Abuse

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: I do not own InuYasha or any other of the characters affiliated with it.

The hanyou was thrown before his new mistress, his body bruised and aching from the abuse he’d suffered at the hand of both his previous master and his new mistress’s guards. He whimpered for a few moments, then tried to look up.
Unfortunately, his golden eyes couldn’t quite focus. The guards kicked him hard and he moaned in hushed agony, his face pressed against the cool sapphire marble of his mistress’ courtroom.
The hanyou gave a pained protest, a weakened groan, as he felt a hand descend upon his bruised, bloodied, and battered face, and realized that it was that of his new mistress. In panic he tried to sit up so as not to disrespect her.
Flash backs of his previous master, a cruel red-eyed man by the name of Naraku, bombarded the poor hanyou as he felt this caress.
A fist connected with his cheek as the angry words met his ears.
“YOU STUPID WORTHLESS SLAVE! HOW DARE YOU DISOBEY ME!” All poor Inuyasha had done was to throw up when his master, Naraku, had ejaculated in his mouth. Inuyasha had done his very best to swallow the vile fluid, but to no avail. After five seconds, his stomach could no longer hold the liquid, and brought it up—right on Naraku’s lap.
Furious with his apparently incompetent slave, he had almost killed Inuyasha, wrapping his claws around the hanyou’s throat, even as the hanyou begged for forgiveness.
“Please, Master…” But Naraku cut him off by choking him. Inuyasha whimpered until his airway was cut and he could no longer breathe. Naraku snarled sadistically. “YOU HAVE GONE TOO FAR, YOU INSIGNIFICANT WHELP!” Inuyasha lifted his shackled wrists to Naraku’s white-knuckled hands, his claws almost caressing Naraku’s fingers in a desperate attempt to be released.
All at once, Inuyasha was thrown against the wall. In a soft, plaintive way, Inuyasha knelt at his master’s feet, kissing his master’s toes as he pled for his very life. “Please, Master… I didn’t mean to, honest! Please don’t kill me…I beg of you…don’t punish me…I’ll try harder, I swear!”
The hanyou was so terrified that his life would end there, and it would have, save for one thing.
A girl had interrupted Inuyasha’s apparent execution to speak with Naraku. After a few minutes, he returned, looking somewhat calmer, with the information that Inuyasha would be sold.
Inuyasha was sold for less money than a street urchin had. Somehow that hurt more than anything else, to know that Naraku thought so low of him that he was nothing more than a weak and pathetic sacrifice, now unworthy of his time and attention.
Inuyasha was shackled and sent off to a place where not many inu youkai came back alive.
His mistress continued to caress his face, growling at the guards for kicking him. “Can’t you see the pain he’s in? He doesn’t need to be abused any further…” she turned back to Inuyasha, her thumb caressing his cracked and bleeding lip, “Do you?”
Inuyasha meekly shook his head. Silently, he wished he could ask her to remove his shackles and harness. His harness consisted of a set of leather straps over his shoulders chest and back; the worst part about the harness was that on the inside of the leather, tiny spikes lined it. They bit into his flesh and since the guards (and Naraku) had made sure they were tight, he was even bleeding slightly from just those wounds.
Inuyasha flinched as his mistress’ palm caressed an obvious bruise along his face, his eyes wide with terror and pleading. The woman looked at him for a long moment, bringing her other hand to run through his hair; her other hand lifted to caress Inuyasha’s perfect pink-lined puppy ears. She looked slightly disappointed when her fingers in his hair hit several snags and deep red stains from Inuyasha’s own blood.
The woman had ears atop her head, just like Inuyasha. She had long flowing black hair, the tresses framing her face perfectly. Her eyes were of deepest amethyst, shadowed by a light blue. Holding part of her hair back was a cherry blossom, bringing out her pale complexion perfectly.
Inuyasha found himself panting as his eyes took in her form.
She was light, her body looking thin, but strong at the same time, her deep purple kimono traced with gold accentuating all of her features in the right way. Her perfect black ears flicked in his direction; a black tail flicked around her perfectly formed thighs and calves.
A smile graced her thin red lips as she whispered, “Yes…it’ll do nicely.”
Inuyasha’s head hung. He hated this type of humiliation. To her, he was nothing more than a toy, something to amuse someone of greater superiority than he. The words of Naraku were still drilled firmly in his head.
“Know your place, hanyou. You are nothing more than a toy to us. You are a sacrifice; your only mission and purpose to be a pleasure slave to those who command it of you. You are nothing more than a toy to be played with, a sex slave to be taken, and then thrown away. You’re disposable; easily replaced. It wouldn’t be much for anyone simply to kill you and not give a damn. You mean nothing, hanyou…absolutely nothing. A broken toy may be grieved by a child; however, when you die, no one will grieve.”
A soft tear of broken emotional anguish slipped down his cheek as the woman stood. Inuyasha stayed at her feet, his eyes averted to the ground in show of his respect.
The woman gently pulled at his leather leash, which connected to a collar similar to his harness, the tiny spikes digging into his poor flesh at the feel of the light yank. He stood up as quickly as he could so she wouldn’t pull it again.
She led him to a bedroom, and for a moment, Inuyasha considered struggling.
But where would he go?
To whom would he run?
He far preferred this woman to Naraku. At least she didn’t slap him…yet. Inuyasha realized that it probably wouldn’t last all that long. Abuse will come in time…perhaps after she finds out what a wonder I am in bed…Inuyasha thought desolately.
The woman led him past the bed and to a magnificent bathroom, a steamy sapphire marble tub overflowing with hot water and soap, rose and orchid petals everywhere. The room was light with candles, and it wasn’t all that big, just big enough to encase the large tub. Inuyasha took a look at the tub and remembered how Naraku had Inuyasha bathe him, never once allowing Inuyasha the pleasure of being in the water with him. Is that what she’s going to do to me?
“Strip.” Her voice was smooth, sultry. He obeyed her, sliding off his leather pants to reveal more of the straps running down his legs. He knelt down before her, silently praying she wouldn’t do more to him.
Her hand found itself beneath his chin. He looked up into her eyes. To his surprise, she knelt down beside him and clipped his collar with her claws. His harness she removed by gently undoing the clasp in the back. The whole thing fell off of his well chiseled chest and arms as soon as it was loosened. At his lower back was another clasp, which she undid and smiled in satisfaction as her slave was now completely stripped.
“Get in the tub, please.” Please? Did she just say please? Inuyasha looked at her and complied, the both of them knowing she didn’t have to say it in such a sweet manner.
Inuyasha slowly slid into the warm, comforting embrace of the soapy water, not really caring about the sting of the soap hitting his wounded body. His eyes closed slowly in pleasure he had not been allowed to feel for most of his existence as a slave.
His eyes opened as he heard the whisper of cloth hitting the ground. His new mistress stripped herself down and slid into the water as well. Standing in the tub, the water was up to her torso; she sat down on one of the edges and the water was nearly up to her eyes; it was evident she was crouching in the water.
“Come here…” she purred, her voice sounding soft and tender. Inuyasha obeyed, putting himself in a somewhat kneeling position before her, his eyes downcast to convey the respect he knew kept him alive.
His mistress laid a hand upon the curve of his neck and purred softly. “Closer…” she breathed, and Inuyasha slipped as close as he dared to her; he was so close that with one hand, his mistress could have killed him; simply by gripping his poor abused throat.
She lifted her hand to his face, softly caressing his cheek with the back of her hand. She moved up to his sensitive ears, then gently pulled Inuyasha close to her body. She rested Inuyasha’s weight in the crook of her arm and silently dipped his head back. Something lavender smelling and viscous poured onto his head. He flinched at the feel, but then relaxed as his mistress began to rub it into his scalp, then moved down his hair until all of his hair was lathered up.
For the first time in so long, Inuyasha felt cared for. During his time as a slave, he was never permitted a bath such as this. Usually, it was a 2 minute cold shower, thrown in with some abrasive soap and yanked out, thrown in a cold room, not even allowed the mercy of a towel to dry off with, simply left there until he was dry.
Naraku was a master at that. He loved watching Inuyasha shake with the cold, laughing sadistically as the hanyou contracted a fever and collapsed on the ground in a fit of shaking and sweating.
And now, in the sweet warm embrace of both the hot water and this amazingly gentle woman, he felt something akin to loved.
Once she had washed his hair, she took the same soap and began to wash his battered body. She started with his face, massaging a few of his bruises, getting the dirt out of each of those wounds. It hurt, yes, but nothing compared to being throw into a cell, chained to the wall, beaten to within an inch of his very life, and taken as he was and left there, blood pouring down the backs of his thighs from his injured entrance.
Her hands slid lower until they began to wash between his legs. She was gentle, amazingly so, somehow managing to cause him the least amount of pain possible.
She looked up at him. “You have a lot of bruising on your body,” she said, “but most of it’s concentrated around your groin…” He nodded, his head hung in silent shame that she had noticed.
“Are they that cruel to you?” He looked up. Her eyes begged him to tell her more. “Naraku….when I was bad, he’d kick me there a lot.” She arched a delicate eyebrow.
“Bad? How could a sweet, submissive slave like you ever be bad?” One of Inuyasha’s ears flicked back silently. “Several ways….I’d disobey him.”
“How so?”
“I wouldn’t swallow.”
“He fed you and you wouldn’t swallow?” Her tone was curious.
“No…he’d make me go down on him and…” She cut him off.
“I see…I wouldn’t classify that as disobedience…that’s just plain cruel for him to even ask that of you.”
Inuyasha was silent for a minute; at length he whispered, “But I’d try…as much as I could…but I just couldn’t keep it down…he nearly killed me because of it before I was sent here…” the last part he murmured softly.
“My poor sweet slave…” she murmured against his soft ear, her lips grazing the sensitive inside. “Don’t be afraid…I will never make you do something as cruel and sadistic as that. Rest assured, my sweet.”
Sweet?
Pet names like “sweet” were given to him as a mockery. Naraku had called Inuyasha his “sweet”, and Inuyasha hated it; however, this woman was different. It was as if she actually meant it. Her lips were soft, as was her tone. Her tender nature comforted Inuyasha’s grieving soul. He suddenly had a burning urge to ask something of her.
“Am I worthless, Mistress?”
The woman was silent for a few moments, and then spoke smoothly. “Who told you that you were worthless?”
Inuyasha looked away for a moment. “Naraku…”
“And what did that vermin tell you?”
Inuyasha drew a deep breath and repeated what Naraku had so often told him. “He’d tell me this before I would be put to my dungeon to rest…” Inuyasha drew a deep breath, and with tears pouring down his bruised cheeks he whispered, “‘Know your place, hanyou. You are nothing more than a toy to us. You are a sacrifice; your only mission and purpose to be a pleasure slave to those who command it of you. You are nothing more than a toy to be played with, a sex slave to be taken, and then thrown away. You’re disposable; easily replaced. It wouldn’t be much for anyone simply to kill you and not give a damn. You mean nothing, hanyou--absolutely nothing. A broken toy may be grieved by a child; however, when you die, no one will grieve.’”
The woman was silent for a few moments, before she lifted Inuyasha out of the water and told him to go lay down on the bed. He didn’t ask for a towel or anything as he silently went out to the bed, knowing pain would follow. Why did I do that for? Now she’ll torture me…or worse…
Tears poured down Inuyasha’s cheeks as he sat down upon her elegant bed. A pair of guards snarled at him, hatred in their eyes as they yelled, “Hanyou! Get off the bed! You’re soiling the Mistress’ bed with your tainted blood, you worthless whore!”
Before Inuyasha could even lift his head to get off the bed, they attacked him, beating his already bruised flesh as he lay submissively meek beneath them, thinking this was just was his mistress wanted: his torture. It was, after all, precisely what Naraku had done to him; trapped him into doing something wrong and having an excuse to “punish” him.
“STOP!” A shrill voice squealed. Inuyasha looked up as his mistress, soaking wet and holding naught but a towel to her front stared in anger at her guards.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she snarled in rage, her guards standing motionless as the one holding Inuyasha’s throat let go, the hanyou falling to the ground in agony.
“I told him to go lay down on the bed, not to get assaulted by my guards! Get out of here!” The guards nodded and bowed, then turned and left, leaving Inuyasha’s apparent savior and himself alone in that room.
“I’m sorry, my sweet,” she murmured as she gently lifted him off the ground. He stumbled over to the bed, pain marking his every stride. Once he was down on the bed, he looked up at her in fear; pure, unadulterated terror gripping his heart like a clamp, his breath coming in weakened gasps.
She reached out to caress his face and he flinched, whimpering in both pain and fear.
“Please don’t punish me for disobeying, Mistress…”
Her hand connected with his face, her palm cupping his cheek as she softly whispered, “There, there…you didn’t disobey me….”
“Didn’t I?” Inuyasha asked, knowing that when his mistress walked out, he was indeed not doing what she said.
“You poor sweet dear…You were being attacked! How on earth can I punish you for being attacked—especially when you didn’t deserve it! Come here…” she whispered by way of comfort, allowing the “dirty hanyou” as he was called into her arms. He whimpered and sobbed into her hair and shoulder, and she gently rubbed her slave’s back in a sweet massage.
She pulled back at length, then said smoothly, “Lay down on the bed, please. I’d like to take a look at you.”
He obeyed her, laying flat against the red silk sheets upon her bed, baring his chest, stomach, groin, and legs to her. He was so utterly completely hers, so much it hurt. The fact that Naraku had forced him like this ached; he wanted so desperately to be free of those memories.
The woman looked him over, starting with his face and moving down to his beautiful, if slightly bruised, throat, then to his well carved chest and abs. She shuddered at the sight of his muscular legs, taut and lean, but looking quite strong.
She looked back into Inuyasha’s eyes. “You are beautiful, hanyou…” she whispered, and spoke the word “hanyou” as if it were the sweetest name in the world. Inuyasha suddenly feared what would happen to him.
“Are you going to take me, Mistress?” The woman scowled.
“Please, stop calling me Mistress. I hate the name. It makes me sound so proper. Please, call me Amethyst Sakura, or simply one of those two for short. I don’t really mind. And yes, at some point I will take you.”
“I see…” He sounded slightly depressed. Amethyst paused a moment before speaking.
“I won’t let them.”
“You won’t let them what, Mistress?”
“Amethyst.” She corrected him, placing her finger to his lips and silencing him. He nodded without a further word.
“I won’t let anyone abuse you as long as I am here. You are, after all, my sex slave.” He hung his head. “Yes, Mistress.” Amethyst mentally sighed. Poor little pup…Naraku really tortured him, didn’t he?
“Are you thirsty, pup?” she asked gently, watching as her slave’s ears pricked and laid back. “Only if you are willing, Mistress…”
She sighed softly. Her poor slave didn’t believe that she was actually asking if he was thirsty, but rather teasing him like that son of a bitch, Naraku.
Amethyst stood up and fetched a shallow pan of water and laid it down on the ground. She wasn’t so much testing him as she was simply showing that as much as she’d love to treat him like an equal, he still was a slave to her.
Inuyasha’s ears pricked as she set the pan on the ground. She looked up at him and motioned towards the pan. “Go on…its not just there for decoration.”
Inuyasha knelt down over the pan and lapped up the water like the dehydrated pup he was, sucking as much of the water up as he could, and as fast as he could, as if at any moment, it would be taken away.
To Inuyasha’s shock, not only was the water clean, but it was cool as well. He drank until all of the water was gone, then he silently pulled back and looked down, not verbally asking for more, but begging for it with his eyes.
Amethyst obliged him, filling his pan up once more, letting him drink to his heart’s content. When Inuyasha could no longer suck the water, he rested against the bed as Amethyst lifted his tired body up.
She lay next to his naked body, her lips soft against his neck. She apologized as she placed a thin leather collar around his neck, but Inuyasha didn’t protest in the least, merely flicked his ears back and fell asleep.