Pain, hate, suffering

WARNING: NC-17 CHAPTER. ALL KINDS OF INSANE SHIT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.



Chapter 3





It had been close to two days since she had last been with Inuyasha and the others, since her kidnapping by that fox demon, and Kagome was beginning to feel the effects of her inprisonment upon her soul. Her physical body had been tortured and worn out by two days of being suspended in a standing position with her arms bound above her head by chains. Her shirt was ripped and shredded, and her shoulder was bandaged from where Naraku had torn into it with his teeth.



She had been fed and watered regulary by Kohaku, the one even slim beacon of light and hope within this miasma of darkness. But the lifelessness of his eyes reminded Kagome of who was in control of his mind and heart. The boy had just finished pouring water into her mouth, when he did something that she did not expect. Withdrawing the scythe from his side belt, he sliced through her restraints, letting her crumple to the ground. She looked up to her possible savior, the rays of hope once again beginning to shine into her eyes.



"Kohaku?" she asked feebly.



"Kohaku, go ahead and finish your other tasks." came the cold and creepy reply from behind the boy. The little kid nodded his head once, then turned around and exited the cell, leaving just her and Naraku within it's confines. Whatever hope Kagome may have suddenly had for rescue died out like a winter fire. She tried to press herself father back into the wall, trying to put as much distance between herself and her tormentor as possible.



Naraku turned his attention to the quivering miko and smiled like the predator that has cornered it's prey, feral teeth gleaming in his mouth.



"Ah, now we turn to the main course. My favorite little miko. So, tell me, are you ready to willingly become my servant?" asked Naraku in a cold and lifeless voice.



Kagome felt bile rising to her throat, and forced it down as she contemplated her reply. She didn't want to anger Naraku more than needed, but at the same time she was tiring of these games, and wouldn't particulary mind if she pissed him off to the point that he decided to end her misery, one way or the other. She decided to answer truthfully for the time being.



"I would never become your servant Naraku. I would rather die and go to hell a thousand times first." Naraku's grin grew wider, and Kagome felt a pang of fear course through her system as a chill ran down her spine. Anger, maybe, but more glee in response to her statement? That couldn't mean anything good.



"If that is what's needed, then I shall make it so, little miko. However, truth be told, I did not come here to take you willingly, so I thank your lack of obidience." responded the demon as he moved closer.



Then, the roots emerged from his feet as he began to transform. One root in particular as different from the others that he seemed to normally use to attack people with. It was round and blunt on the end rather than sharp and pointy. Kagome wondered why that was when the other roots suddenly shot up under her skirt and ripped her panties to shreds. Other roots tore off what remained of her shirt and bra, leaving her topsides exposed. Her skirt was the only remaining article of clothing that protected her skin.



The little miko gave out a gasp of suprise and dread as she realised what Naraku was after. But after what she had been thru the past couple of days, it was hard for her to muster her strength and rally her spiritual powers, but she was going to try anyways. She would be damned if she just did nothing while Naraku had his way with her body. By Kami, she may be going in for one rough ride, but she would go every inch of the way fighting with everything that she had.



The blunted root was now at her knees and was making it's way slowly up her legs and thighs, heading for her sensitive areas. Her hands and nails scraping on the concrete floor and walls of the dungeon cell, she tried to pull herself away from it, but the other roots tightened around her lower body, keeping her pinned in place.



As the root sneaked closer, Kagome began to cry, tears running down her face and pooling on the floor below. Images began to flash through her mind, and she tried to grasp onto them.



"Miroku.....Inuyasha......Sango......Shippou.....Kirara.....please....save me." Kagome wailed as the images of her friends flashed through her mind. The blunted root had now reached a point to where it was hovering just outside of her vagina, and just waited there, not yet entering her. Kagome focused her eyes for a second and looked up to Naraku, where he stood now with a frown in her direction.



'Could he be having second thoughts? Oh Kami, please, please, let him change his mind.' Kagome blinked away her tears and continued staring at him.



As if this was a cue for him to continue, Naraku turned his frown upside down into a smile. Kagome had but a second to brace herself before the blunted root entered her completley, tearing her hymen apart and filling her completley.



The effect, Oh Kami, the effect was unlike Kagome had ever felt before. One second there was nothing, nothing at all besides the roots clinging tightly to her and the emotions swirling around in her head, and the next, there were more emotions and pains and feelings that she never knew she even had. Pain and anguish radiated throughout her body, coming from her abdomen and points below. It felt like her body was being torn apart, and yet at the same time, there was a sense of pleasure to the whole thing, though it was extremley faint and diluted by the other feelings. And these were expressed in more ways than by emotions.



"AAAAAAAHHHHHH.....AAh.....aah.....*Huff*......gasp.....ooh....aah...." the volume and different sounds of her voice reacting to the foreign intrusion escaped Kagome's lips as she sought air. Naraku's grin grew even wider as he witnessed her reaction to being probed like this.



The roots reacted to his command, and shifted her to where she was suspended in mid-air, in an upright position, although her topside leaned backwards against the back wall of the cell. Kagome flailed about for a purchase of some kind, and her hands came into contact with the chains that had held her bound earlier. Latching onto the chains with her arms, she resolved to never let go, no matter how hard Naraku tried to pull her away, he would have to yank her arms out of their sockets in order to take her anywhere.



If it was even possible, the root entered her even farther, reaching up into her womb. Blood and mucus, accompanied by the very faint signs of pleasure and arousal, seeped out of her body and covered the roots that were binding her in place. A long tentacle seeped out of Naraku's body, and proceeded to wrap it's self around her chest, latching onto her breasts and nipples with it's suction cups, drawing out her milk and seeping away at the sweat pouring down her body, leaving her skin bruised and puckered.



With the slimy, warm and yucky things defiling her upper body, and the cold, hard wooden roots doing the same to her lower body, Kagome found herself in a quandry of a situation. She was barely self-aware now, and found this slipping away as she was overwhelmed by the bombardement upon her senses and emotions.



She was now being pulled by the tentacles and roots towards Naraku, but she held on for dear life to the chains, leaving her body stretched out over the dungeon floor. Unknown to her, Naraku was having a battle of his own, the battle to keep from his inner heat dominating his mind as the torture continued. At this point Naraku knew that he was going to have to let go, for he was losing control and if he did so now, the fate of the miko would be sealed.



With the grimace, he immediatley withdrew all of the roots, including the one stuck inside her body, as well as his tentacle. Suddenly free of the binding forces that were pulling on her, Kagome fell back into the wall as her hands still held onto the chains. Looking up through heavy eyelids, she saw Naraku looking sullen and even a little sad that was forced to abandon his fun in order to preserve her life. This was the last thing that she noticed as the darkness claimed her.



Naraku watched as the miko's body let go of the chains and crumpled to the floor of the cell in a heap. Licking his roots and tentacles dry, tasting her bodily juices and bloods, he turned away to make good his escape, for his heat was still threatening to overwhelm him. Letting something, anything distract him, he beckoned to Kohaku.



"Come boy, and tend to her. Clean her up, and give her water as needed." said Naraku in a strangled voice as he quickly fled the dungeon. Reaching his bed chambers a moment later, he pleasured himself as he reflected on what he had done, using his release to sate the need of his heat. Collapsing, tired, onto the bed, he thought about what he had done with a smile coming to his lips as his own darkness claimed him.



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Sesshomaru had been tracking the scent of the fox demon for sometime now, and was worried that he would never find it's source. He was considering simply giving up and going back to the mansion to check on Rin and Jaken when a dark cloud on the horizon caught his attention.



Soaring there in his orb, he arrived a moment later and came upon a large castle shrouded in darkness. He could still smell the scent of the fox demon, and it led directly from this place. Realising that this must be Naraku's castle, he withdrew Tokijin from it's sheath as he prepared for battle.