The Principle of Evil Made Flesh

“Stop priestess.”

Naraku’s velvet voice broke across her awareness like cold water and Kagome blinked a few times to cement this reality in her fuzzy mind. Looking ahead, she saw a very dilapidated building, the curved eaves and many small outbuildings, all leaning like drunken sailors reminded her of the many unused shrines she’d seen pepper the land as she roamed in her hunt for…well, the evil being who now stood behind her. Kagome shuddered in her cool skin – since her injury had saturated the lower half of the black hoari she’d begun to call her own with blood, she was left naked to the wicked world around her. Loss of blood made her very cold and pale and thinking really was still a chore – unless she simply didn’t want to think. It was so easy to just exist. Her current occupation as slave was becoming, if not accepted, then at least it was familiar by now.

Their seemingly aimless wandering had hunkered down into a routine, of sorts. When she stumbled in exhaustion, Naraku stopped walking and disappeared after tethering her to the nearest tree. When he reappeared, his lithe form covered in his ubiquitous white pelt, her master would lead her somewhere sheltered and with a blazing fire ready and waiting.

Food had become just another way to strip the thinking being from her numbing, changing mind. Every time they stopped, Naraku would drop a dead rabbit, squirrel, or fox at her feet. Last night it had been a large black rat! She would then have to skin it, gut it with her bare hands and devour enough to satisfy her slave-driver as he avidly watched her rising gorge at war with her body’s need for meat. The wicked irony, the miko mused bitterly, was a blazing fire was always just in reach, but she was never allowed to cook her meal – the one time she had tried, Naraku nearly broke her arm and threatened her with his…affection… should she was not be hungry enough to eat the raw meal as it was…

“If you aren’t hungry, little bitch, you must want a hard, brutal fuck to whet your flagging appetite!” Naraku growled hard into her shaking ear, Kagome remembered nervously.

She’d picked that rabbit carcass up and broke the skin with her teeth double-quick and without further squeamish hesitation. The cold raw flesh slithered down her throat just like her captor’s limber tongue when he plundered her mouth from time to time.

But he had not tried to fuck her since the time in the hot spring. Kagome found herself needing a fix, but she was so afraid of the torturous pain and wounds she received because of her need for Naraku’s poisonous cock. Her wounds were strangely healing faster than she thought possible, Kagome had a sneaking suspicion her dream of the most amazing cunnilingus, well – the only cunnilingus – she’d ever had might have something to do with the quick recuperation her body had embarked upon these last few days.

Naraku wondered what was going through the far-away priestess’s flighty mind as he watched the abandoned shrine for signs of squatters or enemies. Either would have pleased him immensely; Naraku’s sexual frustration was beginning to take a violent toll on his steely self-control. Having finally found a suitable place of refuge to accomplish his wishes, the Spider smiled a lopsided leer. Spanking the delectable little miko hard on the ass, he snapped her sharp chain, now hooked at a ring out of her dangerous reach, and bid her lead the way.

Her surprised yelp ran down his spine and pooled like fire in his over-filled sac. Gods, he needed to fuck! That weak bastard Onigumo was probably laughing right now within him. Naraku ground his teeth in irritation at that disgusting thought and pushed it out of his scheming mind. He had things to do here.

The sight of a lush, pale whiplash girl-child, her nakedness adorned perfectly in flashing silver spider silk and hot golden submission would be more than enough to flush out any bandits, clerics, or other left-over human trash in this lonely place.

Killing any he found was perfect foreplay.


Shaking the blood and shit off of his tentacles and insectile limbs, Naraku threw the stunned priestess on the hard floor of the main building.

She had done her job perfectly and when a small group of ragged outlaws tried to take his toy away, the dark hanyou gleefully slaughtered every single one, as slowly as he could so that their gibbering screams could further inflame his lust. Kagome had seen the dead before and she’d witnessed enough oni killing for pleasure, but this man, though she knew he was not a man at all, brayed wicked laughter that froze her very soul as he split and tore, eviscerated and impaled the very unlucky men who thought to take her away from him.

Now he circled her like a shark, thinking, thinking. Kagome tried to remain motionless, afraid to draw his adrenalized cruelty down upon her head. She hated him like this, murderous and outright psychopathic – the scared miko much preferred her master as a hot, brutal lover who could make her body sing like the screaming of raped angels. Utterly shocked at her depraved mental image and doubly so at the idea that she felt…some sort of solace in the arms of her vilest enemy, the girl clapped both hands over her mouth and bugged out her wide eyes in a ridiculously comic expression.

Naraku saw her face and wondering what in the seven circles of Hell could be on that little vixen’s dirty mind, allowed himself a quick peak into her whirling thoughts. He was thrilled at the miko’s evolving feelings for him; her complete seduction and defilement was coming along just as he’d planned. But he was a possessive creature and the incident with the bandits had struck a raw nerve within him. The Spider decided he needed to put his name on his things so others didn’t try to take them as their own.

Kagome noticed Naraku had stopped pacing around her and she looked up into the most frightening leer, one that promised blood, pain and sex to her without end. Her pussy began to drip at the bloody sparks in his hot eyes. She found she wanted to do anything he might demand, anything at all. But the priestess was unprepared for what he did demand of her.

Naraku saw the passion rising in the whore’s filthy mind and struck her fast. Pushing the girl flat on the floor with his foot, the evil one dropped to his knees, sitting himself on her round, plush ass. She was splayed like a lizard on a rock in total submission and he loved her for it. Leaning up to her dark-fuzzed nape, Naraku licked his long tongue down her spine as far as he could easily reach. Then whispering in the miko’s captive ear:

“Are you ready for me, little girl?” his sultry voice massaged her clenching sex.

Not waiting for an answer, Naraku extended a thin, sharp tentacle and slashed his exposed chest open.

Dark purple-red blood swelled in the wound and fell. Jabbing the razor tipped digit into his own blood, Naraku began to prick the pale back of the pinned and captive slave beneath him. Over and over he did this as a dark purple spider began to take shape in Kagome’s tattooed flesh. She had tried to thrash as the first stinging burns of shouki hit her nerves, but Naraku held her fast with his other arm as his changed one continued its careful work. Kagome was now sobbing as the pain continued to escalate. Her red, tear-stained face pleased her sadistic master greatly.

Her loss of control was a soft hand tugging along his starving cock, but Naraku wanted her to know she belonged to him and now the rest of the waking world would know it too!

“You are MINE, you little bitch!” he breathed hard into her captive ear. She moaned so loudly in her delicious misery; it felt so good in the hanyou’s wicked ears!

“Your body has been made to serve, inside and out – now tell your master; to whom do you belong.” Naraku commanded urgently, rubbing his hard chest over her abraded flesh.

“You!” she sobbed brokenly, letting the black curtain of her hair hide her shamed face.

“Good bitch!”

His handiwork was superb. She wore the devil’s mark for all to see.

Kagome suddenly felt his weight gone from her hips but the excruciating pain of her shrieking, blistering back kept her prone on the cold floor. Every breath made the rings in her flesh sing in delirious pleasure and her marked flesh scream in torment.

“Leave this place and you’ll join those bandits in their beds before you can even scream.” Naraku drawled with a thin smile

The lazy threat drifted down to Kagome and she let it hang there in the still air long before she dared move from the dusty floor.