Bankotsu's Harem

Kawool – hehe, I know, she was so naughty, she made me write it too, I didn’t plan it at all. I had totally planned to have Kikyou have him all to herself, sigh, what can I do? he is hot, as you said. Did you notice that an injured nice Suikotsu greatly resembles an injured human Inu Yasha? I was rewatching the Shichinintai episodes, and saw Suikotsu, and shortly after watched the battle with Jak n Inu Yasha on Mt. Hakurei, and I said to myself, OMG, they look so alike it is uncanny! No wonder I think Sui is such a hottie, hehe.
Naheta - ty
Kagome – hmmm, I doubt it, but it is not laid in stone yet
Mules – someday you will catch up, hehe


10. Ayame’s Defiance

Ayame lay curled in her cage, naked. It had been 3 days since anyone had spoken to her. 3 long days she had laid in this cage, with no clothes, no one to talk to. At first she had been humiliated, but what was the point? All of them were constantly in some state of undress. She had yet to meet the mysterious leader, whom they were all being prepared for.

She gazed through the bars dejectedly. Her bruises had pretty much healed, she had known that with no weapon, that she probably stood very little chance of escaping, but the warrior in her had made her try. Thoroughly having her ass kicked by a pretty boy with a bead in his hair made it even worse. The man had an obvious aversion to women, as well as a sadistic streak a mile wide. Ayame shuddered at the thought of having to try to please this man. She had a feeling it would not be pleasant, and would involve a lot of blood.

As she stared forlornly into space, she hadn’t noticed the man walk up behind her cage to study her. Suddenly she sensed the eyes on her and turned quickly. She looked into the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen. A small crease marred his forehead, as he looked her over, as if he were deep in thought about something. She noticed the collar and leash that hung from his hand, and her eyes widened in horror.

He noticed the look, and spoke. “Little one, it would be best for you to just accept your fate, it will be a lot easier on you.”

“Never!” she spat at him, her eyes glaring fire.

Bankotsu let out a small smile, a dimple creasing his cheek, and Ayame tried not to notice his swarthy good looks. He pulled out a key, unlocking the door to her cage, and Aytenstensed, preparing to run as soon as he opened the door. He opened the door, and Ayame fled. He let out a small chuckle, stepping aside, and allowing her to run.

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Ayame sat on a tree-branch near the stream, she was still within the towns walls, unable to find a way out as of yet. She knew the men had traps set all over the place, lethal traps, and she didn’t know where they were, she wanted to escape, not die.

Bankotsu had ordered that no one interfere in his hunt. The girl had not yet tried to cross the wall, or she would have found the barrier he had put up, making escape impossible, and he would have seen the disturbance in his barrier.

He followed her footprints across the town, down by the stream. She had crossed, into the tree line on the other side. Bankotsu leapt the stream in a single bound, and continued tracking her. He was enjoying the hunt.

Ayame cringed, as a tree branch slapped her sensitive breast. She knew he was owinowing her, and she led him a merry chase, what she didn’t realize is that although she had speed, he had endurance. She ran to the wall, examining it, for traces of weakness or of a trap, finding neither, she went to another spot of the wall. Still finding no traces of weakness, she was satisfied that at least it was not trapped, and kicked at the wood. It held strong, and she kicked at it again, flaking off some splinters of wood. Satisfied that she was makinogreogress, she kicked at it a third time, only to be tackled to the ground beneath a very solid body.

Ayame clawed and struggled under him, trying to get away, she raked her nails across his face once, before he pinned her arm beneath on of his legs. He sat up on her chest, taking the steel collar, and quickly wrapped it around her neck, Ayame kicking and spitting the whole time, the collar snapped shut with a clink, and he quickly fastened the delicate chain that formed a leash to it. She continued to struggle under him, and he pulled out a length of cord. Quickly he flipped her over, pinning her arms behind her back, and efficiently bound her. Ayame by this time had started crying.

Bankotsu grabbed her by her hair, and lifted her to her knees. “Stand up slave,” he commanded. Ayame glared at him defiantly, and his eyes hardened, “I said stand.” She tossed her hair, and looked at a tree. Tears welled in her eyes as a stinging blow landed across her cheek. “Now.” Ayame bowed her head in defeat, and rose to her feet.

He began walking, pulling her behind him on the leash. When they got to the stream, he dunked her under a few times telling her that she stunk from being in her cage for too long. Ayame tried to bite him, but he only laughed at her.

When they returned to town, Bankotsu pulled her through the town, to his house. She was so ashamed as they passed several of the other inhabitants, and couldn’t meet they pitying glances of the other girls, or the envious glance sent to her by Kikyou. She did not like the thought that her master would be giving her attention to another.

Inside, he led her down a hallway, into a room that had an odd bed in the middle, Ayame never having seen a western style bed before. In the middle of the room, Bankotsu fastened his end of the chain to an iron ring affixed to the floor. After she was secured, he turned to her, pointing to the mark on her thigh, “Do you see this? You are mine. Your body proclaims you mine, and you will never be free of me;” and with that, he left the room. Ayame immediately tried to free her hands in vain, this man knew how to tie a knot, and the cord he used was strong, she could feel blood welling up where she had pulled too hard.

She walked over to the iron ring, examining it; maybe, she could just pull the whole thing out of the floor. It appeared to simply be coming out of the floor, if that was the case, she should be able to splinter the floor no problem. Ayame walked until her chain was fully extended, and dug her toes into the ground, pulling at it with her full weight. It wouldn’t budge. After about a half an hour of trying, she finally gave up, as she sank to her knees, crying at her helplessness.

Bankotsu returned, depositing a plate of food on the ground in front of her. He left her hands bound, and told her to eat. She turned her face away from the food before her, and he shrugged his shoulders, walking out of the room. Ayame felt her stomach rumble, but would not give in, she would not degrade herself to eat like that!

An hour passed and then two. Ayame’s stomach rumbled hungrily, she had not eaten since yesterday, and then it had been only a crust of bread thrown into the cage, while she was treated as if she were nonexistent. She glanced at the food, No! What was she thinking? He would not win like this.

Shortly after the evenings darkness had crept into the room, Bankotsu had entered, lighting a candle. He had glanced at her uneaten plate of food, but not commented. He picked it up, and exited the room, returning shortly. He ignored her completely as he undressed for bed, and she looked at the bed apprehensively, would he rape her? He had lit the bedside candle, and walked past her, completely nude, and blew out the candle by the door. Turning, he walked over to the bed, and crawled in, blowing out the candle. Ayame harrumphed in the darkness. He had not even offered her a blanket or anything, was she just supposed to lay here and go to sleep? Evidently so, as she could soon hear his breath even out, and slow into slumber. She lay awake for some time, staring at the ceiling, and listening to the night sounds, before sleep finally took over.

She awoke quickly, disoriented, quickly looking around, and was greeted by a nude male walking across the room. Quickly she rolled to her feet in a defensive position, but he ignored her, grabbing a robe from a peg on the wall, and leaving the room. He returned shortly, and released her leash from the loop on the floor. He led her from the room, and took her outside, telling her to relieve herself. Ayame colored, there was no way she could do that in front of him, and told him as much, he said ok and started to pull her back inside, and Ayame quickly told him to wait. He smirked knowingly, as she squatted. When she had finished, he led her back inside, and reaffixed her to the ring.

She watched him through her lashes as he dressed, and then he left. He returned about an hour later with a plate of steaming food, and ordered her to eat. Having now gone for two days without eating, Ayame finally relented, kneeling in front of the plate, and eating as best she could with her hands bound behind her back. He stood over her and praised her for being good and doing as she was told. When she had eaten her fill, he took the plate and walked from the room.

That evening at dinner time, he unbound her wrists, and rubbed them, helping her work the circulation back into them. He had a small table and chair against one wall, and Panjiiro came in, carrying a platter of food, she set it down on the table, bowed, and walked out, casting a furtive glance at Ayame. Bankotsu ordered her to serve him, and she thought about resisting, but decided that his punishments were not worth it, and cooperated, but just this one time, she told herself. When she had filled his plate and cup, he sat in the chair, and ordered her to kneel on the floor next to him. He began to eat, and tossed Ayame a bit of meat, she caught it in her hand, only to have him knock it from her grasp, she looked up at him, not understanding his cruelty, and he spoke. “You will not use your hands, slave.” Ayame looked at him with resentment, but complied when the next bit of meat flew her way, catching it in her teeth. They continued the meal, and when they were done, he rechained her to the ring, locking it in place with a small key, so she could not free herself with her unbound hands.

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The next two days progressed much the same, and Ayame while resenting him for treating her in such a fashion, also saw him as an attractive man. On her third night, at dinner time, Bankotsu had grabbed her head by the hair at the nape, and pulled her head back, pouring some of his drink down her throat. The other times, she had been given a bowl of water to lap at like a common dog. The liquid coursed down her throat, and she had to fight back the urge to cough as the liquid burned a path to her stomach, leaving a warm fuzzy feeling in her head.

Confusion set in when after he chained her, and climbed naked into bed, he didn’t blow out all of the candles. She heard the door slide open behind her, and spun around to see Kikyou enter the room. She bowed and said, “You summoned me, master?”

“Yes I did,” he stated in a seductive voice. Kikyou took a moment to glance at her, as if unsure what to do, but proceeded over to the bed, Ayame watched her walk, spellbound by how sexy she made the act of walking from one end of the room to the other look. Kikyou stopped at the foot of the bed, and allowed her robe fall to the floor in one fluid motion. Bankotsu let out a small smile as the woman crawled across the bed into his waiting arms. He did not douse the candle light as he began to kiss Kikyou, and run his hand over her breasts. Ayame wanted to look away; she really did, but could not help but watch as Bankotsu fondled Kikyou, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. His member had grown stiff, and Ayame was shocked at how large it was. He covered Kikyou with his body, and she wrapped her long legs around his waist, allowing him entry into her.

Kikyou cried out in obvious pleasure at what he was doing, and Ayame watched as his buttocks flexed and relaxed as her thrust into Kikyou over and over. She could not know that he prolonged the act, drawing every cry he could from Kikyou for her benefit. Ayame had long since felt herself growing warm, and her nipples had hardened. At one point she had looked away, but there were still the erotic sounds of his skin slapping against Kikyou’s, and her sweet moans of pleasure, accompanied by his occasional groan. Finally giving into herself, Ayame watched again, and saw both of them reach completion, she quickly looked away before either of them should notice her watching, laying there she closed her eyes, and tried to feign sleep.

Shortly after, Kikyou left, leaving Ayame alone with Bankotsu. He spoke softly, “I know you are awake, little one, did you enjoy the show? Soon, that will be you beneath me.” Ayame didn’t respond, and he blew out the candle, going to sleep.

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So, I hope you all enjoyed my little voyerism scene, I know Ayame did! LMAO!!! Sorry, it is late, and I am giddy, need to go to sleep before you all think that I have flipped my wig, oh, oops, too late huh? oh well, now you all know my dirty little secret! too much caffine too late at night make dragonflyelj crazy! If you liked what you read, please review, and... if you want to know what else is in store for Ayame, the extra reviews will encourage me to write faster. Huggles all! Ja ne!