The Principle of Evil Made Flesh

Every time Naraku left their dank lair, he promised Kagome two things: one, he would return and two, any attempt to leave her dark, silky prison would bring her slow, agonizing torture and not the kind she so enjoyed. If she didn’t behave herself, the Spider softly threatened, he would start cutting things off – and he assured her, they would be things she would miss. Lifting eerily from the high ledge he’d found in the driest part of the ever-moist cavern the dark hanyou withdrew into the darkness on his own secret agenda.

Kagome lay sprawled on their stolen futon, languid upon moist Tyrian purple silk sheets. The damp worm-spit fabric clung to her body like a second skin and she found a great quiet pleasure in making silk angels on its wide expanse. Every time her dread captor returned from the outside world, he brought something to make the dark womb of her confinement softer, more devastating. The last thing he’d brought her was a fire-blackened iron ring, nearly as large as her head, cunningly wrought together with a wicked spike longer than her forearm and twice as thick. She swallowed thickly at the somehow erotic display Naraku unwittingly made as he slowly thrust the thing into the dripping rock wall like it was only a hot knife through butter. The ripple of powerful sparse flesh along the hanyou’s long white arms as he pushed it home spoke volumes to the priestess of her master’s iron will; he could have easily broken her body in two with such strength, but he had only done enough damage to her to get his point across or merely to enjoy the taste of her blood and pain – she wasn’t sure which it really was anymore. It didn’t matter. Kagome was always quickly healed and ready for more.

When he tied her hands above her taunt body and stretched her out before him, she tested the grip of the rock around the black device and found she was glad for her master’s great strength… the things he then did to her tested the ring’s steadfastness very thoroughly.

But the small lacquered box upon a small low table drew her eyes constantly, especially when she was alone, as she was right now. In a small bundle of dark coiled fur lay many Shikon fragments. The rapt priestess had been noticing over time that their number was steadily increasing. She knew not how or where he had come across them – time was elastic and malleable here without the sun. The thick phosphorescent glow of the algae-coated walls had become bright enough in her seclusion to live by without running into stalagmites and columns within the large underground space she sometimes was allowed to explore. But the increasing number of jewel shards made her skin crawl. When one showed up covered in very red, very human-looking blood, she found tears pricking her wide black eyes and hid her face from her master when he glanced over at her during one of his long meditations. The girl knew he felt the sadness in her mind and the tiny evil smile he graced her with before returning to his heavy thoughts was as hard as a slap to her face.

Stretching over to the forbidden cache of evilly glowing shards, Kagome hesitated, afraid of the consequences of her actions for just a moment and then slowly reached in, picking up a small pink bit in a trembling hand.

“Priestess – how many times must you be told not to touch that which does not belong to you?” a deep, annoyed voice dripped along her tattooed back.

Kagome drew a shocked breath and dropped the shard onto the damp rock.

Slowly turning her guilty, frightened face back towards her stealthy captor, the little priestess barely noticed the bright white mass of a silk bundle in Naraku’s grasp or that he had again found clothing to cover his perfect form – she only noticed the tight grind of his fangs as he clenched his jaws in aggravation. The mischievous glint in his flashing red eyes promised her nothing but pain.

Throwing his new treasures against the rocks, Naraku slowly divested himself of the deep indigo haori he wore, and sat regally upon their large bed. Curling a claw-tipped finger in undeniable command, he bid his bad little girl come to him for her delicious punishment.

“Come here to me, miko – now.”

Kagome didn’t like the giggling look in his swirling eyes – his eyes were laughing at her and that could mean nothing good. She had a very bad feeling about what he had in mind for her. Unable to resist, however, Kagome slowly crawled over, as full of contrition as she could make herself appear, however unfelt it might really be.

“Lay across my lap, girl and bring my hand to your throat.” He leered at her, daring her to resist.

“Master… I…”

“It wasn’t a request and you will have nothing to say about it, will you? You really enjoy having that hot little tongue in your mouth, don’t you? I know I enjoy the feel of it, but I’m sure I would enjoy the taste of it as well, bitch.” He smiled, a mouth full of sharp hungry teeth was all the muscle needed to back up his threat.

She shut her mouth with a click of teeth and did as she was told.

Naraku loved her supple weight as she lay across him in quietly shaking panic. The smallest hesitation passed and he felt her small hand grasp his own, bringing it to her soft throat. He loved the most vulnerable flesh just under her jaw and running his claws across it a few times he held her head out straight with his demonic strength. Running his other hand’s sharp claws across the clotted-blood purple of his skin-deep, soul-deep mark, the Spider delighted in the tiny twitches the miko made in his tight grasp; she couldn’t move her ebony head if she tried for a thousand years and they both knew it. He drew his fingers down the curve of her thin back, leaving gooseflesh in his wake. Once he reached the soft pale globes of he ass, Naraku’s dark heart skipped up a notch; he couldn’t wait to read the stinging red roses he’d make bloom on that tender skin!

She could feel her master’s drifting, scraping touch along her stretched body – it would have tickled except that she was so very nervous! She could feel his excitement running like a current just below his marble skin and Kagome knew whatever promise was waiting on the other side of his intent would make her scream and scream.

But she was shocked and appalled when the first hard spank came down. Each blow that landed sent streaks of painful fire and humiliation straight to her soul. Every time she twisted her hips in an effort to escape the hard hand that was beating her so well, it found her. She quickly grew to hate the rush of air that hit her welted flesh just before Naraku’s hand hit her ass and the thick tears running down her red face made her even angrier. Somehow, the utter childlike powerlessness of this act of discipline brought forth indignant fire she never knew she contained! Writhing in pain and frustration upon her master’s hard lap, Kagome seethed for vengeance.

He could feel the hate rising in her soul and its black siren-song drove him to spank his wicked little slave harder, faster. What would she do when he finally gave her a chance to vent her fury? Would she sublimate her indignant rage in pitiful broken weeping or would she rise up against him in violent fury? He hoped for the fury; she was coming along so nicely! Her hot, reddened butt-cheeks were so very good, and the Dark One absolutely loved the way her tightly drawn belly brushed the straining hard-on she was giving him with her beautiful struggles. Almost…just a few more and he’d let go of her captured throat and watch the show.

Suddenly, Kagome felt his hand drop from her strained throat – she could finally escape this horrible torment, she would show the wicked fucker how it felt!

Scrambling off her master’s lap, the tear-streaked, red-assed priestess reared back and backhanded her master’s perfect smiling face with an archer’s powerful strike. The dark recoil of his slow laughter confused Kagome and enraged her further – how dare he laugh at her righteous fury! Blinded by red rage, she began to punch, slap and scratch her laughing tormenter without thought for the possible lethal consequences of her actions.

Naraku was surprised; he was pretty sure she’d broken his nose. The deep bloom of pain spread through his excited mind just as the deep red bloom of his thickly poisonous blood bloomed down his pale face and chest. She was screaming in wordless rage as her hands flailed about him, obviously trying to pay him back in kind for the humiliation he’d imposed upon his lovely little bitch. Kagome’s unseeing eyes raked over his wounded face, managed a very good left hook to his squinting red eye and knocked him flat on his back. Naraku did not resist her in her fury – he encouraged it, he wanted the hatred in her heart to take root and flourish. She was so very spoiled and beautiful!

She’d managed to rip out a handful of his long, twisting hair and it distracted her for the smallest of moments when the living strands coiled up her arm in dark desire. As she was trying to shake off his morbid minions, the Spider lunged up and flipped her underneath him in the blink of an eye. Looming over her retreating fury, his panting hot breath sprayed the tiniest drops of his poisonous blood across the miko’s white face. The tiny sizzles across her flesh stung like iodine in a wound and served to drain her remaining blind fury away. Kagome finally saw that damage she had wrought to her dark lover; though he had healed the fractures she’d been able to inflict, the slow ooze of his blood down his twisted, smiling mouth, his chin, his long neck and spattered chest was simultaneously disgusting and devastating.

She knew she should be mortified at the pain and suffering she had just unleashed upon this creature, but the adrenalized power she felt at the raw and oh-so-deserved treatment she’d dealt out to her tormentor was like his fingers in her pussy, his fangs in her neck – only better. So much better!