The Childbitch

© Salome Wilde, 2008

Author’s Note: Read this note before you read the fic, please. This story was written, with pleasure, for a SessRin challenge issued by the incomparable perv talonsage (read her stuff here and genuflect at it). She established multiple criteria for me to meet, the biggest of which were “loli” and “non-con” prompts. Hence, Rin is depicted as pre-pubescent in this story--though she is portrayed herein by an actress who signed a legal document identifying her as 23 years old. *guilty grin* In short: do NOT read this fic if you don’t like the subject matter. It’s nasty.

Also: If you like the loli and don't mind it a little sweeter and more superficially consensual, you might want to pop into the AU shouta CLAIMING KIN, that I'm co-writing with talonsage (posted under my name on this site). Much shouta, but soon little Inuyasha (Kin) will be getting a slavegirl of his own to play with, who just happens to be named Rin...and of course big brother Sesshoumaru (Onii) will want to guide the pleasure...

The Childbitch
for talonsage

Yes, there were other ways to deal with the situation. Kill her, for one. Simply stop saving her worthless life, for another. Abandon or banish her. Find a family to take her in. By contrast, giving her to his brother, that ridiculous miko, and their pathetic coterie was not an option he was willing to consider. She would be too close, too available then. And he did not trust himself not to reclaim her. The childbitch. How her small life cursed him. The plain truth was this: he could not release her, could not kill her, and could not live another day with her insufferable innocence beneath his sensitive daiyokai nose. Her frolicking excess, her noisy girlish chatter, her childish curiosity, her taking his protection entirely as her due. It must stop. So, this day, that innocence would be taken care of, for once and for all.

Because he would tolerate no interference and wanted no complications to the pleasure this experience could offer him, Jaken was sent on an errand. The kind of pointless, fruitless errand on which it pleased him to send the cloying vassal. Listening to their bickering and bantering had driven the inuyokai to the brink of madness. But Jaken was occasionally useful and generally harmless. He had no power to arouse, and when he infuriated his Lord, he could be so satisfyingly punched, kicked, or stepped upon that the habit had become almost agreeable.

Now it was he and the childbitch, alone in the woods. She was still asleep, but it was time for her new day to begin. “Rin,” Sesshomaru called, with characteristic impassivity.

The childbitch’s eyes fluttered open and she brought her tiny fists to rub the sleep from them. The sight disgusted Sesshomaru, even as it drew him. That sweet rotting allure: he would discover and purge it today. “Come, Rin,” he beckoned, walking to the foot of a massive oak and seating himself beneath its lustrous, spreading branches. Rin rose, and skipped behind him. If there was anything more galling than her incessant grin, it was that ludicrous hop-run. Sesshomaru contented his racing pulse with the knowledge that soon she would no longer smile, nor would she likely be able to walk, let alone skip.

As she neared, the prattle began. “Where is Jaken, Sesshomaru-sama? Will he go fishing with me today? And will you stay and play with us, Sesshomaru-sama? Rin knows how to throw stones in the water and make them bounce and bounce, Sesshomaru-sama…”

“Rin,” Sesshomaru commanded, and the childbitch was silent. He felt his cock twitch at her obedience, and that damned innocence that poured from her and hit him in maddening waves. Let it begin. “Remove your kimono.”

Rin cocked her head to the side, and he watched the small bunch of hair badly tied atop her head flop. How long had he wanted to take her by that bunch and drag her by it, force her small red mouth down on his cock until she gagged. Yes. There would be time for such things, for all things. He wished to enjoy every moment, rushing nothing. Her ruin at his hands, at his whim, would be absolute.

Rin shrugged and began to undress with a casual trust that incensed him, for he knew he had unintentionally inspired and nurtured that trust for many months. Yet, his self-recrimination began to lift as he saw her naked, child’s body in the dappled sunlight beneath the tree. A gentle breeze blew across her pale, flat chest and made her tiny pink nipples harden. “Come to Us,” he said flatly.

She stepped forward, in her childish, flatfooted manner, but he noticed only those pink tips, tightened and miniscule, before his expressionless golden eyes. He reached out his hand and pulled her to him, bringing his lips to suck on the unripe flesh. Rin giggled as he sucked, drawing on them softly and then more roughly. Her laughter stopped with a gasp as he grazed her with his teeth, and his satisfaction grew in the silence. Yes, he thought, bringing his fangs to gnaw gently at first one nipple and then its twin, she begins to shed her innocence—and soon she will understand so very much more. “Sesshomaru-sama,” the childbitch gasped, unable to truly comprehend what was happening and in no way having lost her trust or faith in her Lord.

He raised his mouth and looked into her eyes. Confusion was foremost there. Good. “Part your legs, Rin,” he commanded.

“Sesshomaru-sama?” questioned the childbitch, blankly. She did not know what he meant.

“Stand with your legs apart,” he explained.

She did so. And with a swiftness for which she was rewardingly unprepared, he brought his hand between her thighs and let a finger begin to search. He carefully parted her lips. Her mouth made a tiny “o,” but she did not speak or question further. Perhaps, he began to consider, there were rewards in his foolish willingness to protect the child so long. He felt the soft warmth of her flesh, its hairless perfection. She had lived—and died—through much, yet she was so surprisingly…untainted. She should not have had an adult’s power to draw him sexually, yet she did. (One more unwitting crime for which she would nonetheless pay.) He stroked the plump little folds languidly, back and forth, reached to toy with her tiny clit and watched her jump. He held her gaze as he manipulated and aroused her. Her eyes did not move from his, nor, he was certain, could they have. His mesmerized little girl, his human plaything, his most cherished and most loathed possession.

He seethed with the need to hurt her, and scratched at her clit lightly with his claw. She sucked in her breath. She could sense the edges of danger, he knew, but she would not resist. Not yet, anyway. Though his finger was slender, it was still ample enough to fill her pre-pubescent hole. His hole, for all of her was his. Tight, warm, and not slickened by the moisture she would produce if she were aroused. No, the childbitch tolerated but did not enjoy this. He marveled that she lacked even the lust of normal village girls at this age because he had so isolated her from others who might amuse her, teach her, tease her, lure her—until she would grow into a ripe maturity and give herself to some foolish boy and a meaningless life of human banality. He had rescued her from that, unworthy as she was. And he would teach her everything now. He forced his finger deep inside her and began to reach her secrets. He stroked and probed, resisting easily the tightness and dryness that sought to expel him. He watched as tears began to form in her wide, brown eyes.

The sight led him to fuck her in earnest with his finger, first one then two. He was careful of his claws, for he sought now to let her reach through the pain for pleasure. He was curious to see if she would, if she could become aroused. He brought his face forward as he did so, and caught the trail of her tears in long swipes of his cool tongue. She did not rouse. And he did not like it. He withdrew his finger roughly, and she winced. And not at the loss. “Rin, across Our legs, stretch your body out upon Ours.”

“Yes, Sesshomaru-sama,” she nodded, obeying instantly.

So resistant to his use yet so obedient to his commands. What went on in her childbitch mind? He wished he could see inside her weak soul. Perhaps that would stimulate him, for her passivity was merely a continued irritant. Very well. He would make her react. Once she was settled across his lap, face down, he used words to aid his cause. “You have displeased Us.” She was silent, tense. “Tell me, Rin, how are disobedient children punished?”

Rin shivered. “Th-they are spanked, Sesshomaru-sama,” Rin murmured. “Will you spank Rin, Sesshomaru-sama?” Foolish girl, she was more shocked at this idea than at his fingers in her cunt. Again, his fault, for he had never punished her.

Now, instead of replying, Sesshomaru raised his arm with fluid speed and brought his hand down, hard, on her deliciously petite rump. She cried out. He was pleased. He spanked her again. And again. She screamed, she flinched, she wriggled. And he could feel her body pressing against his cock as she did so. The movement inspired him, and he continued, with increasing speed and harshness, raining down open-handed blows until her small round cheeks were red, hot, welted, and decorated with traces of overlapping handprints that he admired even as he obliterated them by magnifying their number.

“Please, Sesshomaru-sama,” she finally wailed, overwhelmed.

And he knew it was time for more…and better. “Now turn over, Rin, onto your back.”

She continued to cry, sniffling and weeping freely. She struggled to obey, showed signs of resistance borne of exhaustion. He assisted her.

“Part your legs again, Rin,” he demanded, and he caught the desire to hesitate in her eyes, more powerful than the exhaustion. He relished this. “Now,” he ordered, and she spread. Though he had not intended to, he could not resist dipping his finger inside her once again, and felt the traces of wetness. It was so tight. Gripped him hard. The childbitch cunt would strangle his cock.

Sliding his finger out once more, he listened to her small gasp. Then, he raised his arm and brought his hand down to spank her there, with equal viciousness to that he had given her more resilient backside. She shrieked at the first strike. He had never heard such a sound come from her. It stirred him, made his cock throb. He gave five more quick, hard, stinging slaps to the soft flesh in quick succession as he watched the pain flash through her familiar features. Her body jerked and jumped. He paused, let her catch her breath. Her tight-shut eyes opened, full of more tears. With yokai swiftness, he again spanked her little cunt and watched her flail and yelp. She bawled loudly. Then, when she could take no more, her cries became a word, and the word was “No!”

How quickly his childbitch was learning, growing. She had never said “no” to him. Never had need to do so. That she might beg his name, he was prepared for. That she would cry, he understood. That her young body would find it impossible to withstand his abuse, he expected. But he had barely begun. And already she was asserting herself. Good. Now more.

Images came to him of tying her with harsh rope that would cut into her wrists and spread her wide for him. Or he could hang her aloft and whip her. Would that please him? No. She would feel punished and be forced to surrender but fail to take the voyage, fail to be truly educated, fail to truly yield her innocence. She would protect herself by submitting, as she always did. That would not do.

He reached for Tenseiga on the ground beside them. He held the sheathed weapon before her face. “Open your mouth, Rin.” He leaned forward to watch the tiny rosebud open. The hilt stretched her as he forced it in, stroked her mouth with it. He would love thrusting his cock into that small wet warmth later perhaps. For now, his purpose was to continue to make her pliant, keep her from the comfort of the known, the expected. When he removed it, she shuddered. Oh yes, she knew he was going to shove it into her cunt. Rend her, take her innocence with the same implement that brought her new life. So, he did not. Putting the hated sword down, he bid her to rise.

He admired the deep blush across her cunt, the redness of her mouth. Marking her alabaster body gave him pleasure. “Do you ache, Rin?”

“Sesshomaru-sama punished Rin,” she said, a self-pitying, confused little pout forming. She went on: “Rin hurts, Sesshomaru-sama.”

She looked up into his eyes as she spoke, and Sesshomaru could see, so clearly, that she still worshiped him. He would toy with that awhile. “Shall We comfort you, Rin?” he asked. Such words with such a lack of emotion behind them would have horrified any other youngster but this childbitch.

“Comfort me, Sesshomaru-sama?” she queried.

The concept was unknown to her, especially between them. He had protected her, but his “comfort” was, at best, cold, passive, and, more honestly, imaginary. Let them explore anew. “Do you remember how your mother comforted you when you were very small, Rin?”

“She held me, Sesshomaru-sama. In her lap.” She smiled a fragile smile.

“And she fed you from her body.”

Rin scrunched up her face in concentration. The look annoyed him as much as her smile. The sobbing was so much better. But patience, he guided himself, the tears would soon flow again.

“Yes, Sesshomaru-sama,” she said, now smiling, too, as she reached her hands behind her to rub her burning behind. How her ass and her cunt must pain her. Still, she did not speak of it. How he would strip that child-bravery away, layer by layer.

He reached forward and pinched her nipple. “It gave your mother pleasure to feed you, Rin. Feel Our touch now, Rin. We are not your mother.” She squirmed as he rolled the tiny bud tightly between forefinger and thumb.

“No, Sesshomaru-sama,” she said, trying to show her agreement, her understanding.

He leaned forward and sucked again. She was so miniscule, so insignificant, yet her flesh tasted of life—a life he had returned to her in foolish curiosity and haste. No, he was not her mother. Not her father either. He unleashed his fangs and bit. Rin cried out and threw her arms around him, for ironic, impossible protection. He violated her, yet she clung to him. Her panic thrilled him.

He held her there, immobilized by the grip of yokai teeth, for long moments. He waited until her frozen body began to shake, and then he released her. There was no blood. He knew just how deep to sink into her pale flesh before it would tear. The pain was the important part. “That, Rin, is the comfort you deserve. Does it please you that We offer you such reward?”

Rin still shook, the fear was growing. “Y-yes, Sesshomaru-sama,” she whimpered.

He would change approach yet again. It was time for some pleasure for his own body. He opened his robes, exposing his chest. “Now comfort Us, Rin. Give Us your mouth.”

She nodded and obeyed in a daze. Sesshomaru was keeping her unsure of the rules, leaving her body burning with unfamiliar pain and her heart pounding. She parted her small lips as he looked down at her and guided her to his chest. She took the nipple in her mouth and he basked in the warm softness of it as she suckled for a moment, then bit down. He winced as his cock jumped. Oh yes, the childbitch learned quickly. Her small even teeth offered sensations more subtle and exquisite than he would have guessed. “Good, Rin, comfort Us with your mouth while We attain from you a deeper comfort…that males require.”

She sucked and nibbled and bit as if her life depended on it, and perhaps she was wiser in that than he gave her credit for. His hand reached beneath her to unsheathe his cock. Gently rolling back his foreskin, he pressed the swollen head between her slender legs and parted the delicate peach-soft folds. He stroked himself against her, relishing the softness that only so young a body held. The child did not stop her suckling, and he enjoyed the reward when he felt her begin, ever so slightly, to move. Whether she was growing aroused or attempting to dissuade him from penetrating her, he did not care. He released his cock from his hand and grabbed her by the hip. “Yes, Rin, comfort your Lord.” She moved her mouth to his other nipple, and he felt the flood of sensations afresh there. Slowly, he began to thrust, pushing up just enough to experience the absolute impossibility of entrance. Impossible until his determination outshone her physical wellbeing, of course. His pre-cum made her cunt so slick. It was nearly time to rend her. But he needed to take her deeper her first.

“You will comfort Us in another way, Rin,” he said, removing her from his lap and feeling the sharp snap of her teeth as she was suddenly released from his nipple. It was good he liked such pain, for the desire to slap her baby-cheeked face welled within him. But why should he deny it, now? He stood her before him and struck her face. Just once. With little force but ample sting. She grasped her face in her hands and blushed hotly. Shamed.

While she was occupied in a futile attempt to make sense of what had just happened to her, Sesshomaru swiftly disrobed. Neatly folding and piling his clothing, obi, weapons, and slippers in a tidy stack (as he always did), he turned to find Rin still holding her cheek. He placed himself on his hands and knees before her, shocking her out of one kind of embarrassment and into another. His lush mokomoko swirled over his slender back and trailed down a thigh, spilling onto the soft earth between them. Such beauty was entirely lost on the childbitch, yet another thing for which he resented the fresh-smelling brat.

He had to hold himself up on his single arm, so she would have to do some real work now. “Rin, use your hands to part Our hindquarters.”

He could guess her head was now cocked to the side again, and he could only be glad he did not to have to look at it. He felt her small hands on his ass and a small shudder went through his body. It did not sit well with him. She touched him so tenderly, so innocently, even as she spread his cheeks and waited. “Now bring your mouth to the opening and use your tongue to clean Us.” That she did not hesitate a moment was to her credit, as was the pleasure he could not deny at the touch of her warm, wet tongue on what was secretly one of his favorite body parts.

She labored diligently, lapping again and again at small opening. He pressed back into her, and she did not shy from his advance. Damned if she was not truly trying to please him, and double damned if he did not relish the touch. Long moments passed in this pursuit. In a quiet voice, unfamiliar to his own ears, he bid her enter: “Press your tongue inside Us, Rin.” And she did so. If he moaned at the sweet warmth of the childbitch’s small, pink tongue probing into that tight dank cavity, neither he nor she would ever speak of it.

Soon, though, he felt a trail of cool air across his cock as it strained before him, and decided it was time to give it some attention. “That is enough, Rin.” Sesshomaru rose, cock in hand, stroking its thick, solid length before her rapt gaze. She looked less afraid, more serious, as though she were trying to learn the rules to a very new game. Was it the slap that had made the change? Did she find pleasure in serving him with her mouth? Her adaptability had always been her saving grace. “Taste Us here, too, Rin,” he beckoned.

She stepped forward, still staring as he slid his foreskin up and down his shaft. She put her small hand upon his and bent forward to lick the head with that agile child’s tongue. He pumped himself as she licked like an obedient little pet, and he was astonished to find himself quite aroused and speaking before he fully knew what he would say. “Rin, you are too small for Us to enter you as We wish now, but We will share Our bounty with you, nonetheless.”

She paused from licking, her hand still lightly upon his as he pumped his cock. “Thank you, Sesshomaru-sama,” she said with look of intentness he had never seen in her eyes before. “May Rin taste Sesshomaru-sama some more?”

He liked this enthusiasm; he would not deny it. New thoughts were forming in his mind, unconsidered ideas, unimagined designs. “Soon, Rin, We will give you something new to taste,” he said patiently, enjoying the familiar feel of his hand with her attention given to it. “But now We wish you to begin to prepare for Our entry. Put your hand between your legs, Rin, and press as many fingers as you can inside yourself, where Our Precious Beast rubbed before.”

“Precious Beast, Sesshomaru-sama?” she pronounced carefully.

“This is Our Precious Beast,” he said, holding it out and indicating with a gesture of his head.

“Ahh,” she said, nodding, showing a simple, gratifying acceptance. Then she slipped her hand between her legs and, screwing up her face in concentration, struggled to achieve the goal her Lord had set for her.

“Move your fingers in and out, Rin,” he advised.

“Yes, Sesshomaru-sama.” She bit her lip and worked at it, eyes still glued to Sesshomaru’s cock.

He watched her, rubbing himself languidly now. “Do you like Our Precious Beast, Rin?” Suddenly, he actually wanted an answer to the question.

“Rin likes all of Sesshomaru-sama,” she smiled, wriggling her fingers into herself again. And her smile was only mildly offensive, he conceded. It vanished for a moment, however, and was replaced by a tiny pout. “Except for Sesshomaru-sama’s Mean-Hand…that spanks her bottomparts and slaps her naughty face.” She brightened again swiftly, moving her fingers as ordered without reacting to them. “But Rin will comfort Sesshomaru-sama and then his Sweet-Hand will come back and she will help him with his Precious Beast.”

As he listened to the logic to which the Childbitch subscribed as he watched her, so impassive, fingering her little cunt, he knew the future was far brighter than he had allowed himself to think just moments ago. He would keep her, ply her, train her, use her. Each new day would bring new possibilities, and soon she would grow enough for him to take her fully. Why dispose of one so amenable to his comforts, after all? But enough of thoughts, he conceded, feeling the Beast’s need for release. He caressed himself well and roughly, and spoke: “Open your mouth, now; We have a reward for Our Rin.”

As his liquid pleasure poured forth in a milky stream onto the Childbitch’s upturned face, Sesshomaru basked in the moment’s satisfaction as it heralded a salacious future. And when she poked out her small pink tongue to taste his creamy treasure, he could almost have grinned.