered. It made
his dick hard just thinking about it and he hadn’t even done it yet.
Okay, Roxas the Fair are you ready for your own personal hell? Of your own
making, none the less?
X X X
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***** Roxas the Fair's Visit: Pt I *****
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The white king, Roxas the Fair, was due in about two hours or so Riku left
Kairi tied up, her pussy stuffed with one of Selphie’s vibrators and her mouth
gagged securely, and went to see about what he had planned to do with Sora. The
beautiful youth was still bound in the leather getup that Riku had marched him
around the black city like a dog in with Selphie’s favorite fat vibrator shoved
deep in his ass. The vibrator must have been on his prostate because Sora was
half-hard, face buried in the pillow to hide both his expression and any small
escaping sounds.
Riku grasped Sora by the straps of the leather getup, dragged the youth to his
feet, and looked him up and down.
Sora’s beautiful porcelain pale face was flushed, his bright blue eyes framed
by dark circles, and his mouth was slightly swollen from being kissed. He
looked so beautiful… so perfect… the most lovely abused little doll and Roxas
would break when he saw Sora’s face. That was so say nothing of his body.
Riku grinned. “Sweet Sora Sky,” he purred and kissed the boy. Sora whimpered,
keeping his mouth closed, but Riku cupped his genitals and squeezed, milking
his shaft. “Kiss me, Sora, and I’ll let you cum. It hurts, doesn’t it? To be
unable to cum after so long?”
Sora made a sound of pain deep in his throat as Riku’s hands cupped and spread
his ass, fingers pressing for his abused core. The vibrator slid out a little,
making a horrible sound, and Sora winced, biting his aching lower lip.
Riku chuckled meanly. “What’s this? You’re so loose, so wet, Sora. Do you like
it? You’re all icky down here.”
“No,” Sora whispered. “Please, stop this… I don’t—I don’t like this!”
Riku slapped him, watching the redness swell on Sora’s pale face. “Remember,
you lost the deal. You don’t get to say that anymore.” Then, he shoved Sora
down hard on the mattress so that the boy’s body bounced.
Sora sobbed, his hands still tied behind his back and roped to his waist.
“Please—”
Riku grabbed Sora’s thighs, digging his nails into the tender flesh, and Sora
sobbed. He spread those legs high and apart, revealing everything—Sora’s half-
hardened cock, his abused ass, his tormented and bound body. Everything was
beautiful and tormented. Then, he pushed the vibrator in deeper until Sora’s
eyes squeezed shut and his head fell back, gasping.
“That’s your prostate, Sora. Doesn’t it feel good?”
Sora gasped, whimpering, as Riku wrapped his long fingers around Sora’s cock
and began to stroke. He turned up the vibrator until Sora’s entire body was
trembling and writhing in that forced pleasure. His mouth fell open, head
tipping back, and Riku pressed his lips to that bared throat. He bit and sucked
until Sora’s pale throat was a ring of red pearled hickeys. Suddenly, Sora
turned his face away, burying it into the pillow and Riku wondered why a moment
before Sora’s hot semen splattered on his bare chest.
“Ah, so you did like it,” Riku whispered. “Then you’ll really like what I have
in store for you today.”
True fear showed in Sora’s face.
Riku dragged him back to his feet, pulled out the vibrator, and stripped him
out of the leather getup, but kept his wrists restrained tightly with one hand.
The rig he had pushed into the room earlier, borrowed from Selphie, was waiting
patiently in the corner. There was a beam running through the ceiling there and
Riku quickly looped some light cotton rope over it, bound Sora’s wrists with
it, and then hoisted the boy until his feet barely touched the ground. Sora’s
face came alive with fear, his skin as pale as a fish’s belly and those red
hickeys so-painful-looking-bright-red.
“I’ll let you see what I’m going to do to you, Sora Sky,” Riku said and turned
on the rig. The single long thick strangely-shaped phallus began to drive up
and down powerfully, stabbing into the air. “You will be mounted on this and it
will fuck you and fuck you hard.”
Tears swelled in Sora’s beautiful blue eyes.
“I am also going to apply nipple clips with little bells on them to you. Along
with this,” Riku held up a strange thing that Sora didn’t even know what it
could possibly do. “This is a fake pussy. I slide it down over your dick and it
gets warm and vibrates, but the top is open so that every time you cum, it will
splatter all over your chest. This way, I can see how much you’ve enjoyed your
torment.”
Sora turned his face away. “W-Why are you doing this?”
Riku grabbed his chin. “Why Sora?”
Sora nodded, closing his eyes in a wince.
Riku kissed him hard and deep, cupped his ass and pushed his fingers inside so
that Sora arched onto the tips of his toes, and pressed his knee between Sora’s
thighs. When he pulled away, Sora’s eyes were dripping tears and his mouth was
swollen anew.
“Because it’s fun,” Riku said with a grin.
He picked up the jar of lube Selphie had thrown in when he asked for it, dipped
his fingers in, and showed Sora the stick wetness.
“It’s time to get you outfitted, Sora.”
Then, Riku disappeared behind him and Sora’s heart began to race and throb. It
wasn’t seconds before Riku pushed two fingers in and began to stroke and coat
his insides in sticky lube. No… wait, those weren’t fingers. Sora gasped and
tried to squirm away, but the rope tethering his hands to the beam above him
kept him from moving more than a centimeter. Those weren’t Riku’s fingers… It
was the king’s tongue, probing and licking around inside his ass.
“Please, please stop… it’s dirty,” Sora pleaded.
“So? I’ve put my dick in there and you’ve sucked my dick. It’s dirtier for you,
tasting your own ass.”
Sora whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut.
Riku’s tongue went on forever, licking and probing and tasting. Then, he added
fingers and those reached deeper, stretching him wider and wider until there
was no room left. Then, Riku scooped up more lube and started again, pressing
and stretching and working at Sora’s tight ass. The more he touched and the
deeper, the more he touched Sora’s prostate and soon he found himself hardening
again no matter how much he wished he wouldn’t.
“Ready?”
Sora’s eyes shot open and fell on the phallus waiting for him. It looked almost
like… a fist. It was so thick and fat at the top, tapering down to normal size,
but Riku didn’t make a move for the rig. Suddenly, Sora felt a large hardness
pressing against his well-lubricated anus and he knew what Riku as going to do
to him.
“No!” he begged, his voice coming out a terrified shriek.
But Riku plunged his fist into Sora hard and fast.
Sora screamed, whimpering and choking in agony, even as Riku continued to pump
and thrust into him with that balled fist.
“Oh god, Sora. You’re so fucking tight. And I thought I had stretched you out.”
Riku kissed and licked Sora’s neck. “This machine is going to fucking hurt you
for the first half an hour or so.”
Sora sobbed, broken.
Riku pulled out his fist and went to the rig. He lubed up the fisting phallus
and pushed the rig over to Sora. “Spread those legs. Hold yourself up with your
arms so I can slide it under you.”
“Please… please no,” Sora begged.
Riku’s eyes were hard. “Spread your legs, Sora.”
He had no choice.
The rig settled between his thighs and Riku helped Sora fit his feet into the
stirrups so he could support some of his weight and not be torn apart. He
strapped Sora’s thin thighs to the saddle so he couldn’t wriggle away. Then, he
cupped Sora’s ass and guided him over the thick phallus. It was bigger than
Riku’s fist. Wait until Roxas the Fair saw that pop out of Sora’s abused
rectum! Riku added more lube, not wanting Sora torn by the machine. He wanted
to fuck him hard the moment Roxas left so that the boy’s screams would chase
the white king from the castle.
Content with that, Riku helped Sora ease down on the thick phallus.
Sora yelped and strained. “Please, it hurts!”
“Relax or you’ll rip.”
“Please! Please, take it out!”
“Sora, take a breath.”
But Sora had seen the size of the thing beneath him and felt Riku’s smaller
fist. He was terrified. So Riku put the fake pussy over Sora’s dick and turned
it on. Distracted, he was able to stretch and finger Sora’s ass more and begin
to try again. Even so…
“Please! Please don’t! Please, it hurts! Take it out of me!”
Riku slammed Sora down on the phallus in one quick plunge and the boy screamed
in absolute agony,, panting and wailing. Riku waited a few minutes for Sora’s
body to adjust to the massive size and then turned it on low. Sora screamed
anew, struggling to pull himself up and off the thing, but it drove into him
slowly and evenly. A few minutes passed before Sora had adjusted and was
gasping in slight pain as he was filled and stuffed over and over. Then, Riku
clipped the clamps down on the boy’s nipples, turned up the fake pussy to high,
set the fisting phallus machine on high, and stood back to watch to make sure
it worked.
Sora’s earlier orgasm had sensitized his cock and it only took a few moments
before the combination of vibrating heat around his dick and the thrusting
against his prostate to make him cum. Riku licked the semen off Sora’s chest
and then kissed him, making him taste himself. Then, as the final touch and
blow, he blindfolded the boy again.
“Now, Sora, when that door opens again and I walk in, I want you to say
something. If you don’t say it, I’ll put and even bigger phallus inside you,
got it?”
“Wh-what do you want me to say?”
“Please, my king, fuck me harder with your fat cock.”
“But—”
“If you say it, I won’t stuff you with toys tonight. I’ll let you sleep.”
Tears went slowly down Sora’s cheeks. “I will… I’ll say it…”
“Repeat it to me.”
“P-please, my king, f-f-f-fuck me h-harder with your fat cock.”
Riku stroked away Sora’s tears. “Perfect.”
Are you prepared, Roxas the Fair?
…
Roxas arrived at the castle early, as Riku had expected. Also as he had
expected, Selphie, himself, and Roxas tried to have a moment of polite small
talk as royals were supposed to, but Roxas was unable to focus. He kept looking
around, looking for Sora, so Riku gave up. He told Roxas where his precious sex
slave was locked away and watched the blonde king rush off as fast as his legs
would carry him. Selphie glanced at Riku.
“Do you think we’ll hear him scream?”
“Without a doubt.”
…
Roxas raced through the black castle’s hallowed halls, counting off doors until
he found the one Sora was locked in. God, what could these horrible people have
done to his sweet Sora? Paraded him around the city like a dog? Surely raped
him? But what else? He knew what King Riku was capable of As much as he wanted
to see Sora, he was afraid to open the door. What if Sora was no longer inside
his body? What if the Sora Roxas loved was dead, raped to death by these
people? Finally he pushed open the door.
Sora’s head snapped up immediately and his swollen mouth opened. “Please, my
king, fuck me harder with your fat cock.”
Roxas’s heart broke into a million pieces.
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Questions, comments, concerns?
***** Roxas the Fair's Visit: Pt II *****
Hmm, I don’t know what to say about this chapter.
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Roxas didn’t know what to do when he laid eyes on his precious Sora. He didn’t
know if he could touch him because every inch of Sora’s frail body was darkened
with bruises and battered. One of his ribs even looked crooked from a break. He
didn’t know if he could touch Sora without him screaming because Sora was being
raped by a machine, his pale heaving chest splattered in semen as the pleasure
was forced out of him. And then, there were the words he had spoken when Roxas
walked in.
‘Please, my king, fuck me harder with your fat cock.’
Timidly, Roxas crossed the room to his precious childhood friend and bit his
lips as he looked at the pounding machine. He found the levers and buttons that
changed the speed, thrust, and power and tried to turn the machine off. His
first attempt only turned it up, the phallus thrusting faster and deeper. Sora
screamed in agony, his hands twisting in pain as he tried to heave himself away
from the horrible device. In his panic, Roxas turned the machine off. Sora
collapsed down, still impaled, panting.
Roxas reached up and carefully untied the blindfold, feeling Sora wince and
whimper. Then, the cloth was lowered and Sora’s beautiful eyes blinked blearily
in the sudden light. He thought that Roxas was Riku and that the turning up of
the machine had been punishment, so he squeezed his eyes shut and choked out
those words Riku had demanded he say again.
“Please, my king, fuck me harder with your fat cock.”
Roxas cupped Sora’s face gently, hating how he winced away, whimpering. “Sora,
it’s Roxas. Do you remember me?”
Sora’s eyes eased open, red-rimmed and painful-looking, but the same bright
beautiful blue that Roxas loved so much. In the depths of those eyes, he saw a
new and terrible darkness. Sora had suffered—and suffered badly. For a moment,
he stared at Roxas, uncomprehending what he was seeing. Then, tears welled up
in his eyes and he whispered, “Roxas…”
Roxas smiled painfully, murmuring Sora’s name tenderly. “Can I get you off this
thing?”
“Please!” There was so much desperation in Sora’s voice that chilled Roxas to
the core.
Roxas unbound Sora’s thighs and then craned to free his wrists. Sora sobbed,
clutching his hands to his chest and rubbing raw wrists, and slumped sideways
against Roxas’s strong chest. Roxas wrapped his arms around Sora’s naked body
and gently lifted him from the phallus. Sora whimpered, his fingers digging
into Roxas’s shoulders, and the phallus slipped out of him with an audible pop.
Roxas’s heart leaped into his throat, thundering, when he saw the size of that
thing inside Sora. It was larger than any normal man’s clenched fist. How had
that fit inside Sora’s tiny body?
“Oh Sora,” he whispered.
“Roxas… I missed you…”
The white king gently laid his love on the bed, stripped off his shirt, and
wrapped Sora’s beautiful nudity in the white fabric. The cloth was the same
chalk-white as Sora’s flesh save where he was marked with dark bruises,
hickeys, and old pale scars. Then, he sat down on the bed beside Sora and
gently touched his shoulder.
“Sora,” Roxas whispered. “I’m so sorry. I heard what… what they’ve been doing
to you.”
Sora’s expression was one of agony. “But the treaty is still in effect, isn’t
it?”
“Yes…”
His blue eyes eased open. “Then I’m alright,” he whispered.
“Sora—”
Sora sat up fast and flung his arms around Roxas, the shirt falling from his
naked shoulders. For a moment, Roxas was stunned as Sora’s sudden display of
affection, but quickly embraced the young man in return. He stroked Sora’s soft
hair, caressed his back, and just held him gently. He didn’t want to think
about how long it had been since Sora had felt a kind touch. How long had he
been gone from Roxas’s white castle? A few months? It felt like so much longer.
“Sora, I’m so sorry.”
Sora’s mouth was pressed against Roxas’s throat and Roxas felt his hot wet
tongue flash out to wet his lips. “Roxas,” he whispered.
“Yes, precious?”
“I want you to take me.”
Roxas’s heart skipped a beat, skipped several, stopped altogether. He pushed
Sora back so that he could see the boy’s expression and stared at him. Sora was
so beautiful with his pale porcelain skin, his lovely face, and those bright
sky-blue eyes, but he had been so damaged by Riku. His eyes were fringed with
deep dark circles, his body had always been thin but was now like that of a
skeleton, and he had been beaten. He was so beaten, broken, hurt.
“Please,” Sora whispered again. “I want you to take me, Roxas.”
Roxas choked on his tongue and hi heart lurched back into action. “T-take you
where, Sora?”
Sora stared at him, eyes bright and darkened way back in the depths of his
soul. How many times had Sora been raped here? What terrible things had they
done to him? Surely Sora meant he wanted Roxas to take him away, back to the
white castle. He couldn’t possibly want… what Roxas thought he wanted…
Sora cupped Roxas’s face, still seated in his lap, and timidly pressed his
cheek against Roxas’s. His lips were pressed against the shell of Roxas’s ear
and he felt Sora’s throat working fiercely to force out what he wanted to say.
Roxas hugged him gently, held him close. “Sora?”
“Please, Roxas, I want you to… to… I want you to take me, Roxas. I want you to
do it gently, with love. I want to know what it feels like not to be… fucked so
hard that I bleed,” Sora whispered. His voice was full of despair and
desperation, but also with fear. That if Roxas didn’t want him, didn’t love
him, anymore now that Riku and Selphie had taken every inch of his body.
“Please, Roxas,” he whispered again, softly, and hugged his king close.
“Please, I need to feel you.”
Roxas gently pushed Sora back and cupped his face gently with both hands. “Do
you know what you’re asking of me, Sora?”
“Please…”
“Why?”
“I want to… I need to… Please, Roxas…”
For a moment, Roxas hesitated. He had always wanted to share Sora’s body, to
feel his precious friend’s climax and pleasure, to know that Sora loved and
wanted him in that way. This… was nothing like Roxas had wanted. Sora had been
raped, fucked hard and fast and long. All Sora wanted was tenderness and love.
This was not what Roxas wanted, how he wanted to be with Sora, but he couldn’t
say no to Sora and he couldn’t say no to a chance to feel Sora’s muscles
clenching around him.
So, because he loved Sora and because he was selfish, he kissed Sora gently.
Sora gasped against his lips, his first instinct to pull back, but Roxas gently
stroked his hair and comforted him until his mouth slowly opened and allowed
Roxas’s tongue to enter his cavern. Roxas explored him, gently touching Sora’s
battered chest and back, stroking his soft porcelain skin until Sora had mostly
relaxed against him. Then, Roxas cautiously wrapped his fingers around Sora’s
member. Again, Sora gasped, arching away from Roxas’s kiss.
Patiently, he waited for Sora to come back around and continued to gently
stroke his semi-hard shaft. Sora gasped for breath, his beautiful eyes half-
lidded with insecurities, and then slowly dipped his head to meet Roxas’s lips
for another kiss. Roxas began to stroke Sora quickening his pace until Sora had
to pull away from the kiss to gasp for breath, panting into the side of his
neck and clutching Roxas close. Roxas whispered his name, gently running his
thumb over Sora’s sensitive weeping head.
“Roxas,” he whispered breathlessly. “Can I feel you?”
“I am touching you, Sora.”
“I… I, please, I want to feel you against me.”
Roxas wet his lips. “Sora,” he whispered.
“Please…” he begged.
Sora’s cool thin fingers timidly pulled at the waistband of Roxas’s trousers.
His fingers dipped in, tracing against the flesh of Roxas’s lower belly, and
the white king shivered. Sora was going to… Abruptly, he grasped Sora’s thin
wrist and still his hand from its path.
“Sora, you don’t have to.”
Sora looked into Roxas’s face, his eyes soft and sad but also ready. He knew
Roxas would never hurt him—it was the one truth he could depend on in his
tormented life. “I want to,” he whispered and pushed Roxas’s hand away. Then,
he carefully gripped Roxas’s hardened shaft. Embarrassed to be completely hard
even in this situation, Roxas looked away from Sora’s sweet face, but Sora
pressed his lips to Roxas’s throat, his tongue snaking out to lightly lick the
heated flesh.
“Sora…” Roxas gasped, his head tilting back.
In return, he squeezed Sora’s shaft a little harder and began to stroke again
as Sora gently cautiously fondled Roxas. Then, he helped Sora free his penis
from his trousers, pressed both their members together tightly, and began to
pump. Sora shuddered, whimpering and trembling, as their sensitive flesh rubbed
together. Moisture beaded on the head of his cock and Roxas had to close his
eyes to fight back his own orgasm. Sora was so beautiful…
“R-Roxas,” Sora gasped. “Why—?”
“Why what?” Roxas asked, squeezing Sora tighter and milking him faster.
“Why does it feel so good with you?” he gasped, fingers squeezing Roxas’s
shoulders in bliss. He arched backwards, his head tilting back, and a small cry
of pleasure escaping him.
“Because I love you,” Roxas whispered and then kissed Sora deeply. His tongue
slipped past his teeth, delved into the moist heat, and swallowed the little
sounds of pleasure Sora made as he milked Sora’s straining member.
Sora buckled in half, pressing tightly against Roxas’s bare chest with his own
naked cool flesh, and pressed his open mouth to Roxas’s throat. A shudder went
through him and then, in Roxas’s hand, he came for the white king. He gasped
out a moan, clutching Roxas tightly as he shuddered, riding the end of his
orgasm.
“Was that what you wanted, Sora?” Roxas whispered, rubbing Sora’s back with the
hand free of semen.
Surprisingly, Sora shook his head.
“Sora?”
“I want… I want you inside me.”
Roxas’s gaze slid to the fist-sized phallus on the machine that had been
ruthlessly fucking Sora when he entered the room. Gently, he cupped Sora’s face
and looked into his love’s eyes. “Sora, I don’t want to hurt you,” he
whispered.
Sora barked a harsh laugh. “You know what they’ve been doing to me. You… you
saw that monster…”
Roxas hugged him tightly, kissing Sora’s neck and ears. “I just…”
“I know,” Sora whispered. “I want this. I told you why.”
Roxas kissed Sora’s mouth, cutting off anything else he was going to say, and
gently lay Sora down on the mattress. He kissed Sora’s semen-splattered chest,
pale and battered otherwise, and licked gently. Sora’s eyes closed. “Don’t,
Roxas. That’s… dirty…”
“I don’t care. I love you, every part of you.”
Then, Roxas’s fingers found Sora’s stretched entrance and gently pushed into
the hot flesh. Surprisingly, even after being brutally fisted by the machine,
Sora was still slightly tight. His muscles clenched around Roxas’s fingers as
he curved them in search of Sora’s prostate. Sora jolted, shuddering in
pleasure, and Roxas kissed his open mouth.
“Roxas,” Sora gasped and tightened his arms around Roxas’s bare back. His nails
raked in the soft flesh and Roxas moaned.
“Sora, can I take you now?”
“Please!”
Slowly, Roxas slipped into Sora’s moist stretched rectum with a groan of bliss.
It was like nothing he had ever fantasized about. Sora felt better than he
could have ever imagined. Sora’s head fell back and a desperate cry escaped
him. Roxas wriggled his hips, sliding deeper into Sora and pressing against his
sweet spot. Sora’s cock began to harden between their stomachs, twitching, as
Roxas began to move inside him. With each thrust, Sora’s breath exploded from
his lungs and he gasped out Roxas’s name in pleasure.
Roxas lowered his head and captured Sora’s mouth, kissing him deep and
passionately while he ravished his childhood slave’s beautiful battered body.
Sora’s muscles were clenching down on him, milking him as he pulled out to the
tip and sheathed himself inside Sora to the hilt once again. Sora gasped
against Roxas’s mouth, their tongues dancing in a frenzy. Then, Roxas grasped
Sora’s cock and began to stroke, rubbing the over-sensitive tip, and striking
Sora’s sweet spot deep inside Sora’s rectum again and again.
His own release was building inside and he licked Sora’s throat, suckling
lightly, while he continued to rub Sora’s hard member. This was what he had
always wanted—to pleasure Sora with the upmost love and care. It was horrible
that Riku had taken everything away from Sora—raped him, violated him, forced
him to walk around stuffed with toys and bound in leather, blindfolded, forced
to say awful things, and fucking him more than humanly safe—but maybe this
could take away some of the pain from those terrible things.
“Sora,” Roxas gasped. “Can I cum inside you?”
Sora’s legs tightened around Roxas’s hips. “Please.”
Roxas angled his final thrusts to hit Sora’s sweet spot over and over, wracking
him with impossible pleasure until Sora’s eyes closed and his head fell back in
bliss again. His second orgasm was even more powerful than the first and
Roxas’s hot cream spilled inside Sora’s reamed ass, coating it almost
soothingly. Roxas remained deep inside Sora until he was soft and Sora had
stopped panting. Then, he gently kissed Sora’s brow and then his lips.
“Sora?”
“Mmm?”
“Was that what you wanted?”
“Yes… thank you…” he whispered and his beautiful cerulean- sky-blue eyes slid
closed. He must have been exhausted because he fell asleep quickly.
Roxas slipped out of Sora and cuddled his precious in his arms tightly, just
holding him gently and safely. Then, Sora began to whimper and cry out in his
sleep, tears streaming beneath his lashes, and he weakly fought Roxas’s arm
away. Alone, Sora curled up upon himself and lay like that, naked and shivering
and so incredibly violated. It as then that Roxas vowed to make Riku pay for
everything he had done to Sora. He would find a way to finish this and get Sora
home where he could be safe.
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This is a secret end pairing story because I can’t decide if I want Sora to be
with Roxas or Kairi. I’ll figure it out as I go, I suppose.
Questions, comments, concerns?
***** Shame Brought on by Blue Eyes? *****
I don’t really have anything to say today.
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When Sora woke up, Roxas was gone and Riku was sitting on a hard-backed wooden
chair, watching Sora with a predatory smile. But after his passion with Roxas,
Sora wasn’t feeling as terrified as he had been. Instead of cowering, he sat up
and folded his legs so that Riku couldn’t see his genitals and asked flatly,
“Are you here to fuck me?”
Riku grinned. “Is that what you want, Sora Sky?”
Sora lay down again. “I don’t care.”
“I know you let Roxas the Fair fuck you, Sora,” Riku hissed, leaning low over
Sora’s prone form.
Riku ran his hands over the naked flesh and dipped between Sora’s legs, probing
for his asshole. The youth’s uncaring attitude ended quicker than a blink and
Sora tried to push Riku’s hands away, but Riku was nothing if not persistent
and mean. He found Sora’s reamed anus and pushed two fingers in. Over his
fingers, Roxas’s semen oozed out and Sora cried out.
“Wow, letting this much out,” Riku remarked. “How many times did he take you?”
“Leave me alone!”
Riku slapped him, harder than he ever had before.
Sora whimpered, pressing his hands to his face.
“How many times did you let him fuck you, Sora?” Riku repeated.
Sora gasping in pain, biting his lip.
Riku slapped him again. “How many times did Roxas fuck you?”
“Once,” Sora gasped, sobbing. “Just once…”
Riku slapped him, but lightly. “Did you like it?”
Sora sobbed, curling his small body in on itself.
Riku fisted his hand in Sora’s hair and forced those beautiful baby blue eyes
to meet his cruel gaze. “Did you like being fucked by Roxas, Sora?”
Sora’s beautiful eyes welled with tears.
“Well, did you fucking like it?”
Sora squeezed his eyes shut. “Yes…”
Riku barked a laugh and threw Sora down on the bed. Then, he tucked his hands
behind his back and circled the bed, watching Sora and observing his pretty
broken body from every angle. Sora only sobbed harder, hugging himself tightly,
shivering naked mess that he was.
“Do you know what I think about that, Sora?”
Sora whimpered.
“Well, what did I think?”
“I… I don’t know…”
Riku grinned. “I think it deserves… punishment!”
Sora made a dive from the bed, hoping to get to the relative safety of the
bathroom, but Riku caught him by his thick chocolate tresses. He yanked Sora’s
body back against his chest and pinned him there with a strong grip. Sora
struggled lamely and then stopped altogether. He slumped like a rag doll and
pressed his hands to his face, sobbing.
“Please… please, don’t…”
Riku caught Sora’s face tightly and kissed him, deeply, practically choking
Sora with his tongue. Sora struggled lamely, but then stopped. He let Riku
ravage his mouth, hands digging into his soft ass and pressing him against the
growing erection. There was nothing he could do to escape.
“You’re not going to fight me?” Riku whispered into his mouth.
Sora shook his head slightly.
“Why not?” Riku asked and gave him a little space to talk.
Sora hesitated.
“Well?”
“I know… I know that I can’t get away…”
Riku kissed him again, murmuring into Sora’s forced open mouth, “Smart boy.”
Sora made a small sound of agony and discomfort as Riku pushed fingers back
into his rectum and Roxas’s semen oozed out.
“So, how shall I punish you?”
The youth made a pained sound as Riku cupped his genitals and began to stroke,
working his ass and penis in time without hurting him in any way so that it
actually felt… good. Roxas’s name burned in Sora’s throat and he swallowed down
his heart.
“Shall I let Selphie have you?”
Sora jolted and clung to Riku’s shirt. “Please, no… You promised…”
“I did, didn’t I, pet?”
Sora nodded, his eyes filling with tears of terror. The last time Selphie had
taken Sora, she had beaten his body to a pulp.
“Alright, then what should I do to you?” Riku asked and sucked Sora’s throat.
“Should I rape you again? Beat you? Suck you or make you suck me? Parade you
through the city all stuffed with toys? Put you back on the fucking machine?”
Sora shuddered in Riku’s arms.
“Well, Sora, what would you prefer?”
“Please…”
“Just tell me which you want me to do to you, Sora?”
“Please, please, don’t…”
“You need to be punished for fucking Roxas.”
“But—”
“I’ll choose for you.”
Sora sobbed, shuddering violently.
“I think… I’ll fuck you as hard as I can for as long as I can.”
“No! Please!”
Riku tightened his arms around Sora and squeezed his balls painfully until Sora
was whimpering and shivering in pain. Then, he pushed Sora down on the bed,
pinning his wrists above his head and straddling him. For one moment, Sora
stared directly into Riku’s face and a deep shame welled up in Riku’s chest.
Why was he doing this? Sora was just a sweet kid, desperately looking for some
kindness in his hell? Why hurt him for that? But then Sora turned his gaze away
and the feeling went with his gaze.
Riku pressed kisses along the column of Sora’s throat, across his collarbones,
and finally claimed his mouth again. Sora gasped for breath and Riku delved
into the vulnerable cavern. He pushed his knee between Sora’s thin legs and
Sora whimpered into his mouth. It was then that Riku made his move for his
torment… his punishment for so willingly being fucked by Roxas…
The ropes found Sora’s frail wrists, yanked tight so that the coarse fibers bit
into the soft flesh, and kept Sora in a completely vulnerable position. The
change in Sora was immediate. Yes, he had been raped and beaten, but he hadn’t
been restrained for that. Being restrained made it a whole other game and the
fear in Sora’s face was like sugar to Riku. He licked Sora’s throat and pulled
back, binding Sora’s ankles at the foot of the bed.
“W-what is this?” Sora whispered.
“Ropes,” Riku purred and kissed a path up Sora’s leg to his crotch.
Sora twisted this way and that, trying to escape the onslaught, but he just
couldn’t. He was just so completely bound like a lamb for slaughter.
“Please, let me go…”
“This is your punishment for being fucked by Roxas,” Riku said. Then, he dipped
his fingers into Sora’s ass and fingered Roxas’s semen until his fingers were
coated. He put his fingers in front of Sora’s face, showing him the evidence of
the lovemaking he had succumbed to. Then, he said coolly, “Open your mouth,
Sora.”
Hesitantly, Sora did and Riku plunged his fingers in.
“Lick it all off.”
And so Sora did. He licked and sucked Riku’s fingers until Roxas’s cum was
gone, but Riku wasn’t finished. He returned to Sora’s ass, lathered his fingers
again, and forced Sora to lick them clean again. He did this what felt
endlessly, until Roxas’s semen was gone. The whole time, Sora’s bright cerulean
eyes remained riveted on Riku’s face and a hot bubble of shame bloomed in
Riku’s chest. To hide this feeling, he pushed his fingers down Sora’s throat
until he gagged.
Then, Riku sat back and rubbed his hard cock with the wet hand that had been in
Sora’s mouth. “Well, now that you’re cleaned out, I can begin.”
Sora whimpered, twisting his face away and closing his eyes.
Riku was partly glad. He didn’t want that shamed feeling to come back, that
feeling he got when Sora was looking at him. Why did he feel like that? Why was
Sora different from all the other young boys and girls he raped? What was it
about Sora that made him pause, heart tight? Riku shook his head and pushed his
hand through his silvery hair.
He scrutinized Sora’s body—beautiful and so damaged, bruised and battered.
Roxas had probably feathered his lips over each and every injury and stroked
Sora’s bruised skin gently and petted his hair and lightly kissed his lips.
Roxas… how did the white king fuck his childhood slave and current love?
Riku kissed the instep of Sora’s pale thigh and a shiver went through Sora’s
body. A small sound escaped his lips.
“Why did you let Roxas take you?” Riku whispered into Sora’s flesh.
Sora shivered.
“Why?”
“I…” Sora whispered and his voice sounded broken. “I don’t know… It’s just… you
always hurt me and I wanted to know what it was like to… have it not hurt.
Roxas says he loves me…”
Riku eyed Sora’s damaged body again and then glanced at the enormous phallus
still mounted on the fucking machine. God, it really was huge. Had he really
managed to fit that inside Sora’s tiny body? How badly had it hurt Sora? Then,
lightly, he kissed Sora’s chest and felt Sora’s racing heartbeat in his lips.
“Are you afraid right now?”
“Yes,” Sora confessed.
Riku nipped the tender flesh over Sora’s collarbone. “Because you’re tied up?”
Sora trembled. “Because I know you’re going to hurt me.”
“What if I didn’t hurt you?”
Sora breathed out.
“What if I took you the way Roxas did? What if I took you gently?”
“I… I would like that…”
“Would you cum for me like that?”
Sora’s body began to shake as if it was going to break apart.
“Would you cum for me?”
Sora swallowed. “I… I would try…”
Riku kissed him and fingered the rough ropes on Sora’s thin wrists. Should he
untie him? Sora shivered, his back arching off the mattress as Riku suckled his
throat softly. This time, he didn’t leave a dark hickey or painful red bruise.
Riku cupped Sora’s soft cock, working it gently with just his fingertips and
lightly palming the sensitive head. For a few moments, Riku pleasured Sora’s
frail body. He touched him, caressed him, kissed him, loved him.
It was even more brutal when he tore into Sora like a birthday present.
Sora screamed into Riku’s mouth and tears flooded his beautiful cerulean-sky-
blue eyes. Then, while Riku was thrusting hard and fast into him, Sora opened
his eyes and looked up into Riku’s face. Accusation, sharp agony, searing
despair, and broken trust lurked in that beautiful haunting gaze. Sora stared
at Riku the entire time the dark king was brutally raping him, just watching
him with those bright lantern-like eyes of his. The bed bounced with the animal
force of Riku’s thrusts and the rope chaffed painfully into Sora’s wrists and
ankles.
All the while, Sora just watched him.
As Riku’s climax was building and the shame of Sora’s gaze was burning into
him, Riku lost it. Sharply, harder than he had intended, he backhanded Sora
across the face. Those eyes rolled up in Sora’s pretty head and a finger of
blood trailed from his mouth. With Sora unconscious, Riku had his way with the
boy without those guilty eyes watching him.
When he finished and Sora’s ass was once again leaking his semen, he sat on the
edge of the bed and wondered why he felt this way. Why did he suddenly feel as
if doing these thing to Roxas the Fair’s sex slave, to his own war prize, was
wrong? Growling, Riku raped the unconscious youth again and didn’t think about
it anymore.
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Questions, comments, concerns?
***** The Stallion, Pt I: Kairi and Sora *****
Tender eyes, avert yourselves. Scary chapter!
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The Dark King couldn’t do it. He was lying naked in his bed, thinking back to
the images of Sora writhing beneath him, of his desperate mouth as he was
forced to eat Roxas’s cum from his own ass, of his convulsing muscles around
his cock, of those blue eyes… And that damn feeling was back again! It took the
arousal right out of Riku’s hard cock, turning it flaccid in his hands.
He cursed.
What was he going to do now? If he didn’t fuck Sora, Selphie would ask why and
he couldn’t tell his sister that he was growing a conscience, that Sora’s
beautiful blue eyes made him feel so much painful guilt that he couldn’t get it
up anymore.
He had to think of something! If only Sora had ever hurt someone, then Riku
would be able to tell himself that Sora deserved to be fucked so brutally. He
had to play on his own conscience, but how? What could he do to make Sora hurt
another human being?
He had to taint Sora somehow.
Riku snapped his fingers. It would be just like the bet. He had to offer Sora
something, but he had a feeling that even an offer of freedom wouldn’t push
Sora that far so it had to be a threat. But Sora had already been raped so what
could he threaten? Surely not more rape so he had to think of something else. A
beating? Being paraded through the city again? No, that wouldn’t work either.
Riku thought a while longer. Then, it came to him.
…
When Sora woke up, he had been untied and was alone in the soiled bed.
Everything hurt—his ass, his mouth, his member, his face. What had happened
again? Right, he had been punished for making love with Roxas. Riku had forced
him to swallow the semen from his ass and then raped him all over again.
Groaning in pain, Sora rolled out of the bed and crouched, hugging his body
tightly.
It was then that he noticed there was another person in the room with him.
Kairi. Her naked back and the swell of her breasts, though she covered them
with her arm, was visible from behind as she crouched before the fireplace. She
had built up a good fire in the grate, but Sora could see her shivering. She
dug the velvet cloak Riku had left with him so long ago out from under the bed
and approached her cautiously.
“Kairi?”
She started, but her pale face calmed a bit when she saw the cloak. “Sora, I’m
glad you’re awake.”
“You’re cold,” he murmured.
“It’s alright. You should wrap up in that,” she said to him and turned back to
the fire. “You’ve had it worse than me.”
“Come on,” he whispered. “You’re shivering.”
A shudder wracked her, but she said, “I’m alright.”
Sora gently slipped the cloak around her shoulders anyway and crouched beside
the fireplace, wincing at the painful pull in his abused sex. He stretched his
cold hands out towards the flames and rubbed them together, wondering why Kairi
was here and naked.
What was Riku going to do now?
“Why are you so kind, Sora?”
“Huh?” He glanced at her, but she was staring into the fire closely. “What do
you mean?”
“I know people who have been… tortured by Riku and Selphie. After this much
time they’re usually…” she struggled for the word. “Cruel. They want to hurt
people the way they’ve been hurt. And they’re defensive. But you… you’re so
different. Even after everything they’ve done to you, you still care. You’re
still kind.”
He smiled faintly. “It’s in my nature, I guess. I couldn’t even imagine hurting
someone the way I’ve been hurt.”
Kairi sniffled. “Sora, you’re going to have to stop that.”
“Why?” A sick feeling welled up in his stomach. “Kairi, why?”
She grasped his shoulders and shook him lightly. He saw tears streaming down
her face. “Sora, you have to… you have to—” her voice broke “—you have to fuck
me.”
He yanked away, eyes wide. “What? Why?”
“Because… if you don’t…” she sobbed.
Outside the window, there was a sudden commotion. Sora heard a horse’s angry
snorts and neighs, deep whinnies and the stamping of hooves. That sick feeling
grew and he scrambled to the window to look out, chased by Kairi’s sobs. A
massive black and white stallion was being pulled up the palace steps by at
least eight guards. Just after the horse was a clattering rig whose uses Sora
didn’t even want to think about.
He slid to his knees and choked out, “God.”
Kairi continued crying quietly.
Sora staggered to his feet and collapsed beside her. He took her shoulders and
forced her to look at him. “Kairi, what is that for?” Please, he begged God,
let me be wrong.
She shook her head, hair sticking to her cheeks. “It’s… it’s for you, Sora…”
“No,” he breathed.
She nodded, clutching his wrists. “If you don’t rape me, the king will have
that animal… that animal fuck you, Sora…”
“T-that’s not possible. It’s a horse and I’m…”
She sobbed harder and clung to him. “Do it, Sora. Do it. I’ll forgive you… I
don’t care. I can’t bear to see anyone beneath that—”
Sora put his hand over her mouth. He didn’t want to hear her say it. When she
stopped trying to speak and gave herself over completely to the sobs, he
lowered his hands from her mouth. She continued to cling to his naked body, her
own swathed in the velvet cloak. For a long time, they sat like that—close
together, both terrified and shocked into silence. Finally, Kairi stopped
crying and just held on to him, feeling the softness of his skin beneath her
hands.
“Sora?” she whispered.
“Yeah?”
“Are you going to…?”
He tensed in her arms. “I can’t.”
Her eyes widened. “You have to!”
“I can’t,” he whispered.
“But Sora!”
“I just can’t, Kairi!” he half-shouted, throat filled with stones. “If I could,
I would, but I… I just can’t. I can’t hurt someone like that… I really just
can’t…”
Kairi let out a sob. “Sora, that animal…”
His eyes filled up but he squeezed them shut.
“I deserve it,” she said suddenly. “You remember when I force myself on you.”
“You didn’t.”
“I kissed you!”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Sora,” her fingers dug into him, “that beast will tear you apart…”
He whimpered. “I know…”
“The king is sure you’ll take me, please, Sora. For yourself!”
“I can’t.”
Again they sat in a silence broken only by Kairi’s sobbing.
Finally, Sora broke it. His voice was broken and low. “Kairi, do something for
me.”
“Anything,” she whispered.
“Just…” he hesitated, but her eyes were bright and honest with tears. “Just
hold me, please.”
She wrapped her arms around him, welcoming his body beneath the cloak so that
they pressed close—naked chest to chest, bare hands touching bare backs, her
thighs sheltered between his. He put his face into the curve of her neck and
she felt his wet tears. She stroked his hair and held him, as close as her own
skin. While she held him, her hate grew and grew. How could Riku being doing
this to such a sweet caring boy? She vowed that she would make Riku pay for
this! They would all pay!
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I’m a little shocked at the direction this took. This story is getting away
from me, but I needed something drastic and tragic to turn the plot back in the
right direction. So… I’m going off to therapy now. Farewell all. I’ll see you
when I return.
No flames! I will pummel you, but questions, comments, concerns? Mainly
concerns!
***** The Stallion, Pt II: Sora *****
Oye vey… My mind is very twisted.
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Sora had fallen asleep in Kairi’s arms and she in his. As a result, they were
curled together in front of the fire, wrapped tightly within each other’s
embrace, when Riku opened the door the next morning. At first impressions, it
looked as if his plan had worked. Sora had raped Kairi to save his own skin.
Riku grinned and toed the sleeping lovers with his boot. “Get up!”
Sora’s eyes snapped open, bright blue and bloodshot.
“Well, Kairi,” Riku said with a smirk. “Show me your semen-stuffed cunt.”
Her eyes filled with tears and she made no move to get up and show herself to
him.
Riku grabbed her arm and dragged her to her feet, pushing his hand between her
thighs.
Sora suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled it away. “Don’t! I didn’t touch
her!”
Riku’s eyes bugged, but he disguised it. “Did the little slut tell you what
would happen if you didn’t or did she gloss over that little detail?”
Sora’s eyes went into Riku’s chest, igniting that spark of shame again. “Yes,
she did. I won’t do that to her. I would never do that to anyone.”
“But—” This was impossible! There was no way in hell Sora would rather be
fucked by that massive horse than just have a little sex with Riku’s little
nurse-whore. “You saw the stallion, didn’t you? Outside the window?”
He watched Sora’s throat work desperately. “I did,” the boy finally choked out.
“Just… let her go. You can do whatever you want to me.”
For a moment, Riku just stood there, frozen in disbelief. How was this
possible? How could Sora submit to being fucked by a horse? What was wrong with
him? Did he suddenly like being fucked? But Riku saw the way Sora was shivering
and hugging himself tightly as if to hold his body together. No, that wasn’t
it. Sora was terrified of the torment to come, but he just… he couldn’t and
wouldn’t hurt another human being. What kind of angel had fallen into Riku’s
dirty hands?
“Are you going to do it?” Sora whispered, his voice soft and timid.
Riku shook himself. “I gave you a choice. This is what you chose.”
Sora shuddered, but didn’t make a move to flee from Riku as the dark king
released Kairi and took Sora’s wrists. Sora didn’t even resist when Riku bound
his hands behind his back and pulled him towards the door to leave.
Kairi protested though. “Please, please, don’t do this to him,” she begged. Her
blue eyes, a little darker than Sora’s, went into Riku’s soul and he slammed
the door on her.
Sora shuddered like a broken bird in Riku’s hands as he dragged him down the
cold marble hallways and outside into the castle courtyard. The guards, the
harem, and Selphie were all gathered to watch, but he saw the shock written on
all their faces when he actually came out with Sora. They had all expected Sora
to cave in and take Kairi. Who in their right mind would allow themselves to be
fucked by a horse? The stallion, massive penis thick and terribly long, was
tied to the post in the middle of the courtyard. A few yards away was the rig
Selphie had specially designed for this. After all, if the horse’s heavy body
were to directly mount Sora, he would be crushed. This rig was to support the
stallion’s weight while still giving it free range to rape Sora. In the rig’s
center was a barrel for Sora to be tied to, his ass exposed to the stallion.
When Sora saw the set-up in its entirety, he was abruptly sick.
Surprisingly, Riku halted their movement and waited for the boy to finish
retching before leading him into the courtyard.
The stallion neighed loudly and stamped its hooves.
Riku heard Selphie call out something, but the sound of the blood rushing in
his ears drowned out her voice. Why did he feel sick too? He brought Sora to
the rig and they stood there for a moment, Sora shuddering in terror and Riku
hesitating.
“This is your last chance, Sora,” Riku whispered suddenly. He felt as if his
mouth was acting completely separate from the rest of him. “I won’t ask you
again. Either you fuck Kairi or the stallion fucks you.”
Sora bit his lip and drew blood, trembling. “I can’t,” he choked out, those
blue eyes welling with tears. Then, he dropped to his knees, stomach heaving.
God, this was supposed to be pleasure for Riku. He liked hurting people. Why?
Why did the sight of Sora’s small skinny beaten body, retching and tears
streaming from his beautiful blue eyes, make Riku’s heart shudder violently in
his chest?
“Sora, last chance,” he whispered.
Sora shook his head. “I can’t,” he sobbed.
“Riku! Let’s go already!” Selphie shouted.
Riku draped Sora’s body over the barrel and fastened his wrists to the low bar
in front of him. Then, he lashed Sora’s ankles to the barrel, his ass exposed
and vulnerable. The stallion neighed and reared eagerly behind Riku. A guard
brought him a massive jar of lube and Riku scooped out a handful to smear on
Sora’s ass. Sora began to tremble and sob when Riku touched him, only growing
more and more panicked as the dark king prepared him for the horse.
When Sora’s anus was sufficiently lubricated and loosened, Riku stepped beside
the rig so he could watch closely and give the order to pull the horse off Sora
when the boy had had enough. He watched Sora’s heaving body a moment, feeling
terrible and cold, but forced himself to give the signal.
The stallion was given more rope until it was close enough that Sora could feel
the stiff bristle of the hairs of its muzzle on his exposed back. He sobbed
desperately and squeezed his eyes shut. Was Kairi watching from the window, he
wondered? Could she see him?
Overhead, the horse’s hooves clanged down on the support bar and Sora felt cold
air on his back as the stallion’s hips thrust against the empty air between
them. Sora couldn’t help it then. He screamed! He really screamed. It was pure
unadulterated terror and horror.
The guard let go of the horse to put his hands over his ears, trying in vain to
block Sora’s screams.
The thick penis thrust blindly at Sora’s exposed buttocks and back. First, the
cock slid between Sora and the barrel and he felt the full girth of the massive
thing. His scream grew louder, shriller, filled with even more terror and
desperation. Then, the cock slid across his back, hot and sticky and terrible.
He bit down hard, clenching his teeth so hard that his jaw ached. Surely, the
next thrust would enter him…
What would something that big do to him? (1)
The stallion’s dick slid between Sora and the barrel again. If possible, it
felt even bigger than before. Sora’s mouth flew open and he screamed in terror
again. He became dimly aware of someone shouting, but he didn’t have the
ability to pay attention. The cock slid loose and found its mark this time. The
thick massive girth found his anus and pushed in a few inches, pressing and
stretching everything. Sora’s eyes filled with tears of agony and his stomach
heaved. Again, he was violently sick.
There was more shouting now.
The stallion gave a little thrust and Sora screamed out again, black
threatening the edges of his vision. He couldn’t breathe—he was
hyperventilating. And he just kept screaming. And the pain… there was so much
pain and the horse wasn’t even fully inside him yet.
God, someone, anyone, help!
Shouting.
Shouting.
Shouting.
And then the stallion’s thick cock was pulled from his body.
Sora choked on his scream, head dropping as he gasped for breath into the rough
wood of the barrel. Someone was freeing him, not even untying the ropes, just
hacking through them. The knife flicked his wrist and he heard a muted curse as
blood welled up there. Then, he was pulled off the barrel and cradled,
something thick and warm covering his naked aching body. Sora stared up at the
vast blue sky a moment, breathing hard, and then his whole world went black.
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(1) I really suffer for my readers, do you all know that? Some people reviewed
saying that *ahem* sex with horses would kill Sora. And it could due to a
perforated colon, peritonitis, or air embolism, but not by sheer size alone.
Any anal sex has a risk of all those things so it’s all dangerous, horse or no
horse. There, now you are all wiser and I really need some therapy.
Who saved Sora?
Questions, comments, concerns?
***** The Stallion, Pt III: Riku and Kairi *****
I wanted to make this story my main one, but I just can’t think so twisted all
the time. It’s too difficult so this story will be remaining with its scattered
though never-forgotten updates. Deal with it everyone. I’ll try not to run out
of steam for evil on a cliffhanger.
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Riku couldn’t say for certain exactly when his heart leaped up into his brain
and made him really think about the atrocity he was about to order on such an
innocent boy. He felt his hand lift and gesture to give the stallion enough
rope to breathe its hot breath on Sora’s exposed back. He watched Sora shudder
and tremble in terror. His eyes strayed up to the window where Kairi was still
locked in Sora’s room. He saw her silhouette, but she suddenly turned away. She
couldn’t watch.
Riku’s hand gestured again as if it was a separate entity. The stallion’s
hooves clanged down over the rod to support its weight above Sora and he
watched the strong flanks rippling as the horse thrust blindly at Sora’s body,
unable to reach yet even with such a massively long and thick shaft. God! Riku
stared at the horse’s cock and then at Sora’s tiny body. What would happen to
Sora’s little body when that horse plowed into him? Would he die? Riku closed
his eyes. He couldn’t watch either.
But, again, his hand gestured. It was then that Sora’s shattering scream split
the air and eardrums alike. He screamed and screamed and screamed. Riku’s eyes
flew back to the horror playing out before him and the words to make this stop
stuck in his throat. The guard holding the horse let go of the rope to cover
his ears, trying to block out the tangible sound of Sora’s agony and fear. The
stallion neighed loudly as if excited and Riku felt sick. How could anyone be
excited about raping Sora? God… he used to be excited by that.
He shouted for this to stop, but the words came out only a dim croak. The
stallion thrust wildly and eagerly. As if in slow motion, Riku watched the
massive cock slide between Sora’s thin body and the barrel. Sora’s body
stretched to the limits of the tethers—that was how big the horse was. Then,
the cock slid across his bare white back, battered and bruised and now smeared
with horse semen. Again, beneath Sora’s body, lifting him up. Sora was still
screaming, in agony and fear and horror. Was he begging to be saved?
This time, when Riku shouted for the guards to pull the horse off of Sora, his
voice came out loud and strong, but it was too late. The stallion’s thick cock
found Sora’s tight anus and pushed in. Sora was sick, his body retching and
heaving. His eyes flooded with tears, his mouth dripping blood from his split
lip, and his hips grinding into the barrel. The guards grabbed the stallion and
heaved backwards, but the beast still managed a few small thrusts before they
were able to heave it off of Sora.
Riku didn’t care who was watching anymore. Once the horse was tethered again,
he rushed to Sora’s side. The boy’s eyes were glazed, his head hanging low, and
he looked about to pass out. Quickly, Riku sawed through the ropes with his
knife, not even bothering to try to untie the tight knots. The knife flicked
into Sora’s wrist, but the boy didn’t even blink. Riku cursed. Was he only
capable of hurting? Finally, he got Sora loose and cradled the small naked body
against his chest.
Again, after hurting Sora terribly, he wrapped him in his velvet cloak as if
that would make it better. Sora’s blue eyes lifted, but stared through and
passed Riku. For a long moment, he stared up into the blue sky and Riku
frantically called his name and patted his face, but it was no use. A moment
later, Sora’s eyes slipped closed and he passed into deep black safe
unconsciousness.
Selphie rushed across the courtyard, nipples pressing against her shirt. “What
was that, Riku?” she demanded.
Riku met her eyes and saw something terrible in them—arousal and excitement,
disappointment and anger. She was turned on by the thought of that beast
tearing into Sora and she was upset that Riku hadn’t gone through with it.
“Riku, why’d you pull him off?”
He looked sharply away from his sister and down into Sora’s tormented face.
Even unconscious, Sora’s brow was wrinkled with pain and fear, his eyes
squeezed tightly shut, and his mouth painted with blood from his split lip.
Then, without giving his sister any explanation, Riku stood up, still cradling
Sora’s body against his chest, and walked out of the courtyard.
The stallion neighed loudly behind him, the sounds echoing against the castle
as if to chase him into hell. For once, Riku felt as if he belonged there. What
was going on? What did all this mean? He glanced into Sora’s plagued face and
shuddered. What had he done?
…
Kairi had been watching from the window, silently praying that the king
wouldn’t do this to Sora. Sora was so sweet, so special, so beautiful and
innocent. She didn’t want to see him hurt like this. In fact, she didn’t want
to see him hurt at all. Begging silently, she watched as Sora was tethered
naked like an animal and as Riku stretched and lubricated his anus. Even from
the window, she could see Sora trembling in fear.
Why? Why hadn’t he just taken her? Taken her to save himself?
Then he wouldn’t have to go through this.
She watched the king lift his hand and gesture for the stallion to be given
more rope. The beast leaped forward eagerly, neighing loudly. Kairi closed her
eyes and prayed, begged, pleaded, offered her soul if this just wouldn’t happen
to Sora. When the benevolent God did not hear her, she begged the Devil. She
threatened rage and wrath and hate on the king. Let him be struck by lightning
in this instant, let him rot, anything to stop this.
How could he do this to Sora?
She dug her fingernails into the sill and pounded her fist on the glass. Riku’s
head lifted and she felt those dragon-green eyes going into her, but she didn’t
look away. She held his gaze, hoping that even from this distance, he could see
her hatred and rage. But the horse was so close to Sora and Kairi couldn’t
watch that. Unable to hold her ground, she slumped to her knees beneath the
window and begged once again for the benevolent God to interfere.
It felt like an eternity passed.
Then, she heard Sora screaming.
She put her hands over her ears, trying anything to block out the sound of his
agony. He was such a beautiful caring person. He didn’t deserve this. Even if
it was possible to deserve this he didn’t deserve this. “No, no, no…” she
whispered. But Sora’s screams and the eager neighs of the stallion went on and
on and on.
Then, she heard shouting.
Shouting.
She peered over the sill and saw something shocking. The king was ordering the
guards to pull the horse off of Sora. Then, he was rushing to Sora’s side,
hacking through the ropes and wrapping the small naked body in his velvet
cloak. She watched as the king cradled Sora gently, patting his face, but
Sora’s eyes slid closed and he was still.
Dear God, please, don’t let him die…
Then Selphie crossed the courtyard to Riku and Kairi watched her shouting,
waving her arms around. The king stared at her, looked back down at Sora, and
looked away from them both. Then, he gathered Sora’s body up and left the
courtyard.
It wasn’t long before the door opened and the king came in.
Kairi watched him, hatred burning in her indigo eyes, but Riku didn’t even look
at her. He laid Sora down gently on the bed, smoothed some sweaty hair back
from his forehead, and glanced at Kairi. There was guilt in those dragon eyes,
such terrible guilt that Kairi felt some of her rage melt away.
“Why?” she whispered.
“I couldn’t do it,” the king whispered. “I couldn’t see it happen.”
Silence reigned as Sora whimpered in unconsciousness.
“Take care of him,” the king said.
Then, he left the room without another word. For a moment, Kairi listened to
Selphie shouting at Riku in the hallway. Then, she listened to the stallion
braying outside. Then, everything was quiet save Sora’s soft whimpers as he
breathed. What had just happened?
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Okay, here everyone… this is the number for my therapist. You can all join me
in my bi-weekly session.
Questions, comments, concerns?
***** Changes in the Dark King? *****
Hmm, I don’t have anything to say this chapter… Not too much going on…
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The barrel was rough against his bare bony hips, the ropes cutting into his
wrists and ankles, the cold shadows of the rig chilling his body. The horse was
so loud, hooves stamping and neighing. Then, the clang and darkness as the
beast’s massive body loomed above him. Cold air coupled with the hot throbbing
flesh of the stallion’s massive penis as the beast thrust blindly against his
body. He heard himself screaming, begging, pleading, but it did nothing to
prevent what was about to happen. When the horse entered his anus, there was
nothing but blinding white light and pain. The thrusting went on forever and
ever, deeper and deeper, until he could taste the semen in the back of his
throat. God, please, just kill me—anything to make it stop!
Shuddering, Sora woke.
What had happened? Right, the horse…
That had been real!
He sat up sharply, a cry in his throat, and pain speared up his spine as if
someone had broken apart his entire body. Hugging himself tightly, he choked
back a sob of anguish and forced his eyes open. He was back in his room, lying
on the bed, wrapped in a thick velvet cloak.
He wet his lips, shivering.
Then, Kairi came out of the bathroom, still swathed in the other velvet cloak
Sora had put around her shoulders what felt like so long ago. She smiled thinly
when she saw he was awake and came to sit beside him on the bed.
“How are you feeling?” she whispered.
“It hurts,” he confessed. “What happened?”
She looked away. “Are you sure you… want to know?”
“The last thing I remember is—” he broke off, shuddering. “Did it… happen?”
Surprisingly, she shook her head. “The king called it off at the last minute. I
think… the stallion only penetrated you for a moment. Does it hurt terribly?”
Sora shifted his weight, wincing, but it didn’t feel like anything had been
torn apart by the horse like he had in his dream. “I don’t understand. Why did
Riku stop it? I thought that was what he wanted to… do to me,” Sora whispered,
hugging the cloak around his naked shoulders.
“I don’t know,” Kairi whispered. Then, she suddenly threw her arms around him
and hugged him tightly.
For a moment, Sora was stiff with fear. Kairi had forcibly kissed him before
when he was vulnerable, but then her body started to tremble and he hugged her
in return. Sora cradled her close, stroking her back and soft ruby-red hair as
she cried into him. His own throat was filled with stones of pain and fear, but
he choked them back.
“Why are you crying, Kairi?” he whispered into her hair.
She didn’t answer him, just held him closer and cried even harder.
…
Riku took one of his naked pets from the harem and brought him to his room. The
young man was pale, with big brown eyes and pale hair. He looked nothing like
Sora, so this should have been easy, but it wasn’t. Riku couldn’t make his cock
hard so he commanded the youth to suck him. Slowly, as if being forced, his
penis began to harden in the boy’s hot mouth and he was finally able to plow
into the kid. He tried to take him hard and fast, tried to make him cry out,
but each little yelp of pain made him sick to his stomach. Finally, Riku
spilled inside the kid and stepped back as the boy whimpered and pieced his
body back together.
“Get out of here,” Riku ordered. “Send me a girl.”
Ten minutes later, the girl arrived and she, too, looked nothing like Sora. She
had pale hair and dark almost-black eyes. This time, Riku hardened quickly and
easily, but he tried to take her hard enough to hurt her and he couldn’t.
Again, her little yelps and cries made his stomach heave and he just couldn’t
do it. He slowed his pace, sliding slowly in and out of her wet pussy. Then,
for the first time in his life, he brought a woman to her orgasm. Her head
tipped back and she gasped out, “My king…” in pleasure. Seeing her like that,
writhing in pleasure beneath him and gasping his name, made his member flush
with blood and engorge once again.
“You liked that?” he whispered.
“Oh yes,” she purred. “I’ve never…” she hesitated.
“Say what you were going to say.”
“I’ve never been with you like that.”
“What do you mean?” he asked her.
She lowered her eyes. “I’ve never been with you and not have it… hurt…”
Riku stared at her, his green eyes bright. “And you liked it that way?”
“Of course!” she said quickly.
“I was terrified when Stefan said you wanted a girl and it was my turn to go,
but… this was wonderful.”
“Why do you like it like this?”
Her dark eyes gleamed. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, why do you like it this way?”
“Because… it feels good.”
“Why though?”
She stared at him. “What do you mean?”
“Why does it feel good?”
“Because… you’re gentle.”
His green eyes stared into her, waiting.
“This time, sex wasn’t about hurting me. You actually seemed to care that you
were hurting me and you stopped…”
Riku rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. He had never been
like that before. Was Sora changing him? Had Sora’s shameful blue eyes made
Riku stop and think and change? They must have because Riku had stopped the
horse when he never would have cared before. In fact, he should have gotten off
on seeing that massive stallion tear Sora’s body apart, but… he had felt sick
with the thought of it and he had stopped it. Deep inside, the dark king had
changed.
…
Selphie was listening to her brother fucking the girl outside the door. She
listened to his conversation about love and sex and hurt. This was just wrong.
Sora had changed her lovely brother into someone with a conscience and people
with consciences couldn’t rule the Black City. Something had to be done!
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***** Will You Become My Lover, Sora? *****
It’s actually foggy and raining in Arizona. All day yesterday and it’s still
going at it today. Wow! It’s the end of the world as we know it! *cue music*
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Kairi had cried herself to sleep in Sora’s arms. After that, he laid her down
against the pillows and covered up her naked flesh in the blood-red velvet
cloak she was swaddled in. He creaked out of bed, whimpering in pain, and knelt
before the fire. For a while, he just stared into the flames, reaching out to
warm his hands and thinking. He had thought that Riku enjoyed hurting him, but
today… he had been proved wrong. Riku had stopped the horse from tearing him
apart.
There was a light knock on the door.
“Who’s there?” he called quietly.
The door eased open and Riku’s silver head poked in, painted with a nervous
smile. “Hey Sora,” he murmured.
Sora jumped to his feet, whimpered in pain, and hugged himself tightly to push
the pain away. “Riku,” he whispered. “W-what do you want?”
“Can we talk?”
Sora shied away as Riku approached. “About what?”
Surprisingly, Riku stopped dead in his tracks. “Please, Sora?”
He bit his lip, winced as his teeth found the ugly split, and licked away the
blood. “Why, Riku? About what?”
“Let’s go for a walk.”
Sora’s pale face flashed with desperate fear as his beautiful blue eyes darted
to the bag Riku carried. “Please… don’t…”
Shame burned in the back of Riku’s throat and he tossed the bag at Sora’s feet.
“It’s just clothes, honest.”
Timidly, Sora knelt and peered into the bag. Then, as if something lurked
beneath, he dumped the contents on the floor, but only jeans, silk boxers, a
soft cotton shirt, and a zip-up sweater tumbled out. There were no toys or
instruments of torture hidden there. Then, Sora’s beautiful eyes went into Riku
and he whispered, disbelieving, “This is real…”
“Go into the bathroom and change.”
Sora went so quickly it was as if he expected Riku to change his mind, but took
a long time getting dressed. Maybe he was savoring having clothing over his
nudity for the first time in months or maybe he was just afraid. Either way,
when Sora finally emerged, fully-clothed with the velvet cloak folded over his
arm, Riku felt a bubble of shame well up in his chest. Sora’s body… it was so
thin and frail, those clothes just hanging off his frame. And Sora was afraid,
his face aged by fear and pain as it hadn’t been when he first arrived. Then,
his face had been only innocent and pale, touched with fragile happiness, but
Riku had ripped that all away.
“I’m sorry,” Riku murmured.
“Why?” Sora whispered.
Riku shook his head. “It’s nothing.”
“Did you change your mind?” Sora asked softly, hugging his body tightly.
Riku shook his head again. “This castle has a garden. Would you like to walk
there?”
Timidly, Sora nodded and stood there, waiting, but Riku only turned back
towards the door. Suddenly, Sora’s voice rang through the room. “Aren’t you
going to tie me up?”
Riku’s hand froze on the knob and he shook his head. “No. Just come with me.”
Silently, Sora followed Riku through the dark castle and finally into the
bright warm sunlight. In the threshold, Sora stopped and lifted his face to the
sun, soaking up the rays on his parchment-pale flesh and inhaling the fresh air
deeply into his lungs. Again, Riku felt terrible. How much had Sora been
tortured if just the fresh air and sunlight was a precious gift to him?
“This way,” Riku murmured after a moment and led Sora around the corner of the
castle. “The garden…”
Sora inhaled sharply.
It wasn’t a burgeoning garden like the one at Roxas’s white castle, but the air
was still sweetened with perfume and scattered with flower petals. Roses were
abundant, blood-red petals swirling in the breeze, and deep shade was cast by a
sakura tree though there was not a single blossom on the entire lush green
tree, even though it was the sakura’s season. Smiling, Sora cupped a bloom of
roses in his hands, mindful of the thorns, and inhaled deeply. Then, he turned
to Riku and smiled faintly.
“It’s beautiful here,” he murmured.
Riku looked away. “We’re having trouble growing things and the sakura tree has
never once bloomed in the Black City’s history.”
Sora timidly passed Riku and approached the tree. Gently, he laid his small
hand on the bark and traced a path. Then, he looked up into the full green
branches and then back at Riku. “Sakura is a sensitive tree,” he murmured. “And
there is a lot of pain in this place.”
Riku’s heart lurched. “What are you saying?”
Sora slid to his knees and pressed his hands softly into the soil at the base
of the tree, but he didn’t answer Riku even after several long minutes.
“Sora, what do you mean?”
Sora’s blue eyes gleamed. “I don’t think the tree with bloom until the pain in
this place is lifted. The sakura tree has even seen death and she doesn’t like
to see that,” he murmured softly and leaned his forehead against the tree. “I
am sorry…”
Riku approached silently, his footsteps the only sound, and he saw a tremor go
through Sora’s back. Riku crouched beside Sora lightly and hesitantly laid his
hand on Sora’s trembling shoulder. God, the kid was so skinny.
“I’m sorry, Sora,” the dark king confessed.
Sora looked shocked, his eyes wide. “What?”
“I’m sorry about… the horse…”
Sora’s beautiful eyes snapped to the ground and a shudder went through his
small body. “W-why would you do that?”
Riku hesitated, but in this place, beneath the un-blooming sakura tree, he let
the truth come out. “Lately I’ve… I’ve been feeling guilty after I… after I
rape you.”
Roxas the Fair’s sex slave shivered.
“I felt sick that last time I fucked you and I knew I had to do something to
change that. I thought that if I could make you hurt someone else—”
“Rape Kairi,” Sora whispered.
Riku nodded. “If I could make you hurt her, then I could tell myself that you
deserved everything I did to you. I never thought in a million years that you
would choose to be… fucked by that horse rather than just take that little
slut.”
Sora shook his head. “I could never ever hurt someone the way I’ve been hurt.”
“I see that now,” Riku murmured. “And then, when you didn’t do her, I didn’t
know what to do. There was nothing to do except let the stallion mount you, it
was what I had threatened after all.”
Sora’s eyes filled with tears. “I was… so afraid,” he choked out.
“I know you were. I just… I couldn’t go through with it. I made them stop.”
“It was too late,” Sora whispered. “It was already… inside me…”
“Just a little bit,” Riku protested, but that didn’t really matter. Sora had
still been stabbed into with that thick terrible cock. Riku couldn’t even
imagine what that had felt like and he almost didn’t want to. “I’m sorry,
Sora.”
Sora pressed his hands to his face, choking back sobs.
“I really am.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Sora whispered.
“It does.”
“No, that’s not it.” He sobbed.
“What then?”
“I’m still your war prize. You’re still going to… going to…”
Riku’s eyes widened. Sora was right. As long as he owned Sora, to keep up his
appearance as the Black City’s vicious king, he would have to continue to abuse
and destroy Sora. God, there was nothing he could do to stop even though he was
king . Suddenly, Riku embraced Sora in a crushing hug, cupping the back of his
head and holding the poor boy close. For a moment, Sora struggled, sobbing and
whimpering, but then he melted into Riku’s arms. He clung to the dark king,
soaking up any and all tenderness he could.
Riku pressed his lips to Sora’s pulse lightly and whispered into his neck,
“Sora, become my lover.”
Sora choked, terror in his voice. “W-what?”
“Then, I won’t have to hurt you. I can take you gently. I can make love to you.
I’ll make everything feel good for you and I won’t hurt you anymore. I
promise…”
The youth shivered in Riku’s arms. “I could never… I could never love you, not
after everything…”
“It doesn’t matter. You don’t have to love me, just accept me. I’ll make you my
lover and no one will ever hurt you again, not even me.”
“B-but…”
“Sora,” Riku said and gripped the poor boy tighter against his body. “This is
the only way. Or do you want me to keep hurting you? Do you like being raped?
Do you like me fucking you until you bleed? Do you enjoy that?”
Sora sobbed, shuddering. “N-no…”
“Become my lover, Sora,” Riku murmured. Then, he captured Sora’s face in his
hands and kissed him, deep and hard and long. He felt wetness on Sora’s cheeks,
tears, but he didn’t understand why the boy was crying. He only kissed him
harder and deeper, pushing in his tongue to taste Sora’s sweet kind innocence,
as if that could chase away the pain.
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***** The Dark King's Lover *****
This was originally much shorter, but I added a ton.
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Riku returned Sora to his prison-bedroom where Kairi was waiting. Riku stayed
only long enough to catch Sora’s face in another deep and lingering kiss. Once
Riku left and the door closed behind him, Kairi eagerly embraced Sora tightly.
“Are you okay? When I woke up and you were gone, I got so worried. He didn’t…
hurt you, did he?”
Sora shook his head and sat down heavily on the bed. “He didn’t hurt me,” he
confessed to Kairi. “He… asked me to become his lover…”
“What?” she breathed and sat down on the bed beside him. “How is that different
from what he… what he does now?”
“He doesn’t want to hurt me anymore. He says that if he makes me his lover, no
one will hurt me.”
Kairi touched Sora’s shoulder. “That’s good, right?”
Sora lowered his eyes. “I don’t know…”
“But, Sora, if you don’t, the king will just continue to rape you anyway. This
way, he at least won’t…” she didn’t say it, but they both knew what she was
going to say. ‘At least he won’t let a horse fuck you…’
Sora ran his hand through his hair, found a lump of dried semen, and pulled his
hand down again. “I know that, but… I just don’t know. If I do this, I’m giving
myself over to him and I just can’t do that. It’s not in me to submit to
someone who’s hurt me so much.” He took her hand gently. “Just like it’s not in
me to hurt someone.”
“Sora,” she whispered. Then, suddenly, she slapped him.
Cupping his red cheek, he stared at her, stunned. “Why did you…?”
“I don’t know what life is like in Roxas the Fair’s white castle, but things
are different here. If you deny the king anything he wants, he’ll make you wish
you were dead. You think you’ve had it rough, wait until you’ve angered him.”
She took his shoulders and shook him. “You have to do this, Sora. To save
yourself.”
For a moment, Sora met her eyes and he stared right into her soul. Gently, he
touched her face and whispered, “What did he do to you?”
Kairi pulled back as sharply as if he had struck her. “Nothing, Sora. I’m just
his nurse-maid now.”
“Not always…” Sora murmured and lowered his hand from his cheek. “What happened
to you, Kairi?”
She took a deep breath. Sora had to understand exactly what kind of monster he
was dealing with. “You know that the rulers of this land are divided by
directions.”
Sora nodded. “Roxas is the South.”
“Yeah…” she agreed. “Roxas the Fair rules over the South, Namine the White
rules the East, King Axel rules the West, and the Dark King rules the North
with an iron fist. I’m sure you also know that King Riku has been at war with
all the other kingdoms since the beginning of his father’s rule here. After his
father died and Riku took over, it got even worse. He increased his army until
he was capable of washing over all the lands like a black tide.”
“I know. I remember Roxas telling me about it. He said that Riku forced Queen
Namine into a treaty with him to save her country. She had to give up her two
younger sisters to him, just like Roxas gave up me.” Sora’s face lined with
sadness. “Riku takes away his enemies’ most precious people. I wonder what ever
happened to Namine’s sisters…”
“You’re looking at her,” Kairi said softly, lowering her dark blue eyes.
Sora stared at her and then looked out the window. “Then your other sister…?”
“She’s dead. Riku and Selphie killed her within two weeks of her arrival here.
Her little body… it was too small and fragile for the things they did to us.”
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered and hugged her gently. “Will you tell me what
happened?”
“I…” Kairi hesitated. She didn’t want Sora to know the atrocities that had been
committed to them, but he had to know just what he was dealing with. If he
didn’t become Riku’s lover, the same things might very well happen to him and
he had already been through so much. The horse was something Kairi hadn’t been
subjected to. The thought hadn’t even broke into Riku’s mind back then. It
seemed that he was getting crueler and more creative with time. “I have to, but
I don’t want to.”
Sora put his finger over her lips. “You don’t have to.” He hesitated, breathing
deeply. “If you think it will be that bad for me if I don’t, then I’ll become…
I’ll become Riku’s lover.”
Kairi hugged Sora tightly. “I understand why you don’t want to, Sora, but trust
me… this is for the best.”
He nodded into her shoulder and she felt a tremor go through his body.
“You should get cleaned up,” Kairi said softly. “You’re all…”
Sora forced a thin smile and went into the bathroom to shower, closing the door
silently.
Kairi went to the window and looked out over the courtyard where the rig for
the horse was still set up, casting sick and horrible shadows across the dark
stone. In the stables, she could hear the horse neighing and clanging about. It
was probably upset that it hadn’t gotten to destroy Sora’s body. Sick bastard.
The door opened behind her and Riku stuck his head in. “Come on. There’s no
reason for you to be here.”
Kairi wanted to protest, but her gaze slid to the closed bathroom door. As the
king’s lover, Sora would be safe and unhurt. There really was no reason for the
dark king’s nurse to be here any longer. She nodded and slithered from the
room, making her way quickly down the hallway. She heard the door close and
looked back, but Riku wasn’t there. He must have gone into the room.
“Sora,” she whispered and brushed the tears from her eyes.
…
Sora heard the bathroom door ease open and rinsed the shampoo from his hair
before calling quietly, “Kairi?”
“No. It’s Riku.”
And the shower door was pulled open to reveal the dark king. Naked, he stepped
in with Sora and hugged the slender youth from behind. Sora relaxed into the
gentle touch for a moment before he felt the king’s hard shaft pressing into
his buttocks like a rod. Riku’s lips touched his wet neck, kissing and sucking
a path from shoulder to ear lobe and breathing hotly against the shell of
Sora’s ear. Sora shuddered and tried to squirm out of Riku’s grasp.
“Please…”
“I know, love. I’ll get there. Just… let me play with you a little.”
“No, I mean, please don’t.”
Riku nipped the soft flesh at the junction of Sora’s neck and shoulder. “Sora,
what did you think becoming my lover meant?”
Roxas’s slave shivered. “But—”
Riku pressed against the soft warmth of Sora’s ass, cupping the small cheeks
with one hand. His hand snaked around Sora’s hip, found his soft member, and
began to stroke. “I can make it so good for you, Sora. Have you ever been taken
standing up? The angle is just perfect to hit your prostate over and over.
You’ll never have felt such pleasure in your life.”
Sora closed his eyes tightly, swallowing.
Riku pressed him against the wall, pinning his wrist against the cold tiles
with one hand while the other wandered Sora’s body. His hand dipped into all
those abused once-secret places and then Riku whispered, “Are you finished
showering?”
Sora shook his head. “No… I just finished washing my hair.”
“Let me help you,” Riku purred.
Sora bit his lip, the words to beg Riku to stop caught in his throat. The dark
king’s lover… He closed his eyes tightly.
Riku took the bar of soap and worked it into a rich lather in his hands. Then,
he started touching. He turned Sora around and pressed his back into the tiles,
hating how Sora’s eyes were tightly closed and he looked so very pale, but he
supposed he couldn’t expect Sora not to be at least a little afraid. After all,
Riku had hurt him a lot, but he was going to make up for that now. He started
low, gently washing every inch of Sora’s legs with his bare hands. Sora
trembled as his hands neared his genitals, but Riku only lathered his hands
with soap again and started high. He washed Sora’s chest and back, pressing the
boy into a hug as he massaged the soap into his tight shoulders.
“Rinse off,” Riku purred into his ear.
Sora stepped beneath the water, shivering as the heat assaulted his chilled
flesh.
“All clean,” Riku whispered and kissed Sora’s throat, suckling lightly. He
kissed a path across the smaller boy’s collarbones, down his chest, across his
flat stomach, and feathered kisses on his bruised wrists. Sora’s hips were
marked with scrapes from the barrel and Riku gently kissed those injuries,
feeling the shiver wrack Sora. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”
Sora shivered and didn’t speak.
“I’ll make it all better, Sora,” Riku purred.
He turned Sora back to face the wall of the shower stall. He pinned Sora’s
wrists with both hands and kissed his neck and shoulders lightly. Then, he
traced a path down Sora’s body with one hand, cupped his genitals, and teased
the sensitive head until Sora was shivering again. He reached fully between
Sora’s legs and pressed his index finger over Sora’s soft asshole, testing his
readiness. God, Sora was so soft and tender, his flesh like living velvet.
“Are you ready?” Riku whispered.
Sora didn’t respond, but he rose up onto his toes and pressed flush against the
cold tiles.
Riku grinned. Yes, Sora as his willing lover was much better than raping him.
He fumbled with his own cock, found Sora’s entrance, and pushed in almost
painstakingly slowly. Every instinct told him to slam into Sora to the hilt,
but he forced himself to take it easy. This was his new lover—be gentle, be
caring, be kind, be careful with him—make love to him. Sora whimpered as Riku
pushed in finally to the hilt. The length of his cock coupled with their
substantial height difference had lifted Sora practically off his feet. He
clawed the tiles for purchase, but was unable to find anything to hold on to.
Riku’s thick length was the only thing keeping him on his feet.
Riku licked the side of Sora’s throat, tasting the hammering pulse. “How does
that feel, Sora?”
A small cry escaped Sora’s lips when Riku thrust shallowly and his cock brushed
Sora’s prostate.
“It’s better this way,” Riku whispered against the shell of his ear, sending a
tremble through him.
Sora shivered. He wanted to beg Riku to just move, to get it over with, but he
bit his tongue.
Riku thrust into him, deeply and hard. The breath exploded from Sora’s lungs in
a rush and his nails scraped into the grout between the tiles. He cried out
softly. Riku was too deep, so deep, so painfully deep that Sora could
practically taste him in the back of his throat. Another soft yelp escaped his
mouth, but Riku took it as a sound of pleasure and began to go deeper, harder,
and faster. His hand wrapped around Sora’s member and began to pump and stroke.
Sora cried out softly, biting his lower lip to swallow the sounds he was
making. Riku slipped out of his rectum, turned Sora around, hitched his lean
legs over his hips, and pushed into him again. Sora’s back arched, his nails
digging into Riku’s softened flesh, and cried out softly. The king pushed
deeper into him, holding Sora’s naked body close and feeling him shudder. When
Sora cried out softly again as the king’s cock brushed over his prostate, Riku
kissed him deeply, swallowing every sound Sora made and making it impossible to
stifle the sounds.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” he panted into Sora’s open mouth, thrusting hard
and deep.
Sora’s legs tightened around Riku’s hips, heels digging into his ass.
“Tell me how good it feels, Sora.”
He yelped again as Riku began to stroke with the same rhythm he was thrusting
into Sora with.
“Tell me, Sora. Tell your lover how it feels.”
Sora gasped out, his voice tremulous. “It feels… good…” But I wish it didn’t,
he added to himself.
This drove Riku over the edge and Sora felt the jets of hot sperm filling up
his ass, but Riku didn’t let him go as he would have if he had been raping
Sora. Instead, he continued to pump and stroke Sora’s cock and kiss him until,
shuddering, Sora came for him. Then, Riku tenderly washed Sora’s genitals and
anus, watching Sora’s skin prickle with goose bumps. Finished, he got out of
the shower and left Sora to soak in what had happened.
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***** What Happens Now? *****
Hmm, I don’t have anything to say today.
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Roxas the Fair paced the library, impatiently. His heart and head were
throbbing, but no amount of aspirin or alcohol could lessen the ache. Only one
thing would make him feel better—getting Sora out of that monstrous king’s
clutches. He had put in a call to Namine the White and King Axel in the West
and explained the situation.
Roxas would be the first to stand up against the dark king Riku.
Axel, hotheaded and fiery, was prepared to come to Roxas’s aid and fight Riku
in an instant. Like all redheads, he was feisty and powerful and itching to
take down the dark king who had plagued their kingdom for too long with his
iron fist. Within the hour, he had promised to ride out to the White City and
should’ve been there any minute.
Namine, a thin and pale blonde, was far less ready. Years earlier, she had been
forced to give her two younger sisters to Riku as part of a treaty and she was
loathe to break it. Only when she discovered that the intelligence Roxas had
placed in the Black City had found news that he youngest sister was dead did
she spring to Roxas’s aid.
Women are like teabags, Roxas decided, you never knew how strong they were
until they were in hot water. (1)
Roxas continued the pace until he saw a tall man with flame-red hair come
riding into the castle courtyard on a night-black horse. The man dismounted,
looked up at the castle, and his glowing green eyes went right into Roxas’s.
For a moment, he stared at Roxas with those intense cat-like eyes, but then he
waved almost cheekily and vanished into the castle at the direction of the
guards. Only a moment later, Axel stepped into the library and called a
greeting to Roxas.
“So, what’s the plan, man?” Axel asked and flopped down in one of the
overstuffed chairs. He stuck out one leg in a kingly sort of way, but it looked
more as if he was waiting for someone to walk by so he could take a stab at
tripping them.
“Nothing yet. We wait for Namine.”
Axel sat forward. “Namine the White?”
“The very same.”
He whistled. “How on earth did you get her to come to battle?”
“Riku killed her sister and still holds one captive. When she learned of the
death, Namine decided to join us.”
Axel ran a hand down his face. “So the Dark King killed one of the White
Sisters. I knew those girls growing up, all three of them, and it’s hard to
believe that anyone would ever hurt them. They’re the sweetest people I’ve ever
known. Kittens and puppies would be more deserving of punishment than any one
of those people.”
Roxas lowered his eyes. That sounded like Sora, poor sweet kind innocent Sora…
When Roxas had last seen him, he had been impaled on a fisting machine, bound
like a lamb for slaughter. When Roxas got him down, Sora had begged him to make
love to him. He had wanted to know what sex could feel like when he wasn’t
being torn apart. Roxas shuddered.
“What are you thinking, man? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I told you that Riku took my Sora from me… Sora was the same kind of person—so
sweet, so innocent. He would never hurt anyone and Riku is…” Roxas choked on
the words.
Axel rose and put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. “Hey, man, it’s
okay. We’re going to get them back.”
Roxas nodded, but his throat was still filled with stones.
…
Sora didn’t sleep alone that night.
Riku came in and “made love” to his “lover.”
Sora couldn’t decide whether it was worse to be the king’s lover or to just be
raped.
When Riku made love to him, he spent forever touching and caressing Sora. He
prepared him each time, lubing his anus and fingering him tenderly until he was
stretched and ready. He kissed him often and deep, his tongue probing into
Sora’s mouth. He spent time making Sora’s small body shiver in pleasure and
finally cum on both their chests. Then, he would cuddle against Sora’s naked
back, still sheathed inside him, for several hours.
When Riku raped him, it was painful and fast. He didn’t often prepare Sora for
the penetration and it hurt—god did it hurt, but at least then it was over and
if Riku decided to take him again, the remaining semen slicked him enough. He
didn’t kiss him, barely touched him save to restrain him, and cared nothing for
Sora’s body. And when he finished with Sora, his own pleasure tended, he would
leave until the next time he wanted sex.
Sora shivered in Riku’s arms. Which was worse?
“Sora,” Riku murmured and kissed the back of his neck. “Was it good for you?”
He didn’t answer.
“You don’t have to tell me, but I’d like it if you would.”
Sora closed his eyes, pretending to sleep.
Riku was quiet a moment, but then he asked the dreaded question. “Was it better
than it was with Roxas?”
A small whimper escaped him.
Riku’s arms tightened around his frail body. “Well?”
Sora bit his lip.
“I won’t hurt you, I promise. Just tell me.”
He shook his head.
Riku’s embrace crushed him. “What?”
“I… Roxas loves me…”
Riku’s fingers dug into his soft flesh, but then he forced himself to let go.
“Okay, Sora. Next time, I’ll make it better than it was with Roxas.”
Sora closed his cerulean sky-blue eyes tightly, fighting to keep the tears from
rolling down his pale face. Roxas… no matter how hard Riku tried, he would
never be able to replace Roxas. Being Riku’s lover, Sora decided, was worse
than just being raped, but… like this entire situation, he just couldn’t
escape.
…
Namine the White arrived at Roxas’s castle just as the sun was sliding below
the horizon line. She was a truly stunning young woman riding astride a great
white horse with only one soldier as an escort. She didn’t look like she could
take on a fly though. She was moon-pale with shining platinum blonde tresses to
her mid-back and wearing a plain white dress so that no one would be able to
tell that she was a queen. She dismounted smoothly, pushed back the hood of her
white fur-trimmed cloak, and gazed up at the castle.
Roxas waved to her from the window in the library and her bright blue eyes met
his sharply.
A moment later, Namine joined Axel and Roxas in the library. Unlike Axel, who
was sprawled comfortably in the overstuffed armchair with his leg sticking out,
Namine came right to Roxas and hugged him lightly. “I was so sorry to hear
about your Sora,” she said kindly. “I’m happy to do whatever I can to avenge
our precious people.”
Roxas smiled and patted her back. “Thank you, Namine.”
She smiled thinly in return.
“So,” Axel called to them. “What do we do now?”
X X X
(1) Eleanor Roosevelt said that.
With the addition of Axel and Namine, now who do we want Roxas to be with?
Still with Sora?
Questions, comments, concerns?
***** Sora's Loneliness Answered *****
Hmm… this yaoi with an actual relationship is kind of hard for me to write.
Maybe I should do an entire story like that as a challenge to myself.
And I did. Broken Hallelujah, everybody. I just can’t make my life easy.
X X X
Riku traced the shell of Sora’s ear with his tongue, breathing hotly against
the dampened flesh. Sora shuddered against him, thin arms reaching up
desperately for something to hold but not wanting to pull Riku any closer to
his body. Riku’s fingers traced a shivering path down Sora’s naked chest, over
his sharp hip, across his soft member, and then cupped the crevice of Sora’s
ass. His fingers stroked lightly until Sora was shivering and then he just
touched Sora’s puckered entrance. Again, he stroked Sora and pushed in the tip
of his finger Sora clenched around him, whimpering.
“You have to get used to it or it’ll always hurt,” Riku whispered.
“I can’t,” Sora sobbed and covered his face with his hands.
Riku pulled down Sora’s hands and let them fist in the sheets. Then, he kissed
away the faint dusting of tears on Sora’s lovely face, licking the salt from
his cheeks. His finger pushed in deeper and Sora yelped, wincing as the finger
went deeper. Riku curled his finger inside Sora and watched his lover whimper.
“Sora,” he breathed and kissed him deeply to distract him. He pushed another
finger into Sora and stretched him gingerly, swallowing Sora’s small cries.
Then, he slipped the little pill Selphie had given him inside Sora’s small
body. Now, he removed his fingers and focused only on kissing Sora while he
waited for the aphrodisiac to kick in. Finally, Sora was gasping and shivering
in Riku’s arms and the dark king grinned down at the beautiful youth.
“How do you feel?” Riku purred.
Sora whimpered. “My body… Something’s wrong. My body… feels h-hot…”
Riku suckled his neck. “That’s good, isn’t it?”
“N-no,” he sobbed.
Riku hugged Sora’s body against him closely. He rolled over, pinning Sora on
top of him. Sora kept his legs folded beneath him, but Riku pried the boy’s
thighs apart and forced him to straddle his waist. Riku’s erection rubbed
against Sora’s hip. Grinning, Riku grasped Sora’s penis and squeezed their
cocks together. Sora whimpered, his hands digging into Riku’s chest and raking
paths with his nails. A shudder ran through his small body.
“I want you to be on top, this time, Sora,” Riku purred.
“But…” Sora whimpered.
“I want you to put it inside yourself.”
“Please,” he whispered. “I c-cant.”
“Sora, please, I want you to.”
Sora’s beautiful blue eyes eased open and he stared into Riku’s face. Their
eyes met and Sora looked sharply away.
“Please, don’t make me,” Sora begged.
Riku stroked his thumb over the sensitive head of Sora’s hardening cock. “It’ll
feel good.”
“I don’t want it,” Sora whispered.
Riku kissed Sora, cupping the back of his head to prevent him from pulling
away. He pushed his tongue in and wrapped his hand around Sora’s hip, his
fingers making a slow path down the cleft of Sora’s ass. He found his puckered
anus and pushed two into him. From this angle, he pushed in deeply and curled
his fingers to find Sora’s prostate. When he touched it, Sora shuddered and
cried out, digging his fingers into Riku’s chest.
“Please…”
“Put it inside yourself, Sora,” Riku said into Sora’s mouth. “I won’t give up
until you do.”
Sora made a broken sound, but scooted forward on Riku’s chest until his anus
was vulnerable to penetration.
“Do it, Sora. Take me in your hand and put my cock inside yourself.”
Sora sobbed, but Riku felt his trembling fingers wrap around his cock. Riku
almost came on the spot just at the thought of what was to happen between them,
but he held it back. Sora pressed the head of Riku’s cock against his puckered
entrance and then stopped, shivering and shuddering.
“I can’t…”
“Do it, Sora. All you have to do is press down.”
Sora’s hips rolled and he shuddered, but then he began to press down. The head
of Riku’s cock slipped into his tight channel and he gasped out in pain as his
un-lubricated opening was stretched. A small strange cry escaped him, his mouth
falling open and his eyes squeezing shut. Riku grasped Sora’s hips, looking up
at the ceiling as Sora struggled to impale himself.
“It’s rough,” Riku said finally. “Are you okay?”
Sora gasped in agony, his hands trembling on Riku’s shoulders as his nails dug
in deeply. Finally, with one great effort, Sora plunged downward and filled
himself to the brim with Riku. He yelped out, squeezing his eyes shut, and Riku
stroked his hips tenderly with his thumbs.
“You did good, Sora,” Riku whispered. Then, he sat up in the bed, impaling Sora
even deeper on his cock so that he yelped out in pain again, and cradled Sora
in the nest of his legs. “Now, it’s my turn to make you feel good.”
“Please, just stop,” Sora whimpered, a single tear making a path down his pale
cheek.
Riku licked the tear from his cheek. Then, he thrust his hips lightly, pushing
deeper into Sora and brushing the length of his penis against his sensitive
prostate. Shuddering, Sora bent his body in close, squeezing his thighs tightly
together. His forehead dug into the side of Riku’s neck and he gasped wetly
against Riku’s skin. His teeth found the flesh there and trembling as if he
wanted to bite down, a small cry escaping his mouth as Riku thrust again.
“It’s good, right?”
Only a ragged cry escaped Sora’s mouth.
He thrust into the smaller youth, striking Sora’s prostate over and over, until
the boy was a shuddering mass on nerves in his arms. Riku wrapped his fingers
around Sora’s cock and jerked lightly in time with his thrusts, stroking his
thumb over the sensitive head.
“Cum for me,” he whispered.
Sora yelped out, his mouth clenching down on Riku’s shoulder. He sobbed and
Riku thrust again, deeper and deeper, jerking him harder and harder as he sped
up his thrusts. His other hand pressed against Sora’s naked back, holding his
bare flesh tightly against his body.
“Surrender to me, Sora.”
With a shudder, Sora’s orgasm rocked him and Riku felt Sora’s tears rolling
down his shoulder. Riku didn’t ask why Sora was crying. He just licked away the
tears and then kissed Sora deeply, probing his tongue into his mouth until Sora
was gasping for breath.
Riku was still lying inside Sora when the words escaped. “I… I’m lonely here…”
“I’ll give you anything you want, love,” Riku whispered.
“Could I… Could I have Kairi for company?”
Riku squeezed Sora’s face. “You can’t fuck her, Sora.”
“I won’t,” he promised.
“Alright,” Riku said softly into Sora’s mouth. Then, he kissed Sora harder and
made love to him again, taking him from behind so that he could penetrate deep
and fast and Sora would be able to see his own genitals when he came.
X X X
Everyone needed some direction. Now that they’re directed, let’s see how long
they stay there.
Questions, comments, concerns?
***** The Plan: Pt I *****
Hmm?
X X X
Kairi practically flew into the locked cell-like bedroom where Riku kept his
war prize, Roxas the Fair’s sweet Sora Sky. She had just been informed that she
was being given to Sora to keep him company in the lonely room. Had the dark
king really and truly grown a heart and granted Sora what he desired? She
skidded to a stop outside the room, her heart in her throat as Riku exited the
room. She glimpsed Sora’s naked body sitting on the bed, his back to her,
shivering and marked with old bruises.
Riku was putting himself away in his pants and fixed her with a look when a
gasp escaped her mouth. “Kami,” he said firmly.
“I-it’s Kairi, my king,” she whispered, lowering her eyes.
He nodded slowly. “Kairi,” he said softly.
Then, as sudden as a shot, he grabbed her by her throat and slammed her up
against the wall. Choking and gasping, she struggled against his grip, clawing
at his wrist. Her feet kicked out wildly, dangling far from the floor below.
“P-please, let g-go,” she choked out.
“Listen closely, Kairi,” Riku said coldly. “If you so much as kiss him again,
even if he begs you to, I will put you on that rig in the courtyard and let the
stallion have its way with you.” He dug his fingers into her throat. “And it
won’t be like it was with Sora. I won’t stop the horse this time.”
“L-let go,” she begged desperately.
“Do you understand me?” he snarled.
“Y-yes,” she choked out.
“Good.” Then, he let her go and walked away.
Choking, Kairi clutched her throat and remained discarded on the cold marble
floor for a long moment, clutching her bruised throat. It was farce, she
realized. Riku hadn’t grown a heart—at least not as far as anyone else was
concerned. He only cared for Sora and how long would that last? What would he
do to Sora when his patience with being a gentle caring lover had ended and he
was ready to go back to his old horrors? Tears burned in her eyes and throat.
Before that happened, she would have to get Sora out of the Black Castle. She
hadn’t been able to save her sister, but she would save Sora. Even if it cost
her very life to get him home where he was safe and cared for. She vowed it to
a God that had never listened or cared. Maybe, just this once, God would hear
her prayer and lend her his hand.
Kairi pushed the door open and entered the room.
Immediately, Sora’s head snapped in her direction and fear lit up his features.
Then, he recognized her and smiled beautifully. “Kairi,” he breathed. “You’re
here. I didn’t think he’d…”
Kairi ran to him and embraced him tightly. “Are you okay?”
He winced. “I’ve been better.”
“Did he hurt you?” she whispered.
Sora shook his head. “He only hurt my heart. He made me… made me cum.”
Kairi hugged him tightly, stroking his hair. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay,” he whispered, squeezing her body close. “I don’t like this. I
can’t take it anymore. The next time he comes in to have sex with me, I’m not
going to let him.”
“He’s bigger than you, Sora,” Kairi murmured. “He’ll rape you anyway.”
“I don’t care! I just… I can’t take it anymore,” Sora whispered softly into the
side of her throat. “When he was raping me, it hurt badly, but at least I
wasn’t allowing it. I felt like myself, but now… I feel even worse. I can’t
keep this up. I have to find some way to stop him.”
“How?” she whispered.
“I don’t know.”
…
Selphie cornered her big brother in the throne room. For once, she was
completely dressed and free of toys with a small short dagger buckled at her
hip. Her brown hair was swept back into a low braid, her eyes were steely, and
she glowered at her brother when she spotted him thoughtfully sitting in his
throne with one leg thrust out in a kingly sort of way. Other than that, he
looked like a commoner, slouched and hand pressed thoughtfully to his chin.
“Riku!” she shouted.
He jolted and then smiled absently. “Hey Selphie. What is it?”
“I haven’t heard Sora screaming in a few nights,” she said. “Did you rip him
again?”
“No,” he said and turned his gaze back out the window.
“I saw the little nurse-slut going in there. What did you do to him?”
Riku slid her a glare. “Selphie, I have decided to make Sora my lover. He’s
mine and only mine, alright? What I do to him or don’t do to him doesn’t
concern you.”
Her lips pulled back in a snarl. “What would the people of the Black City have
to say about that?”
He narrowed his eyes. “You wouldn’t dare, Selphie.”
“A weakling, struck lovesick like some kind of animal, ruling the most ruthless
city in the world. I think they would revolt and overthrow you. Then, I think
if they saw me kill you, they would make me their new king,” Selphie hissed,
laughing.
“What do you want, Selphie?” Riku snarled at his sister.
“I want Sora fucked by that horse, dear brother.”
“Why?” he snapped.
“Because,” she grinned, “I want to record it and broadcast it over all the
communication channels. What do you think the rest of the world would do if
they saw that beautiful child getting destroyed by horse cock? I think they
would all live in fear!” She slid her eyes to him, smirking. “And then we can
get out under this dark cloud of your conscience.”
“Selphie,” he breathed, shocked. Riku had always known that his sister was
twisted, but he didn’t know just how twisted she was until this moment.
“I’ll give you until tomorrow morning, dear brother. Bring Sora out into the
courtyard to be fucked bright and early or else walk out alone to your own
execution of the throne of the Black City,” Selphie said coldly. Then, she took
her dagger from her belt, tossed it at Riku so that it stuck, quivering, in the
back of his throne just next to his head. He glanced at it, seeing his bright
nervous eyes reflected on the blade. “Tomorrow morning,” Selphie repeated and
left the throne room.
…
In Roxas the Fair’s white castle, Namine the White and Axel were watching Roxas
pace back and forth before the window. The three of them were bouncing
suggestions and ideas off of each other, trying to think of something good,
some way to bring down the dark king.
“If we just attack the Black City, we’ll be destroyed,” Namine said when she
saw Axel open his big fat mouth.
So far, the only suggestion Axel had been able to offer was a parroting of “How
about a full frontal assault?” and “Let’s just charge in and attack them!” and
“Can’t we just kick their asses?” Namine was known for her patience, kindness,
and placating personality, but if the redheaded lord suggested a full-on attack
one more time, she was going to strangle him. Roxas looked like he was at the
end of his rope, too, shooting Axel a glare to shut him up.
“We need to take the Black City down from the inside somehow,” Roxas murmured.
“But how?” Namine asked. “There’s no one on our side inside the Black Castle
except Sora and my sister. I doubt either one of them is in any kind of
condition to attack from the inside or even organize anything.”
“How about—” Axle began.
“Shut up!” Namine snapped at him. “A full frontal attack won’t work!”
“How did you know I was going to say that?”
“It’s all you’ve said,” she snapped.
“Well, what if I have something else to say?” Axel snorted.
“Do you?” she asked.
There was a pregnant pause.
“No,” Axel confessed.
Namine groaned, pushing her fingers through her pale hair.
“What we need is to get them from the inside. We have to play on them,” Roxas
repeated.
“We know what we have to do. What we don’t know is how to do it,” Namine said
with a heavy sigh.
There was a soft knock on the threshold of a door. The three turned to see who
dared interrupt them. It was a hooded figure in a dark cloak stepping
hesitantly into the room, posture hunkered and nervous, but brave enough to get
this far and not ready to back down now. Who was this person? A spy from the
Black City? But what spy would make their presence known?
“Who are you?” Axel demanded.
The figure pushed back the hood of the cloak and there was a beautiful young
girl standing before them. She had short thick black hair, big blue eyes kin to
Sora’s, and pale dry skin. It looked as if she had been locked away for most of
her young life. Then, her face was beaten black and blue, one eye swollen shut
and her lower lip split badly, bruises marking most of her face and even her
throat.
“No,” Namine breathed.
“Who?” Roxas whispered.
“It’s my sister,” she gasped and jumped to her feet to embrace the young girl.
“Xion!” she sobbed.
But the girl backed away. “N-no, don’t touch me.”
“Xion,” Namine whispered. “What happened to you? It’s been a year since I had
to give you up for our country.”
She nodded, trembling. “I know. I was…” she shuddered, hesitating, “I escaped.”
“How did you find us?” Namine asked her little sister.
“I heard that the dark king took Roxas the Fair’s precious person.” He blue
eyes filled with tears. “I know how you can take down the Black City.”
X X X
Hah, not a scrap of sex in this chapter!
Questions, comments, concerns?
***** Roxas and Axel *****
Look, everybody…/… a slash!
X X X
After the plan was arranged, Namine took Xion to her room so they could talk
and catch up. Roxas and Axel each went to their own rooms. It was dark and cold
outside the White Castle. The moonless sky had only a sparse dotting of stars
and a thick blanket of obscuring clouds. It looked like a night that belong in
the opening of a horror movie and that was what Roxas was afraid of. What if
this only killed Sora and Namine’s remaining sister? What if this backfired on
them and the Black City marched on and took over the rest of the free world?
Roxas had a lot to worry about and so did everyone else.
God, he needed some way to reduce stress and relax a little.
Roxas sat down on his plush bed in Sora’s spot, crossed his legs into Indian
style, and rested his cupped hands on his knees. First, he tried some deep
meditational breathing because he had seen Namine meditating earlier during the
meeting and she seemed to really get off on it. She had been so level-headed
and relaxed afterwards that it wasn’t even fair. But this wasn’t working for
Roxas. Second, he tried some relaxing “oooohhhhmmmm”s, but that didn’t do
anything either. Flustered, he flopped backwards on the bed and buried his face
in the sheets.
The scent of Sora was long gone, if it ever even had existed in these blankets.
Sora rarely shared his bed.
Roxas sighed heavily and fisted his hands in the blankets. This was so hard! It
wasn’t fair! He loved Sora. He loved Sora so much, truly cared for him, but
everyone else only loved Sora’s body. The poor kid had been raped so many times
that he was terrified of ever being touched. That one night in the Dark King’s
castle when Sora had begged Roxas to have sex with him was probably the only
time Roxas would ever get to touch the love of his life.
And it had been magical. Sora’s body was so warm and soft, even beaten and
damaged as it was. His insides were so tight, even after he had been pounded
into by that horrible fisting machine. Sora’s body was heaven on earth. Nothing
would ever compare to pushing his sensitive member into Sora’s hot little body.
Nothing!
Roxas rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, growling.
He trailed a path down his chest with one hand, cupping himself with the other.
He began to rub and stroke, squeezing hard, but as he had already known,
nothing compared to Sora. Since he had taken Sora, Roxas hadn’t been able to
bring himself any pleasure. Nothing compared and, needless to say, he was
starting to feel like a spring that had been wound too tightly. He needed to
find relief somehow, someway, but how?
He shucked his trousers and shirt and flopped down naked on the bed, whimpering
into the pillows. God, it even hurt. His erection hurt and just wouldn’t stop
growing. He needed something! Anything to make this ache in his belly stop
before he exploded.
“Sora,” he moaned.
He gripped his cock an began to stroke himself, rubbing the thick precum all
over the shaft to make the going faster and easier. He fondled his balls,
squeezing and rolling, but it just did nothing. He remained hard and grew
harder, but the tingling coil of release in his belly just wouldn’t come. It
looked like it would be another ice-cold shower to get rid of this matter at
hand.
He sobbed into the pillow. He couldn’t take this much longer. At this rate, he
would free Sora only to bring him back to the White Castle and rape the boy
himself. And he couldn’t betray Sora like that. If the only person he trusted
raped him, Sora’s soul would just… shatter. That would be the end of Sora.
But what could Roxas do?
“Sora,” he whimpered, stroking hard.
Then, curious, he took the bottle of lube from his night stand and looked at
it. It was unopened. He had bought it a long time ago, after the first night
Sora sought out his bed. Roxas had hoped then that it meant Sora was finally
ready to become his, but the lube had remained untouched since he bought it.
After that night, Sora had not come back into Roxas’s bed. Soon after, Riku’s
treaty had arrived and Sora was taken away from him.
But, if the lube was to make Sora feel good, they why wouldn’t it work that way
for Roxas? Although, Roxas had always thought of himself as being the one who
penetrated, the seme if you would. He had never pictured letting someone take
him, fill him to the brim, and have that kind of power over him, but… If he
planned to take Sora that way, then maybe he should know what it felt like.
What if being taken sucked for Sora, no matter how hard he tried to make it
good?
Roxas squeezed some of the cold lube onto his fingers and rose onto his knees,
supporting his weight with one elbow so that his ass was sticking in the air.
First, he rubbed the lube all through the cleft of his cheeks and then pressed
in at his asshole. When he took Sora, he had fingered him, not really knowing
what he was doing, just operating on instinct alone. He also remembered curling
his fingers and hitting something deep inside Sora’s body that made him tremble
with pleasure.
He wondered if he could do that for himself.
Forcing himself to relax, Roxas pushed first one finger into himself and then
another. He curved and curled them, thrusting lightly once he adjusted to the
intrusion, but he just couldn’t find that place he had managed to hit inside
Sora. It felt good, but this wasn’t even close to fulfilling his aching need.
He needed more. He needed—
There was a knock on the door, but whoever it was didn’t wait for his answer.
Roxas didn’t have time to scrambled to cover himself. As a result, when Axel
opened his bedroom door, it was pretty obvious was Roxas had been doing with
himself, but Axel didn’t look surprised. In fact, the redhead was wearing a
plain robe and leaning up against the doorframe, grinning slightly.
“Axel?” Roxas shrieked. He fell off the bed, pulling down the sheets and
blankets with him. In a heap, he stared up at Axel.
“I could tell when we were in our meeting today. You kept moving your legs
around and just now, I could hear you. Let me guess? You can’t get off without
Sora?”
Roxas flushed, but nodded.
Axel closed the door and crossed to him. “Can I make a suggestion?”
“What?”
“Let’s fuck.”
Roxas’s eyes widened.
“I’m horny and so are you. Neither one of us can keep going on like this so
let’s help each other out, huh?”
“You’re horny?”
“Of course, Roxy. Didn’t you know you’re sexy as fuck?”
Roxas blushed both at the nickname and the words. “You would do that? No
expectations?”
“None,” Axel agreed.
Roxas thought a moment, but his throbbing cock made up his mind for him. He
nodded.
Axel immediately pulled him to his feet and kissed him deeply, backing him up
to the bed and laying him down on the rumpled sheets. Pressed chest to chest,
Roxas’s blood boiled with arousal and he opened his mouth to Axel’s probing
tongue, relishing the taste of the other man. Then, Axel’s long fingers found
where Roxas’s had just been and pushed into his slicked rectum. Roxas gasped,
his back arching in pleasure, as Axel’s fingers found his prostate deep inside
and toyed against it.
“You were just here, weren’t you?” Axel whispered huskily.
“Yes,” Roxas gasped, clutching Axel tightly. “There! Please, touch that again.”
“Feels good?” Axel pressed on his prostate.
Roxas cried out in pleasure and his long-held release spurted all over his
chest and Axel’s. It was so much. There was practically no end to it and he
collapsed, panting, backwards on the bed. Axel trailed his finger through all
the semen and grinned.
“Wow, how long have you gone?”
“A… a few… months…”
“It’s not good to hold it that long, Roxy.”
Roxas’s dick twitched, already hardening again.
“Oh?” Axel murmured. He licked his cum-covered finger.
Roxas moaned as Axel laved his tongue on the digit. “Please,” he begged.
Axel lifted Roxas’s thin white legs over his broad shoulders so that he would
be going as deep as possible and pressing completely against the white king’s
prostate. He was already rock hard with just the thought, but Axle had enough
control to last. He pressed the head of himself against Roxas’s ass and
wriggled the sensitive head of his dick through the lube, groaning, and
relishing the way Roxas squirmed and whimpered at the touches.
“Are you ready?” he asked, just to be polite.
Roxas nodded, fisting his hands in the sheets.
Slowly and gently, just as Roxas had been with Sora, Axel pushed into his body
and waited a moment while Roxas adjusted to being filled. Then, he started to
move, slowly at first, but picking up the pace until he was just slamming into
Roxas. His balls were even slapping against his pale ass. Roxas had his head
thrown back, his mouth open in screams of pleasure, as Axel fucked him. He came
once, twice, and was working on a third when Axel gripped his swollen cock and
began to stroke.
Roxas screamed Axel’s name, begging and thrashing in ecstasy as Axel pumped his
neglected erection. A third orgasm wracked Roxas’s body, stronger than all the
others, and his semen practically reached the wall. Then, thinking Axel was
finished, he flopped backwards, but Axel was still going strong. He pulled
Roxas up onto his hands and knees and entered him from behind, slamming hard
against his prostate and ripping a scream of pleasure from Roxas with each
thrust.
Again, he grasped the blonde’s cock and began to stroke. Roxas’s arms gave out
and he collapsed beneath Axel’s strong body. This only allowed Axel to sink
deeper and deeper into him, his cock slamming in so hard and deep that he felt
as if he could taste Axel’s cock in the back of his throat. A fourth time,
Roxas came. Exhausted, he didn’t even have the energy to scream, but Axel
continued pumping his softening member until he was on the border of his sixth
orgasm of the night.
“Axel,” Roxas moaned.
Axel slammed in solidly one final time, spilled his seed deep into Roxas’s ass,
stroked his thumb over the hyper-sensitive head of his partner’s member, and
sent the fair king into the throes of his sixth and final orgasm. Then, he
collapsed beside Roxas, breathing hard.
“How was that?” Axel asked.
Panting, Roxas moaned out. “Amazing…”
“Satisfied?”
He closed his blue eyes. “Oh yes…”
“Good.”
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Hmm, a little stress relief anyone?
Questions, comments, concerns?
***** What Xion Saw and Heard *****
Kind of a filler chapter to remind everyone of what has happened so far so it’s
real short!
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Namine sat quietly on her neatly-made bed, waiting for her little sister Xion
who she hadn’t seen in more than a year, to emerge from the bathroom. Namine
had given her some clean clothing since it turned out that she was naked under
that black cloak and set her up with a hot bath. It had been about forty-five
minutes since Xion had disappeared into the bathroom and Namine thanked heaven
for that because she had heard Roxas screaming Axel’s name at the top of his
lungs for a while after that and she was certain it would scar her sister even
more than she already was.
God, what had Riku done to her precious little sister?
When Namine had glimpsed her sister naked before the bathroom door closed,
Xion’s small little body was rail-thin. Her back was nothing but bruises,
scars, welts, and even what looked like burns. Her inner thighs were bloody and
sticky, her privates shaved, and her long legs trembled as she stood. Then,
there was her little sister’s poor beaten face. Namine also had no doubts
regarding why Xion didn’t want to be touched, even by her big sister. Who had
hurt sweet Xion so badly? And why? It was just sick and wrong and Namine wished
once again that she had never given her sisters up.
The bathroom door eased open and Xion nervously stepped out. She was wearing
the pale violet dress Namine had given her, but she had pulled the heavy black
cloak on around her shoulders, clenching it tightly closed just beneath her
throat.
“Hey,” Namine said gently. “How are you feeling, Xion?”
“It hurts. I had to scrub my legs really hard to get,” she hesitated,
“everything off.”
Namine’s heart broke. “Come here, sweetie. Sit,” she said and patted the space
on the bed beside her.
Xion came and perched there gently, hugging her arms around herself nervously.
Her body was so thin and small that the mattress didn’t even shift beneath her.
For a moment, they both sat in silence together. Then, Xion whispered, “Kairi
thinks I’m dead.”
Namine’s heart leaped up into her throat. “What?” she breathed.
Xion nodded.
“Why?”
“The dark king’s… sister took me and Kairi never got to see me again… I’m sure
she thinks I’m dead.”
Namine tried to touch her sister, but Xion pulled sharply away.
“Please, don’t…”
“Xion, I would never hurt you.”
“I know that, but… I can’t.”
“Please.”
Xion shook her head desperately.
“Xion…”
“I saw such horrible things there, Namine. I heard even worse…”
Namine stared at her sister.
“Lady Selphie… told me everything that the dark king did to Sora Sky… and I saw
things too, out the windows… It was horrible.”
Namine’s heart began to pound, throbbing in her chest like a small animal
trying to escape the cage of her white ribs. She didn’t want her sister to
continue, but her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth and couldn’t be
unstuck. Even if she could, she wouldn’t even be able to find her voice.
It was as if her entire body had just frozen and broken down.
“After Riku stole Sora from Roxas the Fair, he beat him. Then, he raped him and
the whole castle could hear him screaming when he was taken. I could hear him
screaming,” Xion whispered. “It must have been horrible. He must have taken him
dry and hard. I know Roxas the Fair is nice so Sora must have been used to
being taken gently and Riku tore his body apart.”
Namine couldn’t breathe.
“Then, Lady Selphie took him, too, but Riku told her not to fuck his ass. She
had to be told that—she wanted to hurt him so badly. All day, she had been
raping and hurting me so that she would know exactly what to do to him. She
tried to make Sora surrender to pleasure like she did to me, but he wouldn’t
and she beat him to an inch of his life.”
“Like you?” Namine whispered.
Xion nodded, her eyes welling with tears, but continued. “I don’t know exactly
what Riku did to him after that, but Kairi had to go take care of Sora’s body.
I heard that it was so bad. He was ripped inside, bleeding, and that Kairi had
to put medicine inside him with her fingers.”
Namine’s heart throbbed.
“Then, Riku made a deal with Sora. Riku told Sora that if he wouldn’t cum, he
could leave and go home to Roxas the Fair, but he cheated. He got an
aphrodisiac from Selphie and fucked Sora. When Sora came, Riku stuffed his ass
with toys and paraded him around the city like a dog.”
She couldn’t get in a deep enough breath.
“Then, Roxas the Fair came to the castle. I saw him out the window and he
looked like such a sweet man, but the dark rulers had planned a horrible trap.
Lady Selphie’s machine fucked Sora with her largest fisting toy so that Roxas
the Fair would find him like that.” She met Namine’s eyes. “I heard Roxas raped
Sora, is that true?”
Namine’s throat went dry and she shook her head. “No… Sora begged him to make
love to him and he did…”
“Oh,” Xion breathed. Then, she shuddered. “But, the horse was the worst.”
“The horse?” Namine gasped.
“It almost fucked him. It almost tore him apart. I watched it from the
window—Sora’s body looked so tiny and fragile beneath that massive animal.
Selphie wanted to see him fucked by it and she beat me when Riku stopped it.
Then, she raped me, too, with big toys but not with the horse.”
Tears rushed down Namine’s pale cheeks.
“Before I escaped, I heard that Riku was going to make Sora his lover to
protect him. Selphie wants to tear Sora apart.”
“Oh god…”
Xion’s blue eyes gleamed. “I heard that Sora is sweet and beautiful.”
“He is.”
“I want to help him,” Xion whispered.
“We’re going to,” Namine breathed and touched her little sister’s shoulder.
“We’re going to save him. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.”
Xion’s eyes filled with tears that rushed down her face. “Namine… would you
have saved me?”
“If I could take it back, I swear I would.”
Then, Xion fell into Namine and sobbed loudly into her sister’s narrow chest.
Her entire small body was wracked with sobs and Namine could feel every
shattered beaten inch of her sister’s small fragile body. The dark king and his
sister… those bastards would fucking pay! For all the horrible things they had
done to Sora and to Xion and to everyone else!
X X X
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***** The Plan: Pt II *****
I’m going to try to wrap this up by thirty-five chapters… hopefully.
X X X
In the following time, Sora and Kairi had formulated their plan. Then, they
curled up together in the soiled bed and tried to sleep. The next day was
certain to be both hellish and dangerous and it was in their best interest to
rest before attempting to take down the Black City from the inside…
Or die in the attempt.
…
Riku paced his bedroom, naked, back and forth before the window. He was
trapped, caught between a rock and a hard place. He had no doubt that Selphie
would destroy him and take the crown of the Black City, but he couldn’t let
Sora’s body be destroyed by the stallion.
What could he do?
Somehow, he had to be smarter than his twisted sister. He had to think of a way
to stop her from killing either him or Sora Sky. He had to think of something,
anything. The Black City was known for its ruthlessness and cruelty and would
tolerate nothing else.
But Riku’s mind returned to the un-blooming sensitive Sakura tree outside the
castle. Once, that tree had bloomed without fail each year. Then, his father
took the throne and the tree stopped flowering. Did that mean the Black City
did have the capacity for kindness underneath it all? If that was so, what
could he do to bring that back?
When he had paraded Sora through the city stuffed with toys and beaten black
and green, the town’s people had loved it. The people were horrible and cruel,
weren’t they? The blacksmith had clamped clips on Sora’s nipples and fondled
his crotch meanly, but he wouldn’t look into Riku’s eyes and his wife had
watched from the doorway, her face pale and thin and clutching her children to
her legs.
Riku’s heart skipped a beat.
Was it possible that his rule had frightened even his people into submission?
Was something like that even possible?
Riku had always thought that people were basically evil with a few good
tendencies, but… was it possible it was the other way around? Were people
basically good with a few bad tendencies? If that was the case, then he had
something to work with.
…
In her own torture room, Selphie whipped the breasts of a beautiful young woman
until they were raw and sore. She was giddy, singing to herself over the sound
of the girl screaming. She was going to win everything she had ever wanted. She
would get Sora Sky and finally get to fuck his body to pieces. She would become
the Black City’s queen. Her brother would get out of her way and finally let
her do as she pleased. And with him out of the way, she planned on taking over
the remainder of the free worlds.
“Please, please, stop,” the young woman begged Selphie.
She lashed the whip across the woman’s thighs, beating her way slowly to her
most sensitive place. God, she couldn’t wait to lash the stinging tip of the
whip across this poor girl’s swollen vagina and then put her on the fucking-
fisting machine until she tore like a virgin.
Selphie whistled cheerfully over the lash of the whip and the aching screaming
that tore from the girl’s throat.
…
Kairi picked the lock on the door with a hairpin, hugged Sora tightly, and
promised to do her best. He nodded, gripping the threshold of the door as Kairi
slipped out into the hallway and quickly vanished among the shadows, but she
heard Sora close the door lightly behind her. She prayed Riku would not go back
to the room to check on them and find her missing.
Death would come swiftly for both of them if he found out.
Silently, like a church mouse fleeing a cat burglar, Namine the White’s middle
sister and the Dark King’s nurse-maid crept down the shadowed hallowed halls of
the Black Castle. It didn’t take her long to reach the room where the sex
slaves and pets were kept. Quietly, she woke each of them and then gathered
them together in the center of the room. In a whisper, she told them of Sora
Sky’s plan to revolt as one, escape the castle, and hopefully never return.
It wasn’t a hard choice. Stay here and die slowly or attempt to escape and die
trying.
In the darkness, many pale worried faces nodded in agreement.
For the first time in years, Kairi smiled faintly.
…
Riku, hooded and cloaked in black, left the castle in secret and headed into
the city at night. He knew exactly where he was going—to the blacksmith’s home.
He had to find out if what he suspected of his people was true. Were they
basically good, abhorring violence and suffering and pain? Were they like the
beautiful no-longer-blooming cherry tree? He knocked solidly on the door,
uncaring for the time of night. He didn’t have enough time to worry about
things like that.
The blacksmith answered. Immediately, the man’s face went chalk-pale. “Y-your
Highness!”
“Can I come in? It’s important,” he asked.
The blacksmith’s face went even paler, completely stricken. Then, his face fell
and he whispered, “How did you know?”
“Know what?”
The blacksmith stepped aside and let the dark king enter. Clustered inside the
small hovel of a hoe where the blacksmith and his family lived was a small
collection of other people, men and women alike. Their faces all alit with fear
when they saw Riku, but they all remained silent and made no move to flee.
“What is this?” Riku whispered.
“We are rebels,” a woman spoke up. Women were often braver in the face of a
crisis than men, unafraid to be shot down in the defense of their children or
family, and Riku was suddenly very aware of all the daughters and sons he had
taken from the village. How many children had this woman lost to he and
Selphie?
“Rebels,” he repeated, shocked.
The blacksmith nodded. “How did you find out about this?”
“I didn’t. I came to ask you something,” Riku took a deep breath. “I came to
ask for help.”
The woman glared at him. “Are you here to take more children from their
families and torture them? To take more loved ones from your enemies? What bile
will you spew now, Dark King?”
Riku put his hand on the back of a chair. “May I sit?”
The blacksmith nodded, but the woman shook her head. Either way, Riku sat.
“Listen to me, I need to know. What do you think of the violence in the Black
City?”
“It’s disgusting,” the woman said coldly.
Riku glanced at the blacksmith and he nodded slowly.
“Really?” he whispered.
“Of course,” the woman snapped. “Do you think we like losing our children to
become your sex slaves? Do you think we like to see a beautiful child about to
be fucked by a monstrous stallion? Do you think we like to hear children
screaming in that castle of yours?”
Riku’s heart pounded. “I need your help. Please.”
The gathering of rebels in the blacksmith’s house laid all eyes on him and
waited. Quickly, trying to make it sound better than it really was, Riku
explained what his sister had planned. Everyone around him made disgusted
sounds deep in their throats at Selphie’s plan. When he finished, the woman
smile and spoke for the rest of the rebel group.
They agreed to help him.
…
Kairi returned to Sora’s prison room and leaned against the door with a heavy
relieved sigh. Riku had not returned to find her gone and Sora alone—he had not
discovered their betrayal, their treachery, their plan. Everything was still
safe.
“Well?” Sora asked her.
She smiled at him and nodded. “It’s done.”
…
The girl Selphie had been beating was returned to the slave room and deposited
in a rough cot, covered with a scrap of blanket, and left like that… like a
used and discarded rag doll. In the silence, she sobbed into her hands in pain
and horror. She missed her mother and father, missed her family, missed love
and kindness. She missed living a real life instead of being this tormented
creature she had become inside the Black Castle.
In the darkness, someone touched her shoulder and gently soothed her. This was
the first time another beaten sex slave had reached out any comfort to her.
Usually, only the nurse-maid was kind. She met the eyes in the dark, listening
for the sound of betrayal in the darkness, but it never came. Quietly, the plan
for escape was explained to her and an offer to join them was extended. Even if
it meant death might await her at the end, she agreed.
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I liked this chapter. Time for some action rather than sex.
Questions, comments, concerns?
***** An Escape into Darkness? *****
I muscled through and finished this yesterday and now I’m in a hurry to post
it. Then I’ll only have TWO STORIES IN PROGRESS! It’s a dream come true!
X X X
Outside the Black Castle, the rebel group was waiting in the darkness—led by
the woman and the blacksmith whose names Riku learned were Tidus and Yuna. They
would bring Sora and Kairi to Roxas the Fair’s white castle and Riku would
remain behind in the Black City and lead a revolt that would hopefully make the
Sakura tree bloom again.
This would let Namine have her sisters back.
This would stop Selphie’s rampage.
This would save Sora’s heart.
This would heal Roxas.
This would free Kairi.
This would change Riku.
This would change everything.
People were inherently good with a few bad tendencies, after all, right? Riku
prayed that this was the case, but doubt still nagged him. If that was true,
then what was wrong with Selphie. Was their lifestyle so damaging that she
would never regain her heart. After all, if Riku had never known Sora, he never
would have realized the pain he caused.
Sora was the schism that split everything apart at the seams.
He was the light in the darkness.
And Riku was finally beginning to see that bright white light.
…
Quietly, Riku opened the door to Sora Sky’s prison room. A spike of guilt
stabbed through his chest—in all the time Sora had been trapped here, he had
only been outside the castle twice. Once he was stuffed with toys and the other
Riku allowed him into the castle garden to ask him to become his lover. So much
for the protection of that offer. Inside the room, curled up together in the
soiled bed so tightly as if bound by their pain, Kairi and Sora were sleeping
together. Sora was wrapped in the sheets, but still naked beneath them. Under
his arm, Riku carried fresh clothing for Sora and two dark cloaks for the
children. Gently, he shook them both awake.
Immediately, Sora’s face lit up with fear. “Please, no!” he gasped, his face
pale and cloaked with the clinging cobwebs of a nightmare.
Riku didn’t want to know what horrors Sora was remembering even in sleep. He
already felt sick with shame looking into those cerulean-sky-blue eyes fringed
with deep bruise-like circles beneath them.
Kairi wrapped her arms tightly around Sora, clutching his half-naked body close
as if to try to protect him from anything Riku intended to do to him. Would she
put her own life and body on the line to protect Sora now? As Riku was planning
to? Had Sora changed that much inside them, made them both care? There was a
time Kairi would have let someone else die just to save herself and there was a
time when Riku enjoyed tearing someone’s body apart, but Sora had somehow
changed all that.
Before they could jump to any conclusions, Riku tossed the cloaks and clothing
into their laps. “Get dressed,” he said quickly.
“What?” Sora breathed.
The pulse in the side of Kairi’s throat began to visibly pound. “What?” she
said as well.
“I’m getting you out of here,” Riku said and grasped Sora’s thin wrist.
“Selphie’s going to kill you, Sora, and I knew you wouldn’t go without Kairi so
let’s go. Now!”
Sora stumbled to his feet, the sheets falling from his body. His body was so
damaged, destroyed, demolished—covered with bruises, scars, and lined deeply
with pain. He curled his shoulders inward as if to protect himself and clung to
Kairi without even making a move to cover his nudity.
She still didn’t let him go, her blue eyes strong-willed and defiant.
“Let’s go,” Riku repeated. “We really don’t have time for this!”
Kairi gathered up the clothes for Sora and handed them to him. Then, she turned
her eyes to Riku, accusingly and warily. “Why would you do this? Why not just
let him die? What’s in it for you?”
Riku wanted to hit her, but stayed his hand. He was so frustrated, but he
couldn’t blame her for not trusting him. “Selphie wants to let the horse fuck
Sora.”
Behind the shelter of Kairi’s body, he heard Sora yelp out in fear and half-
remembered pain.
“Why do you care?” she snapped.
“No one should go through that,” Riku murmured.
“You’ve never cared what she did before. You let her kill my sister,” Kairi
snarled.
Riku caught his breath. How much did he torture his people? He whispered
suddenly, “Kairi, your little sister is still alive.”
A gasp escaped her mouth. “You lie,” she breathed desperately. This was a
dream, her most sacred wish her most desperate plea, and if Riku was lying… it
would break her heart and soul in two. She couldn’t trust him—he was the Dark
King. He was a liar, he hurt people for pleasure, he was a bastard, he had
nearly killed Sora, but… She wanted Xion to have lived so badly that she would
take that risk with her very heart and soul. This time, she asked. “You lie?”
Riku shook his head, silver hair feathering against his cheeks. “No. She’s
alive. Actually, I just got word that she’s escaped from the castle. Someone
saw her headed toward Roxas the Fair’s lands.”
“Roxas,” Sora breathed, but it came out more like a cry.
“Are you going to track her down?” Kairi snarled.
Riku glared at her. “Why would I? I’m getting you and Sora out of here!”
Dressed, Sora put his hand on Kairi’s shoulder and stepped forward. His body
was like that of a child’s, so hurt and fragile and frail. His face was
beautiful, his eyes still soft and trusting, so gentle, and he reached out to
Riku with pale white hands. His wrists were ringed with ugly bruises. “What’s
changed?” he whispered to the dark king.
Riku took Sora’s hand, squeezed it, and wrapped the heavy black cloak around
his skinny shoulders. “You changed me,” he whispered. “I couldn’t bear to hurt
you, not anymore.”
Sora smiled a frail little smile and then turned to Kairi. “It’s alright,” he
whispered. “Let’s go.”
Kairi slid her hand into his, pulling the cloak over her shoulders, and
standing close against his side. She watched Riku closely and warily, not as
ready to trust and forget as Sora was, but she supposed Sora had been through
far worse than she had. He had learned to let the pain out and move on or else
he never would have survived his stay in the Black Castle. He would have raped
her to save himself from the horse and his soul would have died.
“Okay,” Kairi whispered.
Riku led the pair out into the hallway, picking up a small saddlebag of food
and water for the swift journey to Roxas the Fair’s white castle. The castle
was quiet and sleeping. Things felt safe, he could hear the night breathing
deeply and steadily, he could sense the beautiful tree outside and hear the hum
of cicadas. This would work. Everything would be alright!
Selphie’s voice rang sudden and mean through the dark hallway. “Going
somewhere, dear brother?”
X X X
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***** A Struggle Between Siblings *****
This reminded me of “All These Lives” because Selphie kind of went nuts once
again. It must have something to do with her stupid name…
X X X
The girl Selphie had been whipping and beating and torturing crouched inside
the shadows of the room with the other sex slaves and pets. They were unarmed,
but hoping for strength in numbers. Together, they hoped to be a swarm of
locusts, devouring and destroying everything in their path.
“Ready?” she whispered to the others.
…
“This is taking too long,” Tidus whispered to Yuna.
She glanced at him in the darkness and let her eyes wander over the black
façade of the castle. “Do you think he was lying to us?”
He shook his blonde head. “No. I don’t. He seemed almost… desperate.”
“I know. I agree. Let’s just wait a little while longer,” she whispered to the
blacksmith who had originally organized the rebels in the Black City.
After the loss of one too many friends and her own son to the rulers, Yuna had
been more than quick to join his ranks and had quickly taken over. Like Namine,
she was a strong woman, but it was never clear how strong she was until she was
put in hot water, just like a teabag.
“Let’s just wait,” she whispered.
…
Selphie emerged from the shadows of the hallway, grinning like a skull, and she
had blood on her mouth like a monster from a horror movie. Determined, she
closed the space between her brother and the two pets he was sheltering behind
his broad body. “I guess you want me to destroy you,” she hissed.
A shard of silver flashed in Selphie’s hand—dagger, Kairi thought immediately.
Her grip tightened on Sora.
Riku saw it too. “Selphie, take a step back. Take a breath.”
She giggled, shrill and manic. “I don’t want to,” she said cruelly. “I want to
see him fucked by the horse. I bet his body rips completely in half in a
glorious rain of blood and cum.”
A whimper of fear escaped Sora and his fingers dug into Kairi’s hand tightly.
Riku sucked in a breath. “What is wrong with you?” he whispered.
“I belong in the Black City,” Selphie said plainly.
Riku shook his head. “Our people fear us—”
“As it should be,” she said coldly.
Riku caught his breath, thinking of Tidus and Yuna and the rebels living in the
Black City, waiting for their moment to take back their children and strike.
“No, Selphie,” he said firmly. Then, he straightened up and glared down into
her face. “Step aside. We’re leaving.”
Like a wild animal, a scream was unleashed from the woman’s throat.
For one heartbreaking moment, Kairi thought for certain that Selphie would stab
Riku, kill him, and then turn the point of her blade on Sora. She couldn’t let
that happen! She yanked free of Sora’s grip and crashed sidelong into Selphie’s
body, throwing her aside and protecting Riku. Selphie stabbed deeply into
Kairi’s thigh with the shining shard of her dagger and the nurse-maid screamed
out in pain. Riku flung himself between them, shoving Selphie backwards and
clutching Kairi close under his arm.
Selphie grinned, her green eyes darting to the opening between Riku and Sora.
“No!” Kairi screamed.
Riku dropped her abruptly, her body crashing on the cold marble floor with a
stifled cry. He leaped, trying to prevent Selphie from hurting Sora, but as
always… he was a hair too late. He heard her dagger bounce and shudder off of
Sora’s frail ribs and then the muted crack as the force of her blow broke
through his body. A small cry escaped Sora and he closed his small hands over
the pommel of the blade even as his body crashed down to the cold marble beside
Kairi.
Selphie cackled out a laugh.
“No!” Kairi breathed.
…
Roxas the Fair, Axel of the West, and Namine the White were planning on riding
out to the Black City. Xion insisted on coming, despite how beaten and hurt she
was, and Namine fully supported her. She wasn’t ready to let her sister go
after so long being apart. Xion insisted they would need her to navigate the
city streets at night. She told them that Yuna and Tidus, the ones who had
helped her escape, were organizing a revolt that should have been taking place
tonight. They had to hurry. There wasn’t much time left in this world.
“Just hold on, Sora,” Roxas whispered. “Please.”
…
Riku was an instant too late, but he was there and his rage overtook him. With
an animalistic cry unlike the ones that tore from him while he was having sex,
he leaped on his sister’s exposed back, tearing into her small body with his
strong hard hands.
She screamed at him, shrieking his name and lashing out like a feral cat.
Grappling, the siblings went down in a heap.
There was a crack, but Kairi wasn’t sure whose body was breaking. It could have
been Selphie’s wrist or Riku’s nose. She rushed to Sora’s side, pressing her
hand over the wound in her thigh. “Sora, can you hear me? Sora?” she begged
him.
His blue eyes fluttered open, followed by a weak smile. “I’m okay.”
“Let’s get you out of here,” Kairi whispered. She gathered his body against her
side, hitched his shoulder over her own, and dragged him to his feet. She
struggled to support them both on her injured body, but quickly hobbled them
down the hall and away from the fighting siblings. “Hold on,” she whispered to
Sora.
He nodded into her, a whine of pain escaping his mouth.
…
The girl Selphie had beaten flung the door open the same moment Kairi and Sora
came around the corner. As a result, the door smashed Kairi in the face and
knocked her off her feet. With a crash, she wound up sprawled in the floor,
Sora still clutched to her side tightly. She was completely unwilling to let
her go.
“What the hell?” Kairi groaned out.
“Oh my god! Are you alright?” she asked.
“Peachy keen,” Kairi grumbled. “Help me up.”
“What now?” someone asked.
The pets crowded around and heaved Kairi to her feet.
There was a nervous murmur among them, fear.
“Quiet,” the beaten girl said sharply.
“What now?” someone repeated.
“We get out of here,” she said.
“What about the Dark King?”
“He’s busy,” Sora croaked.
“Let’s go,” Kairi repeated.
“Right.”
…
To say the least, Yuna and Tidus were shocked when a veritable army of mostly-
naked and all-beaten children and young adults stumbled out of the Black
Castle. They hadn’t brought enough horses for this grand of an escape. This
many people would require at least three or four wagons, maybe more. How many
tormented pets did Selphie keep in her clutches? How many were secretly buried
somewhere? And most importantly, what now? Yuna wet her lips and dismounted her
horse, pushing into the crowd in search of Kairi or Sora, the people Riku had
told her about. Tidus wasn’t far behind her.
“Where’s Riku?” Yuna shouted into the crowd of abused pets. “Hey!”
Sora Sky’s bright blue eyes met hers through the darkness.
Inside the castle, there was a shrieking scream.
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I enjoyed the action and perspective switching in this chapter. Next chapter
should have death!
Questions, comments, concerns?
***** Gunshots in the Night *****
This came out to be a short chapter because the climax went ahead and changed
on me right in the middle from what I originally had planned when I started
this chapter. And I got stuck all, “Crud! What now?” like I always do. So,
moving on!
X X X
Selphie’s banshee shriek went directly into Riku’s head like an ice pick.
Startled, he released her and stumbled to his feet with both hands pressed over
his aching ears. Selphie grinned up at him, sprawled, her chestnut hair all
around her head like they had been having sex.
“You’re so stupid, Riku,” she growled. “You let Sora Sky fuck your heart and
your head.”
“Selphie, shut up!” he shouted.
“I tell you what,” she purred and got to her feet. “Just give him to me. I
won’t let the horse fuck him. I’ll just play with him a little and we can put
this whole mess behind us.”
“You’re the stupid one,” Riku ground out. “Sora’s already gone.”
“What?” Selphie breathed and them actually looked around. There was a trail of
Sora’s blood leading away, but the hall was deserted save the two of them. Her
face transformed into a beast’s visage and a wild scream tore from her mouth.
“You bastard! I’ll kill you!” She leaped on him, tackling him to the ground
like a wild animal and pinning him. She raised her dagger, another one that she
had produced from somewhere, over Riku’s head. He lifted his arms to shield
himself.
The single gunshot was loud in the silence.
…
Tidus looked around, both hands pressed to the wound in Sora’s side as Kairi
did her best to patch him up. All around him, the sex slaves and pets milled
about in nervous silence and fearfully watching the castle doors. It was then
that he realized that Yuna wasn’t among them.
“Where did she go?” he asked Kairi.
But she was busy with Sora and didn’t know.
Tidus pushed his way through the crowd of pets and into the dark castle. Then,
there was a single gunshot like a sound of the entire world breaking apart at
the seams as it echoed through the castle. His heart skipped a beat and then
stopped altogether.
…
Selphie’s body collapsed, heavy and bloody on top of Riku’s chest. He could
taste her blood and feel speckles of bone and brain decorating his face. She
was dead—someone had blown her fucking head off. Fear and stupid rage filled
him. How dare someone hurt his family member? And then he remembered what an
evil bitch she was and looked up into Yuna’s pretty face. In the darkness, her
different colored eyes looked like she had two different people living inside
her body and shone in the dark.
“Thanks, Yuna,” he whispered and pushed Selphie’s dead body off of him.
She pulled the hammer back. “I should kill you now,” she hissed.
“What?” he breathed.
“You’re the cause of all of this hell,” she snarled. “You took my sisters from
my mother! You tore us all apart for your sick pleasure!”
His eyes widened. “Please,” he began.
“It’s too late for that!” she shouted at him and pulled the trigger.
The second gunshot was even louder in the silence.
…
Tidus first saw Yuna’s thin back.
Then, Selphie’s bloody broken corpse.
Then, the dark king lying on the cold marble ground.
He saw the shadow of her gun and knew what she planned to do.
…
Kairi wiped her brow and sat back on her heels a moment, breathing hard. Then,
she helped Sora sit up, pressing her arms around his back. “You’re alright,”
she murmured. The knife had broken his rib, but it hadn’t damaged anything
vital inside. A few stitches later and he was hardly even bleeding. It had been
close, but he would easily survive.
“Thank you, Kairi,” Sora whispered gratefully to her.
His cerulean-sky-blue eyes shone in the darkness of the night and Kairi found
her eyes drawn to his beautiful mouth, curving faintly with a small smile. For
the very first time, Sora’s face was not twisted with fear and she so dearly
wanted to kiss him, but she pushed the urge back. Instead, she only smiled back
at him. Overhead, a full moon blazed.
Then, there was a second gunshot.
…
The bullet harmlessly cracked into the marble beside Riku’s head. He wasn’t
sure exactly how he was still alive, but he was partly grateful. He had seen
the blur of someone grabbing Yuna from behind and jerking her aside, the muzzle
of the gun blazing with light as it fired. Yuna and his savior crashed sidelong
in a heap and he heard Yuna shouting in rage and sorrow, lashing out and
fighting. She sounded like Selphie, but pained and hurt. He felt so sorry for
her and what he had done to his city.
He almost wished that she had killed him. He hadn’t realized the extent of the
horrible pain he caused.
“Yuna, shh,” Tidus whispered.
“I want to kill him,” she sobbed.
“I know,” he whispered again. “I know.”
Riku sat up and looked at the two rebels in the dim light and then at the
corpse of his sister lying beside him in a pool of blood and brains. What had
his castle and city become? What had he been? But that hardly mattered now.
Things had changed. Roxas the Fair’s sweet Sora Sky had been tortured and
tested to the limits of any human’s mind and heart, but he hadn’t broken or
succumbed. He had changed everyone around him.
Sora was a magnificent person.
A single tear rolled down Riku’s bloody face.
X X X
This turned out to be quite the bizarre story. Three more chapters and fin!
Questions, comments, concerns?
***** Changes *****
I think I’m getting sick. Way too many stories going at once.
X X X
When Roxas, Axel, Namine, and Xion arrived at the Black City, they found what
they least expected. The best word to use could be described as a sort of
festival, but that too was way off the mark for all the crying and shouting
that was going on. That, and the air was filled with pink cherry blossoms.
Overnight, the Sakura tree had bloomed.
…
From a distance, Roxas the Fair could see Sora laughing and smiling as best he
could under the circumstances. He was standing with a slender ruby-haired girl,
so close that she was even lightly holding him by his forearms as they talked.
Even from that distance, Roxas could see that he had lost Sora to her. Sora’s
pain and suffering in this rotten place made him desperately desire a kind
touch and who knew what he had shared with Roxas had cost him at the Dark
King’s hands.
Sora had found a tentative love and it was not with Roxas.
In both ways, Roxas the Fair was happy and sad. He waited at a distance,
speaking quietly with Axel who had lost no one to the Dark King and didn’t
fully understand what had happened, until Namine went over the Sora and the
red-haired girl with Xion. The three girls laughed and cried, clinging to each
other the way sisters often did, and Sora allowed his eyes to wander over the
crowd around him. He found Roxas’s gaze and smiled, but Roxas didn’t go to meet
Sora or talk.
He stayed where he was.
…
Yuna and Tidus stood beneath the beautiful blooming Sakura tree, alone,
standing close but not quite touching. Yuna was holding her gun in her hands,
staring down at it, and Tidus was watching her face closely as the dappled
shadows of the tree played across her features. All around them, drifting like
happy pink confetti, pink petals rained down.
“Should I have killed him, Tidus?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because your mother wouldn’t have liked that.”
“But… his sister killed them.”
“And you killed Selphie. The blood has been paid.”
“But—”
“Can you let it go, Yuna?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“Try?”
“Yes. I can always try.”
“That’s good, at least.”
“Yeah.”
“Now, look at the beautiful Sakura tree.”
“I’ve never seen it bloom before.”
“They don’t bloom in adversity like other plants. They need goodness and light
to bloom.”
“But this is the Black City, Tidus.”
“Well, then, I guess it’s not so black anymore.”
“It’s beautiful,” she breathed.
…
Sora squeezed Kairi’s hand, smiled at her, and gave her a moment alone in the
strange city.
Namine the White embraced both her sisters tightly and vowed silently to
herself that she would never to let them go again. She would die before she let
them go or let them be hurt. At first, Xion didn’t want to be hugged or touched
by anyone, but when she saw Kairi, she just couldn’t say no. She hadn’t seen
Kairi since they had been brought to the Black Castle and each was certain that
the other was dead. TO find that they were both truly alive… This was a moment
they would always cherish—the first moment they got to be together after so
much pain.
“I’m so sorry,” Namine sobbed into Kairi’s hair, hugging them both tightly.
Kairi patted her sister’s back comfortingly. She felt surprisingly numb, as if
all those bad things had happened to a completely different person. Suddenly,
she realized just how thin and small Namine was. Then, she held her tightly.
“You did what you had to,” she explained softly, forgiving.
“Even so, I never should have let you go!” Namine cried.
“We’re alright,” Xion whispered into Namine’s pale hair. She shuddered in their
arms like a broken bird, but she was whole and she was alive and that was
enough.
“We’ll heal and we’ll get better,” Kairi promised Namine. “It’ll be alright.”
…
Sora came to stand beside Roxas and sighed lightly. “Roxas,” he whispered.
“You don’t have to say it, Sora.”
“Say what?” he whispered.
“I see it,” Roxas murmured. “I know you… care very much for her.”
“For Kairi?”
Roxas nodded.
“I’m sorry,” Sora whispered.
Roxas sighed, fighting back the stone in his throat.
“I never meant to hurt you, Roxas, but after everything that’s happened to me…
I don’t think I could be with you fully. Even though I know you won’t hurt me,
I still can’t get passed everything that has happened to me and even if I
could, I couldn’t love you the way you deserve to be loved. Kairi and I, we’ve
been through the same pain.”
“You understand each other?”
Sora nodded.
“Did you ever care for me, Sora?”
“In another life time, before all this.”
“I never should have let you go,” Roxas breathed.
Sora captured a cherry blossom in his palms. “But then… this would never have
happened…”
Roxas admired Sora from the corner of his eye. “You wouldn’t take it back?”
“No,” he confessed.
“You’re amazing, Sora. You really are.”
Sora smiled faintly.
“Someday, will you tell me all that has happened to you?”
“Maybe,” Sora Sky whispered to his dear friend. “Thank you, Roxas.”
“For what?”
“For coming.”
“You were already free. You can take care of yourself.”
Sora released the small pink bloom. “But you came anyway. Thank you, Roxas.”
This time, Roxas whispered, “You’re welcome.”
…
Axel was standing with Riku on the steps of the Black Castle, watching everyone
else below as they chattered and cried and talked and laughed. It was a happy
sight, dappled with pink blossoms on the warm spring breeze. A lot had changed,
but it felt like such a short time ago that all of this had begun. How long had
it really been? Months or years?
“So,” the redhead asked finally. “Your sister is dead?”
Riku nodded.
“Why aren’t you?” Axel asked plainly.
“I don’t know,” Riku whispered. Cherry petals came to rest in his silver hair.
“I really don’t know.”
“What will happen now?”
“Things will change,” Riku said. “Sora has changed me.”
“He really is a remarkable kid, yes?”
Riku nodded. “He is. I wish… I wish that I had never hurt him.”
Axel clapped him on the back, harder than necessary, and walked away.
People would be slow to forgive, Riku realized, but they would. It was human
nature to hurt and to heal, to love and to hate, to cling to and to let go and
to force away. Things were always changing and it wasn’t only because of one
beautiful boy who he wanted to hurt and wanted to cherish in the same breath
nor because of a crimson-haired girl who desperately wanted to save her sister
nor because a cruel man had learned of pain and love nor because of rulers who
had to save their lands. Things changed because of time and because humans were
inherently good with a few bad tendencies.
X X X
I really liked the way this wrapped up.
Questions, comments, concerns?
***** Axel and Roxas *****
Next chapter is the last one. Finally! This has been the world’s longest story…
writing wise. I’ve never had to work on something for so long before finally
finishing it!
X X X
After everything that happened in the Black Castle, several things were
decided.
First, the dark king, Riku, making Yuna and Tidus ambassadors to the crown,
would remain ruling over the Black City. Hopefully, with the blooming Sakura
tree watching over them, the city would change for the better. Riku was
certainly interested in fixing things and he was ready to try very hard. Yuna
and Tidus would keep him in line.
Second, Namine the White was going to take her sisters home with her. It was
time they once again became the family they had lost when Riku took Xion and
Kairi away as part of the war-and-peace treaty. They had to work on getting
Xion better, on healing her damaged heart and soul, and Kairi would be at her
side the whole time.
Third, Axel would return to his castle in the west where the sun set and lit
the entire realm on fire. He had left early after the events in the Black City
were resolved, riding home on his great black stallion, but he invited everyone
to come visit him and they promised they would. So Axel was a moron, but his
heart was in the right place.
Fourth, though it killed Sora Sky to tell his best friend and closest ally that
he didn’t want to return to the White Castle, he did. Instead, he wanted to go
with Kairi and her sisters to Namine’s home. He was almost unable to force the
words out, but he had to stay with Kairi. They had an unbreakable bond now,
pain and also freedom.
Roxas understood, but he wasn’t exactly happy about it.
Once again, he let Sora go.
…
~A few days later~
Though Roxas was finally home in the White Castle and he knew Sora was safe, he
still couldn’t sleep in his empty bed. Groaning, he got up and went to the
window, looking up. Was that a small fire burning in the courtyard? A small
bubble of panic welled up in his chest. He couldn’t let his castle burn!
In only his underpants, Roxas raced through the halls and spilled out into the
courtyard below. He grabbed a bucket from the well there, patiently waiting and
always filled for good luck. He heaved the water over the small fire, but it
remained there, dripping.
“Hey, Roxy,” a cool voice muttered. “What a… nice surprise. Did I smell or
something?”
“Axel?” Roxas murmured. Sure enough, the ruler of the west was standing before
him, dripping wet and not looking very happy, but it was definitely him. No one
had that shade of flame-red hair or bright gleaming cat-green eyes. “I thought
you went home to the West.”
“I did, but I got bored.”
“So you came here? Why?”
Axel shrugged. “It was fun last time.”
Roxas felt the heat flame into his pale cheeks.
Axel grinned wolfishly. “It was good for you, too, right?”
Roxas cleared his throat. “How about I get you some dry clothes?”
Axel wrung out his saturated sleeve. “I suppose that would be nice too, Roxy.”
Roxas led Axel into the castle, listening to the wet squelch of his footsteps,
and brought him to a guest room just down the hall. Though Sora’s bedroom had
been cleaned out and was now empty, Roxas couldn’t bring himself to allow Axel
into it.
“I’ll go get you some clothes,” Roxas murmured.
“Can’t I come with?” Axel whined and wrapped his arms around his wet body. “I’m
cold.”
Roxas met the larger man’s green eyes and saw the lust burning in them. What
would happen if he were to sleep with Axel again? Would it take away some of
the raw ache that came from losing Sora? Or just make it worse?
“Please?” Axel murmured.
“Alright.”
The redhead followed Roxas to his chambers and Roxas pulled some dry clothes
from the bureau drawers, turning to hand them to Axel when he heard the slap of
wet clothing hitting the floor. Half-naked, he watched Axel head towards his
bathroom and start the shower. He seemed so incredibly at home, nothing like
sweet nervous Sora.
“What are you doing?” Roxas asked him.
“Showering,” Axel said cheekily. “Want to join me?”
Roxas shook his head.
“Suit yourself.”
Then, the redhead stepped into the shower stall, but left the bathroom door
open so that Roxas could see the blurry outline of his naked body in the
shower. He sat down on his bed and watched for a while, thinking about what he
was supposed to do now.
“Roxy,” Axel called teasingly.
“What does it matter?” Roxas decided out loud.
Sora was gone and there was nothing to stop him from once again falling into
bed with Axel. He pulled off his boxers, tossed them, and padded into the
bathroom to open the shower door. Axel had his soapy back to Roxas, but the
blonde put his arms tightly around the larger man from behind.
Axel stroked his arm. “Hey, Roxy. Did you change your mind?”
Roxas nodded into Axel’s naked back, feeling the texture of the skin beneath
his lips. His body was so strong and firm, nothing like Sora’s doll-like body.
He didn’t have to fear hurting Axel if he hugged too tightly or kissed too
hard. Suddenly, Axel pressed the swell of his ass back against Roxas’s
hardening cock and Roxas shuddered at the feeling.
“You can take me, if you want,” Axel offered, rubbing his ass firmly against
the white king.
“Really?”
“Sure. I took you last time. It’s only fair.”
Roxas ran his hands down Axel’s chest and wrapped his fingers around the man’s
large cock, stroking and gripping firmly. For a moment, he feared he was being
too rough, but Axel threw his head back, his mouth falling open, and a loud
moan escaped him as Roxas squeezed and fondled even his sensitive balls. His
other hand trailer down Axel’s slick back, cupped one cheek of his buttocks,
and then sought out his entrance. Something was already there.
“What?” Roxas breathed.
He could feel Axel’s smirk. “I wanted to be ready for you. It’s just a plug to
keep me stretched and wet and lubricated. Take it out and fuck me, Roxy,
please.”
Roxas pulled the plug out with a loud sick sound and immediately pushed three
fingers into Axel’s body, seeing just how stretched and wet he was. Axel
groaned, thrusting his hips back towards Roxas’s invading fingers, and it
sounded as if he was nearly ready to beg to be fucked. Roxas didn’t let it get
that far. He stroked his own cock with his wet hand and guided it to Axel’s
ass. With one strong thrust, he entered the larger man.
“God, Roxy, you’re so small, but your cock…” Axel gasped as Roxas began to move
and thrust, “is huge!”
The feeling of entering Axel was so different from being inside Sora’s lovely
little body. Sora had been so tight that Roxas knew it had to hurt both of them
at least a little, but Axel was as loose and pliable as a woman, ready for
anything. Experimentally, Roxas bit into the back of Axel’s shoulder, drawing
blood, and Axel moaned in pleasure. A move like that would have sent Sora
screaming from the room in an instant, but it only turned Axel on more.
“Harder! Faster! Fuck me!” Axel screamed.
Roxas pushed him down on his hands and knees in the small shower stall and
began pounding into him as hard and fast as he could. Each thrust sent the
breath exploding from Axel’s lungs followed by a shriek of pleasure. Roxas
gripped his hips, fingers digging in, and slammed in to the hilt. Axel took it
all without complain save for Roxas to go faster, harder, and deeper. He
wrapped his hand around Axel’s neglected cock and began to pump hard, squeezing
tightly.
Axel moaned loudly and reached between his own legs to grasp Roxas’s balls. He
could feel the heavy sacs swaying and slapping against his ass and wanted to
squeeze them tightly in his hand. He played with Roxas, enjoying the way his
fast pace faltered and became frenzied. Roxas’s grip on his cock grew tighter
and tighter, as if he was suing it as an anchor and Axel loved every minute of
how close it was to pain though the pleasure far outweighed.
A spiraling arch of white seed left his body, spilling into the water beside
the plug he had shoved up his ass so Roxas could take him as hard and fast as
he wanted. Quickly, Axel pulled away from Roxas, pulling the dick from his ass,
and captured it in his mouth regardless of where it had just been.
“Axel,” Roxas began to protest.
But Axel engulfed Roxas’s cock and began to suck and swirl the sensitive head.
It wasn’t long before Roxas exploded into him with a cry and slumped down on
the floor of the shower. Axel remained sitting beside him, swallowing the
fantastic buildup of semen.
“You waited too long again,” Axel murmured.
“I know. I wasn’t ready.”
“And you were ready now?”
He nodded.
“Ah.”
The two men sat together in the bottom of the shower stall for a while, naked,
beneath the spray of the warm water and letting all evidence of their sex wash
away down the drain. Roxas felt as if all the sadness, loss, and pain was being
washed away too. After a long time, he straddled Axel’s lap and pushed the
redhead’s hard cock deep inside his own body and they had sex again. After
that, the water was getting cold and Axel insisted they get out.
“You know it’s a good shower when you get out feeling dirtier than when you
went in,” Axel remarked.
Roxas lay down in bed and waited for his new lover to join him. Roxas didn’t
even think about the fact that Axel was sleeping on Sora’s side of the bed. He
just pressed naked against him and slept better than he had since all this
began.
X X X
Attention! Sora and Kairi are NOT going to get a lemon in this story. After all
they’ve been through it would just be cheap and stupid so this (Axel and Roxas)
was the resolving lemon. I hope you enjoyed it because I think it came out
rather well. The next chapter will probably be fairly short and just fluff.
Questions, comments, concerns?
***** Epilogue: Thank You *****
This turned out to be the weirdest story. And I have never spent so long
working on something. This thing got updated all over the place! But now I’m
finished with it! Yay! I’m down to only two stories in progress! Let’s try to
keep it that way, okay, self?
X X X
Sora and Kairi had gotten so used to being together, to sharing a bed, to just
being close, to being lonely without someone there, that even once they were
safely out of the Black Castle and living with Namine the White, they couldn’t
bear to be apart.
Kairi would have been afraid to even be close to any other man, but Sora was
different. She couldn’t be without him. Sora had been through the same pain she
had. Even though Xion sometimes wouldn’t even let Namine hug her, she always
allowed Sora to.
Sora was special and so hurt, yet still kind and innocent.
He would never hurt anyone, not even to save himself from pain or death.
…
Sora often spent time with Namine, talking to her quiet when she cried for the
suffering of her sisters. Sora was always willing to talk to anyone and about
anything, even the hell he had been through. Namine was grateful for him during
these hard times.
And so was Xion. She didn’t want to talk to Kairi or Namine about what Selphie
had done to her, but she would tell Sora. Sora understood and Sora listened. He
was like some sort of angel fallen to earth so hard that he had broken off his
wings.
And Kairi thought she loved him. She never would have thought herself capable
of it after everything she had been through, but Sora made her feel like a
fresh-faced virgin again. He made her feel as if she could be loved and
cherished.
She wondered how she made him feel?
…
Sora was sitting at the window in the room he shared with Kairi, looking out
over Namine’s city. It was plain and beautiful, the people happily bustling
about the streets, children laughing. Here, it was easy to believe that the
dark things that had happened in Riku’s Black Castle had never even existed.
Maybe, it had all just been a nightmare, but Roxas was no longer with him. He
had gotten a letter from Roxas a little while ago saying he had found happiness
with Axel. And Sora was happy for his friend. He still woke in the night from
nightmares of leaving Roxas alone, but this was what he wanted.
“Sora?” Kairi called as she came out of the bathroom, drying her ruby hair with
a towel.
“Yeah?” he murmured, turning away from the window.
“What is it?” she asked and came to sit beside him.
“I’m just thinking about what happened,” he said and gently took her hand.
“Do you want to talk?” she asked gently.
He shook his head. “I’m alright.”
“Sora?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you happy here?”
He nodded, “Yes.”
“Truthfully?” she breathed.
He nodded. “Though sometimes I think about what I did to Roxas.”
“Roxas has Axel. He’s happy.”
“I know,” Sora said with a sigh, “but I can still feel bad for him. Roxas loved
me once and I broke his heart. Now, I don’t think anyone can love me again.”
Kairi’s heart skipped a beat. “But Sora,” she began, but she couldn’t say it.
“We love you,” she said instead, “Namine and Xion and I do.”
Sora smiled sadly. “I know, but Roxas…”
“Wait!” she yelped.
He looked at her, blue eyes gleaming with unshed tears. Kairi closed the space
between them and kissed him gingerly on the lips. For a moment, Sora was frozen
against her, surely remembering when she had once forced her mouth to his in
desperate lusty panic. Now, she made sure her kiss was light and gentle, but
Sora still did not respond.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered when she pulled away.
“For what?”
She met his eyes. “For everything and for kissing you now.”
“But… I love you,” he breathed.
Her heart lurched into her throat and she forced herself to swallow it down.
“What? Why didn’t you kiss me back?”
“I… I don’t know how. I’ve never been kissed before.”
Kairi’s heart went out to him. At least before she had been taken by Riku, she
had had time to live a little. Sora, though, had been a slave all his life. He
didn’t know a lot of things. Kairi would have to be patient and loving towards
him and wait for him to come out of his shell, but she could do that. She
smiled.
Then, lightly, she kissed him again and this time, he melted into her like a
small child, clinging to her shoulders and seeking out her mouth. Kairi let him
explore and experiment, smiling into his lips as he kissed her. When he pulled
back finally, he smiled into her face and whispered, “Thank you… Thank you,
Kairi.”
X X X
Questions, comments, concerns?
And, drum roll please, we are finished!
Here we go. (And this turned out to be quite the weird story…)
Very important author's note:
First, I don’t want to hear about anyone being mentally scarred. You read it
all the way to the end so it must not have been that frightening.
Second, drop a review and let me know what you think! Are the characters way
out of character? Does everybody hate Riku for being a dick? How about Selphie?
Think I torture Sora way too much (but it's because he's so easy to be mean to,
though I always make sure to give everybody a happy ending!)? Are permanently
disgusted and can no longer even play Kingdom Hearts thanks to me? Loved it?
Hated it? Are scarred for life because of the stallion? Think there was way too
much sex and abuse and rape in this story? (Flames will be used to roast
marshmallows and weenies!) Think I need to do more editing before I post
chapters? Post to slow? Chapters are too short? Too long? Yada, yada, yada…
Third, I own nothing except my original characters: like… I don’t think there
were any in this story, maybe the horse… I also own my twisted freaking plot!
So there, now I can't be sued!
Fourth, there will be no sequel… at all, so don't ask!
Fifth, check out my first ORIGINAL NOVEL! The Breaking of Poisonwood by
Paradise Avenger. (Summary: People were dead. When Skye Davis bought me at a
slave auction as a birthday present for his brother, I had no idea what my new
life was going to be like, but I had never expected this. It all started when
Venus de Luna was killed and I was to take her place, to become the new savior…
Then, bad things happened and some people died. In the heart of the earth, we
discovered the ancient being that Frank Davis had found and created and used to
his advantage. The Poisonwood—)
Finally, thank you for making it this far! All the way to the end! Woot! Yay!
And so, I bid you adieu. (Wow, what a long author’s note.”
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