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You wondered into Warabihime's personal quarters. Your head was alight with questions. You had almost convinced yourself that there was a conspiracy to keep her on top. She was hardly charming or what one would call talented. Wickedly beautiful yes, but artistically gifted or musically inclined no. She was mediocre at best and that's what seemed to stump you. There was a billion pretty girls in Yoshiwara, each one more youthful and skillful then the next. But all the top courtesans seemed to resign, move away or otherwise disappear.
A few of them you knew, not well, but had knowledge of. Yet there was something about her, her pristine skin and those emerald eyes, that still seemed to draw men in despite her cold demeanour and unwelcoming stare. Meanwhile making the biggest name for herself in the area.
It made you wonder if she was in league with something evil.
But of course you would have to gather all your evidence first and perhaps report back to the demon slayer corps with your findings
She had to be here. As a local you knew the ins and outs of the red light well enough to know where the top Orian spent her leisure time. She had to be here. If she wasn't who knows where else she would be? Seeing a client perhaps? Who knew, but she knew with the Orian's agressive and toxic attitude she would only get an answer about what she knew about the disappearances now. After dusk when she would wake to begin her processions. You were functioning on mere suspicion alone, so what would it hurt asking her a few questions? She knew her business and the local girls enough to know a thing or two about how things worked. Perhaps she had information you didn't or insights you hadn't considered.
She slid open the wooden sliding door slipping into the wide pitch black room. With almost no signs of life, or light she supposed she was wrong after all and the Orian was elsewhere. But she could perhaps be still wrapped up in her futon somewhere. Only when breaching further into the darkness, keeping against the wall, so she didn't knock anything, did she realise how truly demented this all was. She was trespassing on private property to ask about some troublesome wayward girls. Her hands reached out in the darkness, maneuvering around objects and seeking out the bedroom. But this residence was like a palace, long corridors and empty rooms that seemed like pointless decoration and a show of wealth. It was so humid and claustrophobic, not in that the rooms were packed or small, not by any means.
But it seemed like it was void of any windows or natural light to speak of. You would have killed for even some moonlight to guide your way, but the walls were hilariously opaque, you would go as far as to say they were thick. Rich people would never cease to surprise you with their taste in decor. You swore you could hear the tip tapping of bare feet on tatami, but stupidly fast, it could easily be the tapping of rain on the roof maybe. You pressed on into a room that seemed wider than the others, as soon as you entered you froze, the figure catching you off guard your heart beating like a base drum.
"Oh, I'm sorry Miss Warabihime, you startled me. I hoped to catch you alone." Your hand grasped tensly at your chest, loosened. Dropping your head in reprieve as your breathing started to slow back down.
Your eyes tried desperately to become accustom to the darkness, you squinted, but all you could seem to discern is a tall figure holding an item in each hand. You could feel their eyes on you just silently staring for way too long. Creepy.
Your ears pricked up at a higher pitch male chuckle that rang out from across the room. In a blink, the figure had gotten closer, uncomfortably close. You could now clearly see the sickly inhuman complexion of pale grey skin and eye to eye with a thick muscular upper body. Bones, you swear you could definitely see protruding bones. How and what was this thing?
But there was no way you were waiting around to find out. You backtracked a few steps, planning to floor it back the way you came. This was wrong, this was so so wrong.
Before you could make it 2 feet he grabbed your neck hard in one hand and flexed his knuckle playfully.
His eyes were wide in a crazed almost elated manner, cocking his head.
"Hay, where you going so soon? I swear I heard someone creeping around where they weren't supposed to and look here you are."
He casually scratched the skin off his cheek with his other hand. There was red blood underneath and the skin came off like paper.
You could feel his grip tighten, sqeezing harder and harder until I could feel my eyes budging in the sockets. I wheezed and gargled clutching at the giant hand to get some air. Scratching and pulling until he let me pathetically fall to the floor terrified panting.
"W-w-what are you?"
"What do you think I am? Think reeeaal hard."
His eyes narrowed a little to dramatazise his derision, tensing his forehead and bending down into a crouch. He began to grasp my head hard between too giant hands and shook vigorously.
The clutching was painful, the nails pressed into my skin and I was getting dizzy. But he seemed amused at my obvious discomfort and building fear. I honestly didn't know how I was still alive. This guy was huge.
"I-I swear I didn't mean any harm. I just wanted to talk to..."
I shook my head and tried to find a way to move my face from staring right up close into his own.
"I just wanted to talk to..."
He repeated mockingly.
"Try to be a little less stupid. You don't have any reason to sneak into my sister's house at nightfall, she doesn't know you."
His hand felt its way down your curves, pressing and needing into the curvier bits of flesh as he went, ever so slowly, until it stroking it's way down to your katanas ornate saya, before leaning on his crouched knees.
"My, my what a pretty looking katana? Was your objective to kill us then? You merry little idiot."
My face went from a gaping stutter to shut tight in seconds as I settled on looking downwards, the constant eye contact was unearving and his movements even more so.
I was caught off guard I couldn't help, but feel a deep sense of shame. I dunno why I let the words of a demon bother me, especially if I was about to die. They just were straight cutting and to the point, the confidence and playful touching was so taunting. I would have rather had his teeth in my flesh, if that was possible without a death wish.
"I-I didn't know Daki had a Brother. I don't even know your name... I've lived here all my life and I've never even seen you before." You said quietly, so quietly barley any sound came out at all. Almost as an afterthought after the days events.
"Gyutaro. I guess you hadn't been paying attention all those years." He continued his eye contact was heated and intense, I swear that weird amber hue would burn it's way into my very soul. I gulped audibly and shook like a leaf. "I bet you got more than you bargained for." He teased.
"Are you going to kill me?" I wailed, sneaking a look back up at those pale irises, before dropping my gaze again. I could feel my knees knocking together, threatening to give way under me, as every inch of me continued to tremble. I stared mesmorised at the floor, not even really looking more like gazing into the middle distance.
"With prejudice." He replied, sneering with a wide smile consisting of two rows of sharp teeth finishing off the words with a low hiss.
I realised I was in danger but I don't think it quite hit me that my life would be snuffed out until that one moment. My world collapsed in on itself and I became hysterical.
I fell onto my knees and let out a yelp I was keeping in, the sobbing started at a trickle before drowning out my features in messy wet splotches.
"Please, please you can't, please. Please don't kill me. I don't want to die.
I'll do anything, anything at all. Anything you ask, please. I just want to live, I beg you, have mercy."
My lips were quivering and my entire face was reddening, my kimono and face were soaked in giant thick tears. The ugly trails seemed carved into to my face as tears flowed down the same path over and over, they showed no signs of stopping. I felt like I was gonna fall from the weight of all the stress and panic, my head fell forward and my hands grasped at his baggy pants desperately.
"Please."
What I wasn't expecting was for him to burst into rapturous laughter. But he began laughing so exhaustingly and dramatically it seemed almost painful, he knocked a tensed knuckle into his abs to steady himself and rocked back onto the balls of his feet adequately balancing himself and making sure he didn't fall forward. As he laughed beads of spit hit my cheeks. His brows furrowed.
"This is the most pathetic display I have ever seen, your part of the demon slayer corps? You have barely even taken your katana out of its holster and your already begging me to spare your life. I couldn't think of anything more pitiful ahaha ha. I don't know how you can call yourself human, more like a snivelling ant, crawling its way out from under my foot. You have no fight, no will to live. I can see it in your eyes, your already resigned to your fate. You are an absolute disgrace."
I closed my eyes and my face tensed up and flinched at the harsh words it was as if they were hitting me physically. Making their way to my very core. Deep inside I think I believed those words myself, but hearing them said to me, screamed into my face hurt my wilting ego beyond comprehension.
"Fortunately."
He paused for a moment. "I love anything that's pathetic, disgraceful, and disgusting like you." Gyutaro could clearly see she was in her early 20's maybe late teens at a push. He thought back to the suppleness of her flesh. Not pudgy, but not lithe either, shaply.
"Anything at all you say? Would you truly do anything, if I would spare your miserable life?"
"Yes, yes anything, anything at all. Anything you ask of me. You replied, nodding enthusiastically." You didn't exacallly know what he was alluding to, but literally anything else would be better than dying. Except killing humans yourself of course, but by his wording you assume he was just taking pity on you, that he had a soft spot for helpless scum.
He stood up to his full height and itched behind his neck, as the epidermis parted there rang a loud ripping sound, wet bloody flesh tearing.
"I don't get much action around here, as you would assume most women are disgusted at the sight of me. But that doesn’t really matter, Daki doesn't let me out of her sight except to practice fighting in this place. So it's not like I can go abducting, paying, fucking and killing at random, I spend most of my time inside her, while we feed."
"In-inside her?"
"Encased inside her flesh." The way flesh rolled off his long tounge with those gagged sharp teeth sent shivers down my spine, and continued to make me feel uneasy.
What would stop him from just killing me anyway? Maybe that was the intention, perhaps he just needed a warm living body to fuck that wouldn't wriggle too much and try to run away. You supposed that would be better than beating the living shit out of you, with bones protruding out of the sockets. But you were sure he could hold you down without harming you if he really wanted to take you by force, even if you did struggle. You didn't really understand why you needed to agree to this, when you obviously didn't want this either way. You were in no way attracted to him, in fact looking at him made your skin crawl and left your stomach feeling sick. He was a demon abomination.
The way he looked at you. That intense stare, the intimidation. You wondered what he had been thinking all this time. Gazing down at you like you were a piece of meat.
"I-I I don't know if I can. I know I said anything, but not that. Anything, but that. You-you'd break my bones like twigs."
"I could give a damn about what you can do you lowly insect. All I need is a twitching hole to fuck. Make your decision, my mouth is starting to water and the more time goes by, your starting to look a lot more like food."
"I-I I'll do it. I'll do it, if you promise to let me go unharmed."
"I never agreed to that."
"What I-"
He gave a knowing smirk with sharp teeth and crushed my hand under his bare foot, turning his foot around and increasing the pressure for good measure. One of the hands that was holding me up on my knees. I immediatly buckled and screamed in pain rolling up into the fetal position and protecting my injured limb. I didn't know if my carpal bones were broken but every finger seemed bent out of place and it was agony to move them. They were at least broken if not completely shattered. I started sobbing again, groaning in pain, closing my eyes and wishing that it was all a bad dream.
"There's something very soothing and erotic about screams once you hear them for so long, a 100 years too long. Carving out flesh and killing your victim in the most pain inducing way, is how I've always liked to see it done. Something soothing about hurting those weaker than you when they can't hurt you back. Especially someone so beautiful. Such beauty, I'll never have. I can't bare sex without it anymore."
You mearly wailed and sobbed, you were in so much pain you couldn't breathe through your screams, squeaks and hisses of pain. You were barly paying attention to anything Gyutaro was saying to you. All you cared about is that he was a monster inside and out and you wanted so badly to get out of here.
You gritted your teeth as he sadistically pulled you along the house by your hair. You at least managed to stand on your feet, staggering to follow so it didn't feel like your hair was gonna come out of it's roots. He tossed you onto a double futon, like a bag of trash. You landed on your damaged hand letting out a soundless scream as you doubled over in pain.
He was assembling a faded white rope gathering it in loops around his arm, from some sort of storage area you assumed. You were stuck on your bad hand and you honestly wanted to move as little as humanly possible.
"Stop screaming you sad sack. Your voice is gonna go hoarse soon."
He said with a bored irritated expression. You wondered if he cared about your throat at all, probably not, it was probably the availability of sounds and reactions he cared about.
His eyes widened a little more in concentration and interest as he began tying the ropes tight around your body. A loop around your neck, around both your tits under over and inbetween then pulled tight by squeezing both your arms to your sides. He also bound both your thighs to your legs, leaving you in a kneel and unable to move. He avoided your hand and you managed to keep it above ground, thank goodness for small mercies.
He began slapping your tits about in they bound vulnerable state. Up and down, when that became too boring he would repeatedly slap on the same patch of skin over and over and over. You decided it was better not to make noises in fear anymore and only react to pain. You might have been building up a pain tolerance after the start of the nights abuse. You could feel the pain of the first few slaps, but it wasn't reaction worthy. But when repeated slaps acclimated to the same area and the flesh reddened that was when you started to let out squeaks and wails of pain. He didn't stop until the top of your tits were adequately painted red with the flushing of blood on your skin. You were panting and flushed. Before you were turned onto your front, as your hand touched the futon you screamed out in reaction to the agony. Before he started spanking your arse same as before repeatedly and with little pain at first before the spanks started to pile up and you wriggled and clenched your teeth, stuck tight on your knees with your face in the futon. Your arse and tits were as red as cherries abused and raw from damage. They were sore and felt hot and feverish to the touch. Yet still you could tell he was holding back, you knew he had the ability to shatter and crack bones with mearly a modicum of his true strength. It was like he was playing with you, making more superficial kinds of damage to make your pain last and your torture ongoing. Flipping you over again he lifted your thighs and legs up in the air, still strapped together, your back fell against the futon. He spread your legs in either direction opening up your legs so he could see your delicate flower.
"Don't D-Don't Please I-"
"Save it, you disgusting worm. This is what we agreed to. I'm pretty sure I made my methods quite clear. I honestly don't feel sorry for you. In fact I'm happy you came here."
He lifted his hand up, this time you actually looked up to see him raise his hand way above his head and bring it down on your pussy lips.
Even the first slap was senstive burning agony, after the 5th you were begging again, by the 20th your tears were soiling the white ropes that bound your neck. When he pried open your pussy lips he handled them so gentle, when he had finally stopped, he rubbed what little glistening juices were gathered on your pussy just from attention alone. From where your pussy was to the top near your clitorous. He laid between your spread legs to get a closer look at your senstive pearl. Flicking and nipping the senstive area, you couldn't bare to look anymore, lifting your head up and closing your eyes, preparing for pain.
One of his hands spread your intimate area wide open, while the other delivered more painful slaps to your most private and sensitive of places. You screamed and yelped out in pain as usual, but this kind of pain was different, you could feel the throbbing pain continue even after his slap had finished, like your own body was torturing you with its own biology. Your eyes were sore and red raw from crying yet your body still managed to continue pumping out tears. When he stopped the relief that washed over you almost made up for the torture you had endured- almost. You didn't understand how he liked inflicting this kind of pain onto others. His inside was almost as rotten as his outside being attractive wouldn't change anything.
You could finally see light, you prayed it would be the light of the sun, you didn't know how many hours it had been, but you suddenly longed for sunlight. Opening your eyes you saw only the tiniest of candles handled tenderly in his hand it was a bold red colour unlike the rope. Such a tiny light, but you honestly preferred the room without it. Now you had finally got what you wanted. Seeing the monster that was inflicting pain on you was difficult to bear. Pale skin, with black splotches all over his body and face made him look diseased and the green hair darkening into a dark black mould colour on top hardly helped. Bits of pieces of his face in the dark and close up was all you could see. When he was closer you could see his skelatal pelvis and spine a lot more, making the muscles look obscene by comparison. But you supposed it was only natural to see someone who was doing this to you in a bad light. But shaming him in your head for what he could not control did not make you feel better, it made you feel guilty and dirty. Monsters aren't in appearance monsters are on the inside.
The red wax dripped all over your tummy and arms, he took your damaged hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it as you wailed and cried out in pain, splattering a few drops on there too. He seemed ti target the spots that would bring you the most displeasure and you the most delight. Touching the raw redness of your breasts made you hiss and tremble the burning stopped after a while as the wax hardened and cooled. It was by far not the worst pain you had experienced tonight. Turning on your tummy it was looking like all your body was going to be decorated in order of how he had reddened them. You clenched your teeth and pressed your head deep into the cold blankets bellow dreading having your legs spread again. When he finally turned you over and you saw the orange glow right over your delicate pussy you shot him a wounded look. Not that it would do anything but you felt helpless to do anything otherwise. That area was so goddamn senstive that when the burning came down on your red raw labia you rocked in your bindings and desperately pulled and flexed your shoulders to try and concentrate on something anything else.
He pulled you up so your raw butt was sat on his knees, your thighs tied and laying uselessly at either side. Using one hand to balance you in place he then used it to produce the wax candle, the other hand prying open your pussy lips exposing your abused clit. You could feel the liquid heat rising up and hitting your bare pussy and your most senstive area. Even after everything else it was terrible, he seemed to find a new kind of damage to revel in inflicting on you. He brought it almost to touching distance to your clit making you cry out in pain and your body to attempt to wriggle to avoid the unending heat. You felt the heat lick at your body, teasing you with pain just like Gyutaro himself. His white fangs seemed to shine in the light of the candle, his eyes reflected the fire. To your relief he finally blew it out, secluding you both in darkness once again.
By now Gyutaro's cock was throbbing in his pants. His blue baggy pants were uncomfortably tight around his crotch area. He wiped off the sweat from his brow, after working with heat and becoming increasingly aroused. He squeezed and stroked his package through the material, before stripping off, even removing the patterned red cloth on his wrists and neck, opting to keep the ones on his biceps in place. When Gyutaro wasn't inflicting pain or thinking about the next way to inflict pain on another his face was less elated, everyday tasks seemed to bore him so now. Thrills and domination was like a drug he was slowly becoming addicted to over a small number of girls he had participated in illicit activities with. When they left limping and badly damaged, maybe with a few less intact limbs. It wasn't a surprise no one ever found out. They were too scared of the consequences of what would happen if they told on him. If this is what he did when he was in a good mood, one could scarcely imagine the sort of things he would do to someone if they made him mad or wronged him. A slow painful death would be the long and short of it. Just the thought made his toes curl and his cock throb. That much power over someone when one has been powerless for too long is addictive, one could get drunk off of it. Hurting others in more abundance then they had ever hurt him was him getting his own back on the world for what they all did.