Deny Me by Demetria Reignart

Chapter 6

They both fell asleep on the rug and I wasn't sure how, I thought it was quite uncomfortable. I struggled a bit to get around them without waking either of the girls, I needed to get my feet under me before I lifted them both, but once I did they were easy to carry, both of them were so light. I took them back to my quarters, and no, I have no shame in walking the halls of MY palace nude.

I settled them both into the bed watching them as they cuddled into each other in their sleep, I left them there, there was no way to tell how long they'd be asleep but let them, Kagome had more than pleased me today. I closed the thick wooden shutters for the window to block out the sun and headed to the bathroom, I needed another wash after such activities.

The bath was short, no reason to prolong it when there was no one else around to enjoy it with, I dressed and headed out of the room I needed to see to other things... Rin for instants. I tried to make sure I visited the child daily but really she shouldn't be here, there was no family for her, no friends her age, she was doomed to a life in solitude if I kept her here, but I couldn't imagine offering her up to a village either. Could I trust they would take care of her? No, I could only trust myself to that duty.

I found the rambunctious child in the gardens, two nurses were chasing after her while she circled the koi pond. "Rin" I said her name just loud enough to make her glance up, she stopped running to see me before darting towards me. There was something about the attention she offered that was different... she didn't discriminate, by the time an individual starts speaking people are pressuring them with what's good and bad, what's right and wrong, humans teach humans that demons are bad, that there is a monster under their bed that will eat them if they're not good, that there is actually a large man with white hair and a white beard who falls down their chimney and gives them presents once a year... Rin's not like that, I believe her parents died before she was old enough to be influenced by these tales and lies that humans spread. No one else felt the need to teach her, it wasn't their responsibility, and that's why she didn't fear me, no human had taught her that I was dangerous, that I might hurt her. She was going on nine years old and she was oblivious to the way the world actually functioned... I wasn't sure I could taint that innocence... there was something about it. I think on some level I was envious of her ignorance.

She ran head first into my leg and made a quick apology for it, though I knew she wasn't sorry, I touched the top of her head, patting her as I stared down at her, "Have you finished your studies?" She was growing up and I didn't know if I could keep her here, she needed a real life with other humans; she could not have that here. I realized that I feared she would be abused under anyone else's care. She jerked her head yes to my question before I ushered her inside for the mid day meal. I ate with her because I felt like I should; she talked incessantly about flowers and about small animals she would chase and would always elude her. She rambled on about the nurses and her studies, she was learning how to read and write... why? Because it was only appropriate for a lady of the palace to be educated. She didn't know I'd brought Kagome here, just as well, she didn't need to know about the females that were here at all.

Rin finished her meal and I gave her permission to return to the gardens with two nurses reluctantly following after her. I exited as well, returning to my quarters to see the two girls still asleep; it had only been an hour and a half, two hours at most. I stripped and curled in behind Kagome, wrapping an arm around her waist and nuzzling into her hair, she had such a soothing scent, it was hard not to just fade off into the aroma of her.

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I woke up in the warmth that could only be Sesshoumaru because I didn't want to think of it as being anyone else his size, I glanced over my shoulder just to reassure myself, his platinum hair falling into my face. I blew it off, his eyes were still shut, he was asleep, I turned back to see Naomi facing me but across the bed, Sesshoumaru had a death grip on my waist holding me locked against him. I wanted to reach out and pull Naomi to us, I felt her loneliness radiate off of her even in her sleep, it was so thick and prominent I felt like I could never actually touch her because of the negative emotions that locked around her person. I touched a tendril of her red hair, spilling around her like blood... didn't I say it didn't look like blood? Well it did now... like she was bleeding to death or all ready gone and the blood was spilling around her, the image seemed too real. I reached to her and brushed the blood hair back behind her so I could see her skin was unmarred, silly maybe, but it reassured me anyway.

She shifted and stirred, her eyes blinking slowly, focusing I could see her pupils change size before they focused on me and she smiled, only now could I see how pathetic that smile was, it was depressing really, she was so beautiful, why was she here, why was she like this? She wiggled across the bed and I wrapped my arms around her, snuggling into her as she did to me and even with Sesshoumaru's arms around me that feeling that only girls ever experience, that complete comfort with a special friend when you hug them after telling them the person you loved hurt you - I don't know who was comforting who, maybe it was mutual but I've never felt like a person needed me like Naomi does.

Sesshoumaru's hand drifted across my stomach grazing his claws over the skin, making me shiver. His hand stopped low on my abdomen, it doesn't matter all that I've done with him, it doesn't matter that once he's turned me on I'll melt, all that matters is that I'm nervous and embarrassed and I still feel like he shouldn't touch me. He pulled my hips back and I could feel him against my bottom, I blushed and looked up to Naomi, why do I melt for him? Why when previously demons that I didn't know any better than him touched me and it scared me, why was he different? It bothered me that I wasn't afraid of him touching me, just nervous, wasn't this suppose to be for people who loved each other? I certainly didn't love him and he didn't love me... oh my poor morals....

"Leave, Naomi," It was so harsh and sudden both she and I jumped in reaction, he'd practically growled out the words against my throat. Naomi was looking at me, I looked at her and I knew she was asking me if I wanted her to leave... I didn't, but I didn't want her here either so I silently told her to leave. She scurried out of the bed, picking up one of the discarded kimonos and rushing out of the room.

Sesshoumaru didn't seem angry but you could never tell with him. He bit my neck and it hurt, he was rough and he didn't let go, grinding his teeth into my neck practically chewing on me. I clutched the pillow and whimpered because I was afraid to do anything else.

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I think the only thing that kept me from marking her right there was the fear that suddenly over rode her amazing scent, it was suffocating. I usually enjoy the smell of fear but only in the appropriate setting... the bedroom was not the place for it. I let her go abruptly and she whined softly into the pillow, I wonder why she hadn't said anything. I moved and crawled over top of her so she was beneath me, she looked frightened and I didn't like that it bothered me so much. She wouldn't meet my eyes, it was the proper way for a slave to be... but not for Kagome, she always looked at me, showing her defiance and her lack of fear. I turned her face to look at me, met her eyes and for a moment I just watched her deep blue eyes, than she blinked and I focused again. Her fear was still in the air but it wasn't devouring my senses any more, I leaned down and nuzzled into her neck, she giggled, I loved hearing her laugh, it was so pure and innocent... and so real, when she laughed she was seriously laughing, there was some form of joy in her when she laughed, it seemed to brighten the entire atmosphere. I captured her wrists and pinned them back against the bed so I could nuzzle her chest as well, she has such a lovely body, amazingly curvaceous, with just enough muscle to keep her skin tight but not outlined, I preferred the squishiness... because I can't think of a better term to describe the softness to her belly.

She wiggled in my grip and for whatever reason I let her go, she touched my face and her hands were soft and delicate, they were slightly calloused but I knew that was from using the bow, most of the females I run into work hard labor day in and day out and their hands are dry and rough. I turned my head and kissed her palm, closing my eyes to relish the feel of her touching me. She was stunning and I was addicted to her.

"Why did you make Naomi leave?" I looked at her, just watched her, why did I make her leave? Because I disliked the comfort you two have? Because I hated that you happily curl into Naomi but I must hold you down to receive your favor? While truthful, I wasn't going to tell her that.

"Her place is not here," No, I want your attention on me, no ones going to protect you from me because you don't need protecting... so I liked to tell myself, but as I looked down at her I was wondering if I would need protection from her. I kissed her because I can't stand having her so close and not touching her, not making her want me like I crave her. She made the most alluring sounds when we kissed; it was amazing how she would mew and moan into my mouth from the simplest actions. She kissed me back and I coaxed her tongue into my mouth sucking on it and riding my tongue against hers. She put her arms around my neck and I leaned down onto her, trying to tell myself I wouldn't take her, I would not take her, I will not take her... god I want her.... She squirmed beneath me, rubbing herself against me, I had to growl at her because if she did that again it wouldn't be just that I wanted her, it would be that I've taken her....

I pulled away when she grinded against me again, did she have any idea at all what she was doing? I climbed off the bed and left her laying on her back, she made me think, think things I didn't want to think, I wanted to torture her for it, because than I know what I'm feeling and what I'm thinking. She's taking more from me than I'm willing to give, she's just a slave, damn it, for my amusement and enjoyment, nothing more.

She tugged at the blankets struggling to cover herself, I growled at her and grabbed the blanket and yanked it off the bed, she yelped and used her hands to hide herself. Good... I wanted her embarrassed and humiliated, it's the way it should be. "Come here, Kitten..." She looked around as if seeking an escape, "there is no where to go, don't make me tell you twice." There was anticipation in her scent, curious as to what I would do to her... it made me want to rise to meet the challenge, oh what could I possibly do to her now? For certain I would never let someone else touch her again, but....

She came up to me finally, timid still trying to cover herself, there would be none of that. I had a new collar waiting for her since she obliterated the last one. I took it out from one of the drawers on the side table. Her eyes went wide at the sight of it and she darted away from me, but not to the exit, she didn't want to leave the room naked. I stalked her into a corner and she darted following the wall, I let her, but I changed courses to follow her as she bumped into the desk and struggled to find a way around it. She did, but I'd almost gotten to her by the time she scurried around the object, I jumped over the desk and pinned her against the wall, forcing the collar around her neck while she thrashed and screamed 'No' over and over. Due to her screaming I forced a ball gag in her mouth as well. She struggled to get the gag out but I held her hands as I locked wrist bindings onto her hands which held her hands close together than connected to the collar so her hands were held up by her breasts with little room to move. She glared daggers at me and I just smirked at her, I liked this better, I understood this.

I held one of the green balls in front of her, her eyes were wide as she shook her head back and forth, backing up into the wall, I forced her against the wall and lifted her, spreading her legs around my waist. She whimpered and whined, her cried muffled by the gag as I touched her, her cries turned into moans only moments after I slid the ball into her. She shifted and rotated her hips with the little ball tormenting her. I enjoyed her pleasure, her torture really, I preferred to not let her orgasm so she was suspended in a state of indefinite pleasure, her scent coating the room and air. I picked up the leash and her eyes were half lidded, I'm not sure she registered what it was through the fog of her own pleasure. I attached her leash to the collar beside the chain for her wrist bindings and headed out of the room. I heard her cries and pleas, but paid them no mind, she needed this... I needed this.

I took her into the dinning room - which was currently empty - where I made her sit down in one of the wooden chairs and started tying her down to the chair. I started at her thighs, spreading them and tying them at the knee to the arms of the chair so her legs were spread and hiked up. I added a rope around her middle and at her throat so she was held back but not tight enough to hurt her or choke her, just snug. I tied her ankles back as well, pulling a rope from high on the back legs to her ankle and forcing her to bend her knees so her leg was pulled back as far as possible, maybe a bit uncomfortable but I wasn't to worried about her being in the best of comfort else I wouldn't be tying her up. Last I released her wrists from her collar but it still held her wrists together, and forced her to arch her back so her hands could be tied behind her head.

I ran my claws over her sides and her exposed underarms tickling her, she struggled but she could hardly move, if at all, and the chair itself was too heavy for it to even budge under her relentless struggling. I kept tickling her just to prove a point at how helpless she was, that no matter how much she struggled her begging into her gag it wouldn't effect her bindings, the chair or me. A tear formed at the corner of her eye and I knew it was from her muffled laughter. I smirked at her as I slowly pulled out the green ball, she was already aroused and our audience would be here any minute. She moaned when it twisted and curled around inside of her, resisting to being pulled out of her, but eventually it came out and she shivered.

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At first I thought he wasn't going to stop tickling me, I thought he'd tickling me until I couldn't hold it any more, tickling me until I was forced to relieve myself in front of him, than he stopped and I breathed heavily, I won't admit that some where in my mind I don't think I wanted him to stop, I think I wanted him to humiliate me to the ultimate degree. He went for the ball, it hadn't been in me very long but it still did its job and left me panting and moaning. I clenched my thighs while he pulled it out, whimpering at the loss of its torture.

He stood up suddenly and the doors opened, in marched the three other Lords, I assume, as well as several others with them, I did notice that my "audience" was not half as large as it had been earlier. I was soaking... Their eyes caught me and the looked me over, many of them their eyes stopped on my dripping sex, I wondered if I was leaking on to the chair. I could feel the heat of my humiliation burning up my cheeks and across my chest. My breasts were forced out from the odd position, it also kept me from looking away which forced me to watch them while they ogled me. They stared at my sex and I struggled to cover myself, wishing I could close my thighs. Sesshoumaru stepped to the side, he'd been blocking some of them from their view of me. He stood behind me, putting his hands over the back of the chair, sliding the down my body and back up, touching my nipples and flicking them, I flinched. He pulled my hair back, some how, even though it hadn't hidden anything I felt even more exposed with my hair tugged behind me. He ran his hands down my sides and over my hips to the insides of my thighs were he massaged the flesh, his thumbs brushed my nether lips - the audience never flinched, some of them I could see were aroused by this, others I could tell through their open mouths, breathing heavily.

Sesshoumaru slid his finger against my slit, pressing just enough to slid the digit between my labia, I moaned while he circled my clit, trying to wiggle and move against him to no avail. He dipped his finger inside of me and I was panting against the gag. Some of the demons pulled out chairs from the table and took seats, their gaze was so intense, devouring my humiliation. He slid his finger deep and I heard someone gasp from the audience, I knew it hadn't been me because I couldn't make that clear of a sound with the gag in place. He started fingering me with just the one finger, pumping in and out of me slowly, his other hand caught my breast, squeezing it and pinching the nipple. I groaned and thrashed against my bondage, he remained behind me so the audience got all of me and just his hands torturing me... humiliating me... owning me.... I moaned when he slid a second finger into me, crying from the torture while he worked me with the two fingers. I could see the audience through a haze; their eyes seemed mesmerized I wasn't sure they were actually seeing me. He started using his thumb on my clit, grinding it and circling it, pumping me all the while. I cried while I took the delightful punishment because I couldn't moan loud enough to sedate my need to release the pressure - because that's what moaning does, it releases the pressure. I thought I would lose it when he forced a third finger into me, when he moved faster and flicked my clit over and over, I thought I'd finish, but I should have known better, just as I thought I would be relieved he stopped. I screamed but it was muffled so it didn't sound like much, so I thrashed and struggled, the audience laughed and I looked at them in horror while they snickered and coughed at my torture. I wanted more... I liked it... their eyes, the torture, the humiliation of being watched by so many eyes.

Their eyes shifted from me to behind me and I wanted to turn to see what it was but I couldn't, luckily I didn't have to wait long, unluckily three naked females walked around me, all of them held feathers. My eyes shot wide, I'd wondered why he would tie me up in such an odd position, I didn't think it was just so he could tickle me for a short frame before the audience came in. I stared at the three girls, one of them smiled wickedly and I knew she'd enjoy this, one didn't show any emotion at all that I could tell, and the last just looked like she wanted to go run and hide, trying to hide herself behind the other girls who didn't seem to care that they were naked. The girl with the smile took Sesshoumaru's place behind me, just as I seen him walk around in front of me and take a seat as well, I stared at him in horror as the other two girls kneeled down on either side of me... by my... oh god... feet....

It started soft and gently, the girl behind me stroked her feathers down my sides and I squirmed, but I didn't laugh. She stroked them back up and I choked on a laugh. The other two girls started, first the right foot with a feather between my toes, I wiggled my toes but the binding on my foot was secure and I could hardly move my foot at all as the other slid the feather down the length of my foot. The one behind me circled one of my breasts, going under the mound of flesh where it was most ticklish and sawing the feather back and forth until I laughed into the gag, she chuckled behind me and the other feather went to my underarm brushing it back and forth while I struggled with hardly any movement from the action. The bindings were too well tied I couldn't do anything as the other two suddenly ambushed my feet, using both feathers, one on the bottom while the other one weaved between my toes. I was crying and laughing before long, tears rushing down my cheeks as they continued to tickle me. The girl behind me discarded her feathers to use her hands; she didn't have claws so I assume she was human while she danced her fingers across my side. One of the girls at my feet keeping one feather on my foot reached the other arm under my thigh and danced a feather across my nether lips. I cried and whimpered but there was no mercy, I couldn't even beg for mercy and I think that's what made me enjoy it so much, I know my pussy was dripping from the onslaught of tickle torture. The girl behind me picked up a feather again and slid it into and over my belly button, I thrashed but nothing moved. I didn't know how much longer I could hold off, how much more I could endure, than I remembered the audience and I was struck by the horror of being forced to relieve myself in front of so many people. I was so turned on, still being tickled mercilessly, they attack my most sensitive places: my sides, underarms, under my breasts, the backs of my knees, the bottoms of my feet, between my toes, around my neck and even the lips of my sex and inner thighs. I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold off any more and it was like they kicked the torture up a notch, moving faster, tickling more skin quicker. I fought with all my worth, thrashing and struggling, I could feel the need to relieve myself make itself known to the audience as I dripped the golden liquid. I cried from the humiliation before I released myself entirely from the force of never ending tickle torture. The girls chuckled and I could feel the warm liquid against my thighs, the audience snickers and laughed and I dropped my head, my nipples were hard and my slit with dripping with more than just my pleasure now and still I could not hide myself, I could not run out of the room in shame. Their eyes drank up my humiliation and I think that's what kept me aroused through all of this, never allowing me release. The girls tickled me until I stopped urinating, than they stopped and laughed, backing off and hopefully leaving. Hopefully it was over... but I was too afraid to look up, I didn't want to see the laughter in their eyes, I didn't want to see if any of them were aroused from my humiliation... I didn't want anyone to see how much I liked it... so I kept my head bowed and my eyes closed.