I was right about the hour, after about twenty minutes several others walked in and to my horror so did three other naked females, all humans. One of them fought like I had, one of them cried softly but I think the hardest one to watch was the one who showed no emotion at all. They were shackled to the wall like I was: one beside me and the other two on the wall opposite of us. The one who cried softly was beside me and her sobbing never stopped, it was painful to listen to it, it made me want to cry too, I wondered if these were all girls that Sesshoumaru had captured, oddly I didn't think so. After forty minutes Sesshoumaru walked back in along with three others, I think they were the other lords, each of them went to a female, Sesshoumaru came to me... I had to know, "Who are these females?"
Sesshoumaru looked up to meet my eyes like he wasn't sure I'd actually spoken, his eyes glazed over, I wasn't sure if I should be worried about what he was thinking or not. "They are slaves to the other lords..." Slaves? I looked out to see the other females, the girl who didn't feel was absolutely stunning physically, with thick blonde hair in soft curls falling around her face and laying over her breasts, her eyes were a shocking green, her body curved and filled out amazingly well. The other girl, the fighter didn't compete but she was still pleasant to look at with dark brown wavy hair and soft chocolate eyes, curved slightly but not extremely busty or filled like the blonde, really I don't think any of the three of us competed with the blonde's looks. The last, the girl who cried beside me seemed more delicate than me, she was petite with bright red hair, I couldn't see her eyes, her breasts were small and perky, but she was cuter than anything else so it worked.
My attention jerked back to Sesshoumaru suddenly as he touched my sex, gently just two fingers rubbing the outside of my lips, than I felt that ball, he rolled it against my lips, I looked up at him with a pleading expression, god not the ball again... that evil green ball that would keep me aroused indefinitely, "Oh please don't... not again..." I wiggled while he smirked at me, rolling the ball against me before applying enough pressure that it slipped through my lips and he held it at my entrance, waiting... I knew what he wanted, but I wasn't sure I was up to it... Too late, I waited to long and he slipped the ball inside of me. It was small enough that I didn't have to be horribly aroused and soaking wet for it to slip right into my core. It only took moments for it expand and squirm around inside of me. I squinted my eyes closed and didn't open them, bowing my head while the little ball started to work around inside of me, another tendril sliding out to tease my entrance and clit, oh this was hell. I struggled against my shackles, my legs clenched tight.
I opened my eyes too late to see the ball gag coming at my face, I tried to pull back but it was too late, he slid it easily into my mouth and locked it behind my head. I whimpered against the gag but he didn't respond, in fact he turned away and took a seat at the head of the table. I looked around to see the other females gagged as well, the two across from me were both aroused I could see their shame on the insides of their thighs, I couldn't tell if the girl beside me was or not, but I knew she was still crying against the gag and humiliation of our situation. The fact that there were others made my situation easier to deal with, but that just made me feel horrible, that I would condone others so I could feel more comfortable, I instantly wished I could free these girls.
The other lords took their seats around Sesshoumaru and just as the last one took his seat more demons flooded the room, all of them eyeballed us but none of them seemed shocked to see us... was this a casual thing? Were there always naked females at these banquets? Apparently. A few guys walked by me, one ran his finger tips across my stomach and I cringed, another stroked the inside of my thigh and I struggled in my bondage, he laughed and took a seat at the table.
When all of the men settled, and yes all of them were men, not one female occupied the room other than the four of us shacked to the walls, they began what I could only conclude of being a meeting in a language I could not speak or understand let alone recognize. I struggled to understand their conversations, hoping I'd get lucky and see a diagram or something, hell, money flailing would have said more than this, than I had the sick thought that we were going to be auctioned off. I quickly turned my attention to Sesshoumaru who seemed bored, not appearing to be paying much attention but always responding instantly when spoken too. I didn't think he'd sell me, I don't know why I just didn't think he would, if not to torture me more than to use me against Inuyasha... thinking of him... I wonder what he was doing now... I was sure they were hunting for me; I hadn't even given them a second thought since I got here.
Sesshoumaru treated me strangely, the more I thought about his actions towards me the more I felt like he wasn't himself: wasn't he the killing perfection? But than I did only know him in combat, Inuyasha was different outside of fighting too, the few times we weren't fighting him it was only in passing, his face never really changed much, but why would it? It's not like we did anything entertaining, when we saw him it was brief and usually we were anticipating a fight so everyone was on edge... did I expect him to start cracking jokes or something? The truth was I had no idea who Sesshoumaru was, the only reason I knew Naraku was a heartless bastard was through Inuyasha, Miroku and Sango's stories of him. They each had some horror story all because Naraku craved power, did Sesshoumaru crave power that desperately? Would he take innocent lives and burn villages for his own selfish means? I really couldn't imagine him doing so, though I had no reason to believe he wouldn't, all I had was that he fought Inuyasha because their father gave him the sword he coveted: it was sibling rivalry on a demonic level... did that make him evil because death was more common to demons than it was humans? Was it not the same thing when I would yell at Souta or push him around because he took something of mine? If I pushed Souta down a flight of stairs he would be seriously injured if not dead, if Sesshoumaru did the same thing to Inuyasha he would get back up and attack him. Sesshoumaru had never inflicted mortal damage on Inuyasha, did he really want to kill him or were they just brothers being demon brothers?
I lost track of the meeting while I brewed in my own thoughts, I only broke out of thought when Sesshoumaru stood up, I watched him but he never even glanced my way, he walked away from the table and further from me, going to another demon who was standing in the corner, I think it was one of the Lords but I couldn't remember. The others stood from the table and started talking, some in English(I realize the original was Japanese but this fic is not), some still in that foreign language I couldn't decipher.
A couple of demons walked over to me, two males who from their friendliness to each other I assumed were close friends. One had short, spikey, jet black hair with gray eyes, the other had red eyes and longer blonde hair, it was hard to judge their height being suspended up against the wall. They eyeballed me and I looked away, looking to Sesshoumaru for help but his back was to me. The black haird started rubbing up my thigh and hip, I squirmed and he smiled at me, baring his fangs, "Now, now, no need to be afraid," they both snickered which only brought on more fear. The other, the blonde, reached up to cradle my breast, I was not aroused and this was no kinky... I could feel the burn of tears build at my eyes while I struggled helplessly in my bondage. The black haird started touching himself, stroking himself through his hakama, I tried not to look, not to see, but it was there. My nipple tightened under the blonde male's ministration, I whimpered, not in pleasure but in fear, hating my body for betraying me. I couldn't lose myself like I could when Sesshoumaru touched me, I don't know why but when he humiliated me, when his hands were on me I just lost myself, the pleasure over powered everything else, but as these males touched me, even brought pleasure to me I was still afraid as they touched me. I closed my eyes and fought to keep the tears at bay, fought to ignore their hands, I thought I could, prayed I could until one of them cupped my sex and I bucked, struggled and cried. He laughed, they both laughed and a finger forced itself between my lower lips, pulling on the little ball that still twisted around inside of me, causing it to move around. I screamed through the gag.
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I was seething, furious and I didn't know why; I could hear my little Kagome's cries, I could smell her when they touched her, but this scent was sicker, still sweet as all virgins are but it was not willing, it was the smell of rape. Rape had such an interesting scent, I learned it was a scent enjoyed by the individual, some liked it, some didn't... I did not. I wanted to charge that vile male who touched her and made her cry, I wanted to break his fingers at each joint than rip them off to see his blood, tear off his hands for touching her, gouge out his eyes for gazing at her, and rip off his dick for loving her. I hated this, I should never have done this, I should have picked another female: why did I feel so possessive of her?
I couldn't respond, I had to talk to the Lords like there was nothing wrong, like I wasn't seeing red, like her cries weren't echoing in my head. I didn't know if I'd be able to stand here when they slid their fingers inside of her. They wouldn't actually rape her, demons could be killed for raping a virgin slave, it was practically law that the virginity belong to the lord, I knew this, but the logic wasn't getting to my head, it was cut short somewhere and making me think they would take her. Take her... take her... take her... she's MINE! I wanted to scream out my frustration and all my anger, but I held it in, staring at the other Lords not responding and hoping they weren't asking questions because I wasn't sure I could answer them without growling. I struggled to remain calm and collected.
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He didn't even look back, he didn't even see me, nothing even changed in him while their fingers touched me and tormented me. I was crying burning tears of shame while they molested me in front of so many eyes, I didn't like this, I'd never run again so long as they stopped touching me. I don't know what made me look over but when I did nothing could stop the rage. The red head, sobbing into her gag while three males surrounded her, fondling her, stroking her, one of them was out and hard, he was at her entrance, she was thrashing wildly. It happened so fast but so slow, like I had all the time in the world to watch him rub against her entrance. I could see their eyes, but they weren't looking at me, I could feel them rubbing against me, but it wasn't my body: it was so real. The anger flourished and I couldn't breathe, suffocated by anger and by something else... something white hot... something burning. I thought it was in my blood like a poison taking my blood up in flames but I was wrong, it came from much deeper, much stronger. I saw their eyes saw the fear devour their lust, than everything shifted and I felt like my world literally moved six inches to the left, my vision blurred and I screamed, how I wasn't sure, but the gag was gone, suddenly just not there, I didn't remember it being removed. I saw white, everything, everyone just vanished into the endless white...
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The white light that erupted from her was blinding, the power breath taking. At first it was shock, watching her as her anger over rode her, her power flourished like a flower blooming too fast to be real... but it was, it was real and tangible, every demon in this room could feel her pure power radiating across their skin the moment they'd walked in but now it was like being surrounded by fire but not close enough to be burned by it... well from where I was at least. Closer to her, the demons were struck directly, the ones touching her and the red head literally vaporized, as well as the shackles and gags. What threatened them and stood in there way was now gone, either dead or destroyed. I couldn't have been more proud of my hellion, couldn't have been happier that those that touched her were gone. The demons who weren't vaporized by the white magic but still stood close look like they had third degree if not worse burns across them. The light faded, softening and revealing the two girls, the red head curled into Kagome's torso, Kagome holding her closely, bent over her. Both of them were unconscious, neither of them were harmed, but nothing was around them, they looked like two nymphs curling into each other too sleep, it seemed to ethereal, too innocent for what had actually occurred.
Everyone stood in stunned silence, even I was left questioning what would happen, but I knew one thing for certain - Kagome was mine. I went over to the two girls because no one else was moving or speaking and I knew when the other Lords realized it they would want compensation for those that were purified in Kagome's white prowess. I picked up both of the girls, they were both so small it wasn't impossible to carry them both at the same time, not easy but I managed. I took them out of the room, Kagome's magic still prickling along my skin, but I liked it, I liked knowing how powerful she really was.
I took them both to my quarters, laying them in the large bed; the moment I laid them down they curled into each other as if they were pack members seeking each others warmth and protection. I watched the two sleep, debating on tying them down, but decided against it, Kagome's power was still strong in the air and she didn't know how to control it, when she woke everyone would feel the stir in her magic, she couldn't escape without me being well aware of it. I didn't want to tie her up either, I thought it would worry her, after such an incident I didn't want to put her in that situation, she would instantly think I would punish her... or worse, hurt her... I didn't want her to fear me... why I couldn't explain.
I wasn't sure what I would do with the red head but I had a sneaking suspicion that Kagome would not want to let her go. I would have to see about trading for her... why did I care? I didn't have an excuse. I could tie Kagome up, I could throw out the red head and it wouldn't matter, how Kagome felt here was irrelevant, her comfort was not my problem, she was a slave and should be treated as such... I knew as I thought it that was not true, I couldn't do that to her and she deserved to be treated better. It bothered me that I worried about her feelings, but brushed it off for later to worry about, now I had to return to the other Lords and try to make sense of this chaos.
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I woke up to see the bright scarlet hair of the other girl, her face against my chest; I could see her blinking so I knew she was awake... awake and afraid. Her hands were trembling against my back, her arms clinging tightly around me, our legs intertwined like lovers, but among girls something that would be intimate in a male-female situation is just comforting. She looked up at me, her eyes were a brilliant blue, so amazing against her bright red hair, I wasn't sure what to say so I started the only way I knew how; "Hello, my names Kagome."
She stared at me for a long moment before responding in a quiet and soft voice, reminding me of velvet, "I am Naomi... thank you... so much...." Tears formed at the corners of Naomi's eyes while she stared up at me.
I touched her cheek and kissed her forehead, "I'm so sorry they touched you, I wish I had reacted sooner..."
She chuckled but it was full of sorrow and sobs, "It really doesn't matter much now..."
I didn't like the sound of that, "What do you mean?"
She choked on a sob the moment she opened her mouth but she tried again, "Lord Raidon..." She looked down at my breasts but it wasn't intentional, she just didn't want to meet my eyes, I let her keep that, "He... took me...earlier this morning..." she choked on her sobs again, burying her face against my chest, I kept quite though when she admitted to being raped this morning I could already feel the burn which had been calming down flare to life once again, my veins feeling like liquid fire. "He said... they wouldn't touch me if he didn't break me before the meeting... he said it was a courtesy to lesser demons..."
A courtesy!?! How the hell is it a courtesy...? I didn't understand but my comprehension really wasn't that important right now. I wrapped my arms tightly around the petite girl clinging her too me I mumbled into her hair over and over that it would be alright and no one would touch her ever again. She openly cried into my breasts and I held her too me, I would keep this promise even if it killed me to do so.
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It took nearly three hours to settle everyone down and to keep the decimal level down to a quiet roar. Kagome cost me a hell of a lot today with her little display, that wasn't counting what I traded for the little slave girl I'd learned was named Naomi. I lucked out that three of the males Kagome fried were just common demons, meaning I didn't have to pay anyone for their casualties, the other two were generals under Lord Hilton of the Northern Lands, they were expensive, I had to replace the men and pay a fine for the families that had lost them.
I lucked out with Lord Raidon because he was allied with the Western Domain; he was a friend of my father's so he was easier to trade with but still infuriating because I know he worked me for all he could get. He ended up with two of my virgin slave girls and a price because Naomi was "such a unique find"...bullshit - because nothing else can express how irritated I am.
At first I was headed back to my quarters, but than remembered the girls, I didn't want to be around them right now, I was to furious, furious because Kagome was such a liability and furious because I'd just lost a great deal today because of her and furious because I wasn't furious with her... furious because even after that I was proud of her... proud and something else... something I felt for her... I didn't know what it was, I didn't care... fury over powered whatever that was. I decided instead to see to my other virgins, their scent would calm me.