The Principle of Evil Made Flesh

Kagome did her best to match Naraku’s pace and his long stride, but she found herself drifting asleep on her feet as they traveled, to where – she had no idea, nor did she even care. The small slaps of her chains made a rhythm with her dragging feet and the sharp jingling of the collar’s heavy rings punctuated it perfectly. Kagome found herself transfixed by the dark hanyou in front of her, the tense perfection of his cold form, the raw puckered flesh in the center of his back; how she hated that brand and all it signified! How she hated the fiend whose skin bore that wicked mark! Unconsciously she awoke fully, growling in the back of her throat at the hate that surged deep within. Kagome tossed her head against the tension of Naraku’s steady and endless pace.

“Shut your mouth or I will shut it for you, miko!” Naraku hissed at her over his shoulder.

He could see the girl’s growing exhaustion and while he thrived on her pain, he knew she wouldn’t provide as much enjoyment sick or dead as she would alive… and squirming.
The last wellspring of her soul’s resistance was running quite dry but what remained appeared very concentrated, like the acid in his veins. If she persisted in being a pain in the ass, he’d have to knock her out and carry her the rest of the way to this night’s lair.
Either way, at this point, was fine with him. She needed the rest and he wanted time to think and plan.

Kagome’s body buzzed with irritated pleasure and biting her lip she decided she might be better off dead. Better dead on the cold ground than be the devil’s whore – she knew if he kept her, kept instructing her in vile pleasure she would lose herself to him utterly. Kagome knew once the chase was over, she would die any way. Steeling her resolve and confessing her sins to the gods, Kagome waited for the point in Naraku’s gait when he was the least balanced. She sadly thanked Miroku for pointing out an opponent’s balance points and their weaknesses – how she would miss him! As Naraku walked, Kagome moved quickly forward a few steps, planted her feet in a sword-wielder’s stance and grabbed her thick metal lead which she then pulled with as much strength as she could muster.

Two things happened so quickly that they took place to Kagome’s shocked eyes, in slow motion. The end of the chain hanging over Naraku’s bare shoulder cut deeply into his flesh like hot iron, the thick shouki-laced ichor bubbling out of the wound and running fast towards the earth. The chain in Kagome’s tightly clenched hands bit deeply into her tender flesh and lacerated her fingers so deeply that her reflexive attempt to drop the thing left it stuck in several places along her hands. Screaming bloody-murder, the wounded priestess shook her hands to rid herself of the razor sharp chain. When she looked up from her miserably sliced hands, Naraku was so close she could feel her eyes begin to burn and swell from the poison-dripping wound she had so stupidly inflicted. His face was a lurid mask of murderous fury and the last thing she remembered was at least she wouldn’t have to feel the excruciating pain of her lacerations for very much longer and shut her eyes tight, waiting for death.

Naraku wasn’t fazed by his injury in the least – pain was bliss to him, even his own. What infuriated him was that he had not anticipated the priestess’s canny attempt at rebellion! He had let his fucking guard down! Roaring in fury at both of them, he hauled back and backhanded the little bitch hard enough to knock her out cold, sprawled like an exotic statue in the damp grass. The blood-tinged print left on the side of her pretty face was delicious – he laughed bitterly at the thought the he, Naraku, truly wished the mutt InuYasha could see this little scene; the evil hanyou wanted to laugh in the boy’s tortured face.

Closing the deep gash in his shoulder took only moments and very little power and once that was done, Naraku scooped up his limp prey and tossed her over that shoulder to carry her for the rest of the journey.

He couldn’t resist kneading the satin flesh of her tight ass as he walked.


“Priestess, you will open your eyes, I know you aren’t asleep.”

Kagome cursed within her mind at Naraku’s acute demonic senses. Her hands began to throb madly and she was starving for both water and food, but sweet unconsciousness was like a warm thick blanket she wanted to stay wrapped up in until this nightmare was all over. Unfortunately, her cruel master had other plans.

Flickering light hit her swollen eyes and her head tried to ache as she sat up slowly. A fire’s warmth hit her enrobed body. Something that might have once been animal and alive lay in the coals of that fire, and Kagome’s stomach growled hungrily at the thought of food. Naraku’s hard face and burning crimson eyes loomed over her from an over hanging rock shelf he was perched upon. The casual and seductive way he sat, an arm resting languidly on one of his long bent legs, reminded her strangely of Sesshoumaru, whose mercy she found she would rather have been at right this moment. The Lord of the West would have simply killed her outright – he would not have tortured her… but if wishes were horses then beggars would ride.

The slick sheen of his black hakama clung to Naraku’s lower body in the best possible way and Kagome hated the sudden image of her wounded hands fumbling with silken ties and caressing what lay caged within that wickedly beautiful garment. She knew her face was transparent, or maybe it was her smell – but Naraku seemed to know exactly what had flitted across her mind in that moment of weakness and reaching a hand slowly down his hard, pale body he made a show of stroking himself a couple of times and licking his hungry lips. Immediately turning her blazing hot face away from such a strangely… tempting… scene, Kagome’s eyes instead fell upon her wounded hands.

Attempting to flex her fingers shot searing pain up her arms so fast it took her breath away in a moaning gasp. The newly made scabs burst in several spots and blood began to flow once again down her white wrists to the sandy floor of their canyon campsite. Not bothering to look at her pitiless captor, Kagome bemoaned her nearly-sure death by septic infection.

“Without my powers or my first-aid kit, I can’t heal these wounds and I know you don’t care if I live or die.” she sniffed sadly and continued. The Spider watched her tears with great interest.

“But I didn’t want to die this way, not by something as stupid as an infected wound! Why go through all this trouble if you’re just going to let me die like that? Wouldn’t that be a waste of your time and a blow to your pride – your enemy killed not by your wicked hand but by a stupid accident that I caused?” she finished in a small voice. Kagome knew she’d have no say in what her fate would be but at least she felt a tiny bit better voicing her fears.

“Only I will remove you from this life and you will never know the hour of your death or know what form it will take. If I heal your wounds you will think that I know mercy and compassion, but you would be so very mistaken, miko.” Naraku snarled form his perch. He dropped effortlessly from the rocks and landed nearly at her feet. Grabbing her wrists he pulled her hands into his face.

“I have such wonderful things to show you, little girl.” He whispered in a voice thick with desire and then lowered his dark head to her wounds, beginning to lick each one clean. He savored every last taste of her sweet virgin’s blood on his rough tongue and couldn’t help the wicked laugh that erupted from his lips at the oh-so-sweet way her pretty face was squeezed shut in pain and powerlessness.

Once her wounds were clean, he tore two strips from the hoari askew on her pale shoulders and bound his handiwork snugly. Noticing the red splattered flowers of blood along the tops of her breasts, her stomach and one hip, he pushed her down into the loose sand and tongued the sticky spots until her skin was once again flawless. Naraku smiled into his captive’s soft stomach when he felt her fingertips exploring his writhing hair – she was touching of her own volition and his cock twitched hungrily in response to the flame of desire that curled around his dark heart. He wanted to take her now, in her exquisite pain and submission but he wanted her absolutely without control when he did. He wanted her raw and wanton like the whore she was and he would soon have her exactly where he wanted her.

Lifting his head, Naraku pulled Kagome, now breathing hard and fast in the rising tide of seduction to sit up upon her knees. She didn’t see where it came from only that there was now a small vial in the Spider’s left hand and curious to it’s purpose, Kagome watched spellbound as Naraku unwound the compression dressings he’d put upon her hands and dripped the spicy-scented tincture onto her fresh wounds. She winced when the dark red liquid hit her flesh and bit her lip hard when her captor slowly massaged the elixir into her wounds and then rewrapped her hands in their nightmare colored silken gloves.

Looking up from his uncharacteristic gentleness, Naraku let a thin smile come to his lips. Kagome jumped in surprise when she felt a cold tentacle curl fast around her waist as another approached her face with something very familiar in its grasp. Naraku watched eagerly for awareness to dawn in Kagome’s big brown eyes and he was not disappointed. Pushing the papery pink blossom behind her small ear, he admired the way the hairy stalk contrasted with her smooth black hair. Naraku decided he needed another quick taste of his little slave and leaned slowly to her turned neck and nipped her with his needle sharp fangs.

Kagome had enjoyed botany classes in school and this flower which graced her ear was infamous. Papaver somniferum was grown, loved and tended reverently for its narcotic and mind-numbing effects and its latex was made into many things, one of which was a potent mind-altering tincture…oh gods! What had the monster just rubbed onto her hands?

“Do you not like the flower I have given you, beauty?” Naraku wicked voice lilted in her ear.

Kagome’s heart began to pound in fear – what would the drug make her do?

“I’m scared of it.”, she managed to squeak out.

“You should be.” He leered.