Punishment by Dragon

© Salome Wilde, 2008

Author’s Warning: This is NOT like my other stories. Written to prove to a fellow fanfiction writer than I can do sadism. I don’t think this was what she had in mind, however. PLEASE don’t read this if you are looking for my usual romance, humor, or smut. It's nasty.

Punishment by Dragon

Realigning his robes (for he never removed them when taking Rin), Sesshomaru looked down upon her disheveled form with the combination of disgust and lust that had come to characterize their relationship so fully since her body had betrayed her by coming into adulthood long before her mind. He admired his seed, splashed across her belly and small breasts. He admired the trail of blood on her thigh from his claws. There were so many ways to mark her, though the best was through her mind. “Why did you cry out, Rin?” he asked, his voice deep and beautiful, betraying not a hint of emotion.

Rin cowered. “Because it hurt, Sesshomaru-sama,” she said, knowing both that she must be honest and that she would be punished for her honesty. She did not remember when she had cried out; in truth, she could not say whether she had or not. Sesshomaru’s lust was always a vicious assault, and no matter how hard she tried, she could never be fully prepared for it. As he frequently reminded her, she was weak, and it was the job of the strong to toughen the weak, or destroy them in the attempt.

Sesshomaru’s reply was equally terse: “Why should I be burdened by awareness of your pain, Rin?”

“You should not, Sesshomaru-sama.” Despite the throbbing of the small wounds he had left from her ankles (as he held them high to plunge more deeply into her) to her mouth (where his kisses gave more fang than tongue) and the deep ache at her core from his harsh and thorough use of both orifices, Rin turned onto her knees and bowed her head. There was nowhere else on earth she would rather be than on her knees before her Lord and Master, even though his vicious pleasures left her in pain for days and his punishments would no doubt, one day, end her life.

“Perhaps you have forgotten my promise to you the last time you disobeyed my command for silence.”

“Please forgive me, Sesshomaru-sama,” Rin begged. As with honesty, Lord Sesshomaru also demanded that she beg forgiveness rather than ever attempting to explain her failures or transgressions. She knew she should sound even more contrite, but she was in so much pain and was so exhausted. If he would only let her rest, she would do better.

“Was that intended to convince, Rin, or does remaining in my care mean nothing to you?”

Now the ache truly began. The terror made her heart race, and fatigue was replaced with a temporary rush of energy—and unendurable wretchedness. “Please, Sesshomaru-sama,” she wept, tears flowing freely at the implication of ingratitude. She would die without her Master. There was no life beyond the reach of Sesshomaru’s grip, the cast of his shadow. “Let me prove myself to you, Master, please. Punish me however you wish, but do not think my worship is less than sincere and true. My life is yours, Sesshomaru-sama. I am the ground beneath your feet.” She pressed her face to the cool earth and let her tears seep into it.

Sesshomaru paused, looking down at the human he had molded so easily into this pathetic slave. She had little to commend her, though her body responded to his demands like no one else’s. As he contemplated what he knew he must do next, his mind shifted to consideration of Rin’s role in his life. He both loathed and cherished Tenseiga for the way it had made her his. During her childhood, he struggled with unwanted responsibility for her life but lived up to what Tenseiga seemed to demand of him. Since her scent had changed, he could not rid himself of his need to ravage and ruin her…and keep her close. He growled, detesting her dependence and adoration, unable to escape from it. If only she would loathe him, reject the dreadful bond between them. Perhaps then they could both choose other paths.

“Lie on your back between those trees, Rin,” he commanded, pointing behind her. She obeyed swiftly and silently for once and remained passive as he took rope he had brought for the purpose and bound her hands over her head to one tree while he spread her legs and tied each ankle to another. The distance between the trees stretched her wide, but perhaps not as painfully so as he would have liked. He heard the sob catch in her throat as he turned and walked away.

Today was the day he would break her and free them both. Having used her long and mercilessly, he would not allow her respite. Today he would betray her trust in a way he should have done long ago. He pushed aside the question of why he had waited this long as well as the lingering doubt of its wisdom and efficacy. He despised that doubt as inexcusable weakness even as he longed to blame it on Tenseiga. His father had given him the accursed sword. Using it to revive the human girl now threatened to make him as feeble as his sire. But no, he did not love her and he would not give his seed to her womb, ever. He spilled it down her throat, on her back or belly, or within her bowels. There would be no hanyo offspring for the pureblood yokai son of the Great Dog Demon. Past mistakes would not be repeated.

It was time. With Jaken off seeking supplies in the neighboring village, he need have no concern for the meddling supplicant’s affection for Rin’s suffering. Though their years together had begun in competition, they had grown to a sibling-like fondness that Sesshomaru found sickening yet useful. Jaken tended Rin’s wounds—both physical and mental—leaving Sesshomaru free of responsibility.

He walked over to the dragon Rin still foolishly called “Ah-un” and stroked the beast’s necks, first one and then the other. Such a silent, submissive creature. But that was only because Sesshomaru had made him so. Carefully, he removed the magical muzzles over his dual snouts. The transformation was instantaneous. The servile beast tipped back its heads and roared, shaking the earth with its power. His fangs grew in both mouths, his snaked tongues lashed out to taste the air, and he salivated thickly. Control over his rage was now slender. Only Sesshomaru released the dragon yokai this way, and he had not done so in as long as Rin had been with them. She did not know her cherished “pet” at all. “Come, my beast,” Sesshomaru said in a hypnotically soft voice. “Let us satisfy your appetite.”

With the dragon following close behind and panting with need, Sesshomaru returned to Rin. The girl was either asleep or unconscious. It did not matter. He woke her with a voice devoid of emotion: “Wake, Rin. I have need of your body again.”

Rin’s eyelids fluttered and she looked up at her Lord, dazed. “I am yours, Master,” she murmured.

“It is not me you will satisfy, Rin.”

Rin furrowed her brow. She did not understand.

“Can you not smell him? Hear his panting?” Sesshomaru encouraged his hungry dragon forward. “Surely you recognize Ah-un.”

Rin’s young mind wrestled with the vision of the silent beast on whose back she had so often ridden. Obedient and ever gentle, Ah-un was the one being in the world whose temper never varied, whose trust was absolute. This great-jawed monster could not be Ah-un! Even with his muzzles removed this way, he should not look so fierce. His eyes blazed red, like the demon she knew he was but had never shown her. She twisted in her bonds, but she could not move an inch. Though there were few violations he had not put her body through, they had all and always been at his hands. This was something new, and terrible. She loved Ah-un. But she also loved Lord Sesshomaru. Taking a deep breath, she vowed to surrender. She would not cry, and she would not escape even if she could. Her fate was in Sesshomaru’s hands. Even if he planned to give her over to the beast that Ah-un had become. She would prove herself worthy this day, no matter what he had planned for her.

She breathed in the scent of Sesshomaru—a cool, ghostly musk so in keeping with his beauty and so at odds with his dark heart. She could smell his breath as he spoke—surprisingly sweet and mild, a familiar narcotic. She wanted to feel his iced-silver hair brush her face as his lips crushed against hers then pried, forcing her mouth open to receive his probing tongue and sharp fangs. Oh, but she craved him with a desire that was worse than madness.

And now this. She closed her eyes and listened to the panting of the two-headed dragon as he brought it nearer. She felt hot breath wash over her face and body from two sides. Two muzzles, sniffing and hungering for meat. Her meat. How would she withstand this assault? Heaven help her if two heads meant two cocks. The giant beast would tear her asunder.

There was no time to think more; Ah-un was upon her. She heard Sesshomaru’s low, mocking laugh as rough curled nails scraped and dug into her. Strands of wetness splashed onto her chest, throat, and cheek: drool! The muzzles meant she had never seen Ah-un slobber, and he had never pawed this way. And now she was bound and pinned by an enormous dragon whose two heads would devour her in seconds. A wave of revulsion passed through her and she fought panic. But nausea was quickly swept away by the stunning reality of a muzzle shoved between her legs. A long, slender tongue began to rasp at her clit while rubbery nostrils probed her entrance. So Ah-un was not going to kill her but…mate with her? The stimulation of her genitals drew her arousal despite the horror of soon being rent asunder by a shaft never meant to enter a human body.

A scuffle occurred above her. She opened her eyes but could not see clearly. It seemed to be a fight between the beast’s heads, one pushing the other away to lick and nuzzle at her aggressively while the other lapped at her throat. Gods, but Ah-un was huge. One lap of one of its tongues wetted her from breastbone to chin; another, simultaneously, from anus to navel. The sensations made her shudder. To her dismay, even the panting was beginning to arouse her. Sesshomaru made a sound of disgust. “Beast, do not play with her. Relieve your need before I withdraw the offer.”

Rin winced, burned inside. Sesshomaru wanted Ah-un to hurt her. Demanded it. How had she become so worthless to him? When had he lost all feeling for her—or had he simply never had any?

She tried to calm herself, and it helped that Ah-un had raised his heads and stopped tasting her. She felt the movement of his huge feet around her. He kept his body from crushing her and soon began to rock, his haunches moving back and forth, building a rhythm. The dragon was pumping into the air as it approached, humping harder as it crouched nearer, ready to penetrate. Oh, but this was no beloved pet. This was a monster, ten times her size and with a shaft likely many times that of the mightily endowed Lord Sesshomaru. She’d be pierced by a beast that had been kept muzzled and somehow controlled for at least the four years she had been with Sesshomaru. No doubt her cruel Master had kept it starved for release.

And then she felt it: the enormous blunt phallus of Ah-un, probing, nudging, blindly stabbing at her. Over and over it prodded, jabbing at her to open her wide, slick and wet, smooth-headed and determined to enter a space far too small for its size. A final blind thrust and she was rent, pried open and filled nearly beyond endurance. The beast pumped away, ignoring her muffled screams and desperate, futile attempts to pull away. After a time, she gave up her protests, trying hard to catch her breath and just withstand it all. Slobber trickled down onto her head and face, the doubled panting a roar in her ears; she turned her head to breathe.

She heard Lord Sesshomaru close beside her again. She felt his hand move to block the ever-growing cock from tearing her apart. She felt the edge of his thick fist press against her torn entrance with each stroke as she was plundered. She surrendered to the terrible pleasure, knowing her Master was there, controlling Ah-un’s powerful body, keeping him from further harming or even killing her with his massive, animal lust.

As she was taken, thoroughly and inescapably, with Sesshomaru controlling everything—just as he always did—Rin faced a truth: Ah-un at this moment was equally Lord Sesshomaru’s slave, a fellow supplicant, a sibling. As she moaned and cried out, panting along with the dragon that mounted, rode, and at last exploded over her, guided by Sesshomaru’s hand, she recognized more: Ah-un had a far better chance than she of finding contentment. There was a calm in Sesshomaru’s voice when he spoke to the dragon that he never used with her. She sensed a bond forged over decades, perhaps centuries, not the paltry few years she had lived with Sesshomaru and the scant months since she had become his sexual slave. As the dragon withdrew, she felt her eyes flooding with tears as she pitched over the precipice, awash in yokai fluids and shame.

Letting her body go slack, she watched Sesshomaru herd the dragon back to remuzzle it. A few moments later he returned, cutting the ropes that bound her, then hefting her unceremoniously over his shoulder and carrying her off. When they reached the nearby pond, he placed her within its cool shallows, and looked down at her as she let her body be soothed by the water. ::You are stronger than I knew, Rin,:: he mused. ::Perhaps you are not entirely worthless after all.::

-end-

Note: Well, you can tell it's my story because I had to tack on a not-unhappy ending. I hope I still pass the challenge and get hotness points from all you sadism and bestiality fans. Don’t flame me too much for using Ah-un. I had to.