Chapter 2
Aki: The First
Yumi had left me for a few hours. I didn’t know exactly how long, there was no clock, nothing to measure time with. I closed my eyes. My body throbbed, not just from the past pain but from something else. My body felt tight. It was odd; I didn’t understand what was going on. I didn’t know what he had injected into me; it was eating away at the back of my mind. I had to know what was going on, had to know what was happening to me. What had I done to deserve this? Being tied down and pierced, it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right. At least he had removed the gag. My pants felt suddenly tight and I wiggled uncomfortably. At that moment Yumi walked back in, a smug smile on his face.
“Good, I see that it has taken effect.” He said, looking me over.
His hair was braided back with only a few wispy strands framing his face, “What are you talking about?” I asked softly.
He laughed and trailed his fingers over my encased length, “This is your purpose.” He said calmly.
I gasped softly as I realized what the drug had done, “No!” I shouted angrily, “No, let me go!”
“It’s time for me to claim you as my own.” His fingers nimbly undid the button and zipper on my pants.
I shook my head, “No, oh god no. You can’t do this. It isn’t right.” I sobbed as my erection was freed from the confining cloth.
“Hush Aki. Resisting me won’t do any good, it will just make it hurt more then it has to.” He said, his hands moving over my torso, touching me softly. He flicked my rings and I gasped. It was a strange sensation but quite pleasurable. He chuckled darkly, “This position will not do.” He stated firmly as he undid the chain that held my wrists to the table.
My eyes narrowed and I tried to jerk my hands away from him. He shook his head and undid my ankles. I kicked at him, trying to catch him off guard but he blocked it easily. Without a word he attached my wrists to a ring hanging from the ceiling. The chain was just long enough that my feet could lay flat on the ground. I was suddenly thankful for the half-inch heel on the boots. After he had secured my wrists he walked away. I scowled and when he came back with a metal rod I panicked. I lashed out at him, hoping to keep him away. He shook his head in disappointment and grabbed the foot I had tried to kick him with. Easily he attached one end to that ankle before grabbing my other one and doing the same. My legs were now spread apart and I couldn’t break free. As an added bonus he attached the rod to the floor, effectively pinning me in place.
“Let me go! You can’t do this to me!” I shouted, fighting against my bonds.
“I can and I will. Now hush Aki or I will gag you again.” He paused and ran his hands down my sides, “You look absolutely beautiful like this.” He whispered, his tongue flicked up the edge of my ear, “This is what you were born for Aki.”
I shook my head, “No, I don’t believe you.”
He snorted in disgust, “Believe what you will, that will not change the facts.” He paused, seemed deep in thought, “Do you want to see what you’ve become?” He asked calmly.
“No, I haven’t become anything, I am me.”
He laughed, “I’ll show you anyway.” He said, stepping away and summoning a camera to him.
This seemed odd to me, I wasn’t sure exactly why but it did. In an instant he had taken my picture. It was an instant camera and he shoved the freshly created picture in my face, forcing me to look at it. My eyes grew wide when I saw what looked back at me. A pair of red eyes had replaced my green ones. My flesh held the pallor of death. There were small flecks of blood around the rings in my nipples, but not very much. I looked down at myself to verify what the picture showed. It was true. I shook my head, not believing what I saw.
“Do you see now Aki?” He asked softly, pulling my pants down a bit, “Do you understand now?”
“No.” I groaned, “This can’t be.”
He smiled and I felt his body press against mine, “Hush Aki.” He whispered before kissing me softly, “Hush.”
I whimpered quietly, “Please, leave me alone.”
“Once you have learned your position I shall give you a surprise.” He whispered in my ear as he reached behind me for something, “But until then you need to be quiet.” I was about to protest when he shoved the gag back into my mouth, “I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to do that but I can see that you have proven me wrong.” He said, gently stroking my cheek.
I jerked my head away from him and his eyes narrowed in warning, “Perhaps I should have just given you over to Soma for training instead of doing it myself.” He growled. I shook my head, “No? I suggest you start behaving then. You will grow accustomed to my touch.” He stated firmly, “Besides, I will be the only one who has the right to touch you.”
His fingertips trailed down my stomach and he wrapped his hand around my throbbing erection. I moaned deep in my throat, the gag stifling any sound I tried to make. His thumb moved the ring and I squeezed my eyes shut. A low chuckle escaped his lips and I gasped as I felt something warm flick out against me. My eyes snapped open and I saw him on his knees before me, his tongue lapping away the droplets of desire that had leaked from my erection. I couldn’t tear my eyes off him, this was so sick, so wrong, but it felt so good. I threw my head back, my hips moving forward of their own volition. Suddenly he stopped and I slowly opened my eyes. He wasn’t there anymore and I whimpered softly. A quiet laugh sounded in my ear and I felt him press against me from behind. At that I began to panic. Something in the back of my mind knew this is what he meant by claiming me but I didn’t want to admit it. I began to struggle again, trying to escape from what I knew would inevitably come. His hands closed on my hips and he held me still. The futility in attempting to escape hadn’t hit me yet and I continued my resistance. He didn’t wait any longer and shoved into me. I screamed as best I could. He felt too big and I felt something hot run down from my entrance. I was bleeding, that was the only explanation my tired mind had. Tears streamed down my cheeks and he began to move, forcing his impressive length into me again and again. Pummeling my body. It hurt but there was an underlying pleasure to it. Something about it felt so very good. As he picked up his pace I felt him wrap his hand around me and stroke in time with his thrusts. I threw my head back to rest on his shoulder and he kissed my throat. Soft, hungry kisses left a trail of fire across my shoulders. I arched back and came. At that moment I felt him spill into me and I knew that he had just claimed me as his own. Falling limp in my bonds I began to cry. I felt physically and emotionally drained. This wasn’t right, none of it was. He had raped me, taken me against my will, and there was nothing I could do about it. He pulled out and stroked my face. Tenderly he wrapped me in his arms, pulling me against him.
“Aki.” He whispered in my ear, “I’m going to remove your gag, but only if you promise to be silent.”
I nodded and he carefully removed it, brushing away a fine trail of saliva that had slipped from my mouth. Pulling up my pants he zipped and buttoned them before gently removing the collar he had placed around my neck earlier and laying it and the gag aside. I hadn’t been expecting that, of course I hadn’t been expecting any of this. Without a word he picked something up and wrapped it around my throat. I watched as he jotted down a couple of numbers before returning the collar to my neck. I wouldn’t speak; I didn’t want that gag back in my mouth and knew if I didn’t comply he would return it to its place. Pulling out a leather strap, which I quickly recognized as a leash, he attached it to my collar and began the task of removing me from my bonds, starting with my feet.
“You are my pet Aki.” He said softly, pressing me down to my hands and knees, “And you will crawl beside me like the pet you are.” He sounded so calm, so sure of himself; well, I was going to prove him wrong.
Without a word I got to my feet. I wasn’t going to behave like some domesticated animal, walking at my master’s heels. Hell, I didn’t even have a master. His eyes narrowed dangerously. A hard jerk on the leash and I found myself sprawled across the floor. I growled softly and got back to my feet, looking at him in defiance. He returned my gaze; his eyes seemed to look into my soul. The back of his hand collided with my face, causing me to see stars. I blinked hard, trying to clear my head.
“Down.” He growled.
I shook my head, had no intention of speaking. He pulled hard on the leash, causing me to hit the ground. I started to scramble back up but he pressed his boot into my lower back. I fought to get out from under his heel but to no avail. He bent over me, pressing his lips to the shell of my ear.
“You will do as I command Aki. If you do not, you shall be suitably punished for your transgressions.” He whispered before nibbling on my ear, “You belong to me.” He hissed, “Let’s go.” He ordered, tugging on my leash and removing his foot from my back.
I grabbed the leash and tried to jerk it out of his hand but he pulled me along, making me scramble to keep up with him or be strangled. He moved slowly enough so I could keep up and not harm the leather I was wearing. I crawled after him, left with no other choice. As we walked I heard catcalls and whistles from people we passed, all of them seemed to be directed at me. I was angry, wanted to do something to rip their throats out, but I couldn’t. I was having enough trouble keeping up with Yumi. Finally he stopped and I sat back rubbing my hands. They were sore from going over the hard ground. My knees hurt as well. He shoved open a door and pulled me through. I let out a gasp as I quickly struggled to keep up. I didn’t know where we were going and I didn’t really care. He stopped in front of a large man; he looked almost like a bouncer. Money exchanged hands and we continued on. I was right, he had been a bouncer. Flashing lights and blaring music hit me, causing me to cringe. He pulled me over to a booth and sat down. I was about to get up into the seat but he shook his head and pointed to his feet, showing me where he wanted me.
“No.” I finally spoke, I wasn’t going to stand for this, “I’m not going to sit at your feet.” I stated firmly.
He raised an eyebrow and wound his fingers through my hair. Jerking back hard he back handed me again. No one seemed to notice and if they did they didn’t care. He hit me so hard my head spun. I let out a groan and felt blood trickle from my lip. He pulled me up and lapped the blood from my chin. My vision was blurry, I couldn’t quite see straight.
“It’s fuzzy.” I whispered, trying to focus on something, anything.
He scowled, “What is?”
“Everything.”
He looked me over carefully, “Hmmm, lay down.” He ordered, pulling me onto the seat.
He pressed my head into his lap. He motioned to a waiter and soon an amber colored drink was placed in front of him. Without a word he propped my head up and held the glass to my lips. It was sweet and after a sip he pulled it away. After a few moments he gave me another sip. It was delicious, I liked it, but I didn’t know what it was.
“Better?” He asked softly. I nodded; it was helping a little, “Good.” He whispered, “Rest then. You’ll need it.”
I scowled, “Why?”
He smiled sweetly and it scared me, “I’m not going to tell you. Now be quiet.” He ordered, giving me another drink. I closed my eyes, I didn’t want this, I didn’t want him to touch me. I didn’t want anything to do with him. Gently he brushed his fingers through my hair, “Silence is good for you little one. Most times you will not be able to enjoy it.”
I was getting a buzz from the strange drink he was giving me and I suddenly had the urge to hit him. I swung, connecting with his arm, before grabbing the leash and getting to my feet. He looked started as I stumbled forward. Easily he reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me back down. My assault of him did get people’s attention, unlike when he hit me. All eyes were on us. Not a single word passed his lips as he pulled me forward, taking me to a large stage. The music had stopped. Their eyes were wide as they realized whom it was I had struck. To me, it didn’t matter who he was. He was unimportant; he was just one more person keeping me from escaping.
“Soma!” Yumi shouted, pulling me onto the stage.
The winged man strode through the crowd. He walked onto the stage, “Yes master?” He asked, kneeling before him.
“Hold him.” Yumi demanded.
Soma grabbed my wrists and jerked me around so my back was bared to the crowd. I struggled against him as Yumi picked something up. I didn’t know what he was going to do and I was actually afraid. Yumi seemed to have power over me. I didn’t know where it came from but that didn’t matter to me. I heard the crowd cheering and tried to see what was going on. I soon found out, the sharp sting of a whip slashed into my back. I screamed. I had never felt anything like it before. A second strike, then a third followed. Tears streamed down my face and my legs gave out on me. The only thing keeping me up was Soma’s grip on my wrists. It didn’t stop, there didn’t seem to be an end in sight. I was sobbing freely, couldn’t hold it back. Suddenly the pain stopped and darkness overtook me. I had passed out from the pain. I couldn’t take it any longer. I awoke to cool water sliding into my mouth. I greedily swallowed it down. Slowly I opened my eyes to see Yumi holding the glass to my lips.
“I’m not surprised you haven’t completely changed yet.” He stated calmly, pulling the glass away, “Rest now.” He said with a smile. I tried to roll over but couldn’t. My arms were bound above my head and my legs to the bottom of the table, “You’re going to stay like this for awhile. I have plenty to teach you and I am tired of your struggles. You are mine Aki and you will learn that quickly enough.” He stated, putting the glass aside, “I shall return in a few hours to check on you, hopefully, by then, your wounds will be healed and we can begin.” As he spoke he got to his feet and ran a hand down my face, “Rest.” He ordered before walking away.
I watched him go, glaring after him. My eyes were narrowed to slits, I was angry. At least he hadn’t gagged me. I tugged at my bonds, hoping to find some way out. Finally I lay limp; there was no way for me to escape, no matter how hard I tried. I was a prisoner here and would never be free.