A Slave for You
Rating: NC-17 for non-con situations
The first thing he noticed was his head hurt like hell. The second? He couldn’t
move. Third? It was dark. That’s when he realized he was also alone. “Anzu?
Namu?” he called out, just to be sure. ‘Man, what happened? Oh yeah, those damn
rare hunters of Marik’s. Least I gave as good as I got, hope I knocked that one
guy’s teeth out.’ He felt like shit and could only hope nothing had happened to
his friends. The last thing he remembered, one of the guys grabbing Anzu and
then everything going black. “Marik! You’d better not hurt her!” he yelled to
the room.
A voice answered back to him, “And why would I hurt her? That wouldn’t be very
smart on my part now would it? After all, what kind of a master would I be if I
just hurt my slaves before they were any use to me?”
Jounouchi turned his head trying to get a look at the one responsible for his
entrapment. The voice was coming from behind him, just out of sight. “I know
you’re just trying to use us to get to Yugi and his God card, but it won’t
work!” Jounouchi was still trying to get a look at this Marik but he wasn’t
making it easy.
“Stop struggling, you’re just wasting my time and yours.”
“Yeah maybe but when I get outta here I’m gonna break you in two.”
“Oh my dear Jounouchi,” the voice was getting closer; “do you really think I’m
just going to let you out of here that easily? Besides there are so many things
I want you for, of course the main thing would be getting back at that bastard
Pharaoh, but I can think of so many more wonderful things you could be used
for.”
Jounouchi fought harder against the ropes holding him down, “There is no way in
hell I would ever do anything for you!”
Jounouchi could feel a hand gently running through his hair, “Willingly,
no...but I have a way to make you do what ever I want,” the voice whispered in
his ear. The warm breath on his ear sent shivers through his body, his muscles
tightened in anger, disgusted by what that did to him and what it could mean.
‘Just remember, at least it’s not Anzu here, her or that Namu kid. Don’t think
he would last too long against this nut case. You’ve been a street punk too long
to wimp out now.’ Again, he tried the ropes wishing he had a knife to break free
and then stab the bastard holding him.
Laughter came from behind him, “Give up little one, I will get what I want...one
way or another.”
A body came into Jounouchi’s view; this guy was huge! ‘No way was that guy the
one talking...’ Jounouchi thought, “that voice was too, too seductive...’ As the
form in front of him raised the item in his hand, Jounouchi felt power, pure in
form coursing through him and then again the sweet blackness.
“What do you want to do with him, Master?” the large form asked.
“Untie him; take him to my room for now.” Marik stepped out from behind the
chair, “Not like he can do anything on his own now is it,” his laughter filled
the air sending fear through the one slave he never had to use the Millennium
Rod on.
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