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You had heard the rumors of the Raiden Shogun's merciless demeanor, but it was completely different now that you were on the receiving end of it. Her eyes were dim, but cold. It was like staring at an eastward glacier at dusk, out of reach of the golden light of the sun. You found yourself shifting nervously on your feet, fighting the urge to avert your eyes.
This was the first time the Shogun herself had stepped onto the battlefield, and once the Resistance had been effectively wiped out, she had found the nearest survivor and taken him.
Unfortunately, that survivor had been you.
So here you stood, making terrifying eye contact with the perpetuator of eternity herself, without a guard in sight. You doubted she needed the protection, but the silence was deafening. You briefly wondered if this was some sort of intimidation tactic, but she spoke before you could ponder the matter further.
"The Resistance had been quelled," the goddess intoned. "And to the victor goes the spoils."
You were silent, unsure if a request for clarification was appropriate.
"Something is on your mind. Speak," the Raiden Shogun commanded.
"What do you want from me?" your voice was small in the face of divinity. "What did you mean by 'to the victor goes the spoils...?'"
"You should know by now that as the god of this land, my word is law, and my law is absolute," the Raiden Shogun replied. "You will stay in Tenshukaku and serve me however I see fit."
... Ah. So you were trapped in servitude, then. Practically a slave.
You blinked back tears. Now was not the time to cry. That could happen later, when there was no god to watch you crumble.
"As for your Vision," she continued. "You may keep it, though my kindness is conditional. Cause any problems, and it will be seized, though I would rather not quell the fire within you in that manner."
Your eyes darted back up to hers, confused. She lifted her chin, looking down her nose at you.
"I will crush your resolve myself."
***
Your cell, if you could even call it that, was a lavish suite, though the bars on the windows, the locks on the doors, and the lack of anything that could be used as an escape method or a weapon made its function very clear. The food and drink you were given were also of high quality and nutrition.
You never quite managed to fully understand the purpose behind this treatment. You knew that growing comfortable and letting your guard down was the intention, but for what? Would you be tortured? Killed? What was the point? You were a servant now, but you did nothing. The situation was so convoluted that it nearly drove you mad.
Eventually, you lost track of time. Every day was the same, and counting meals ended up being a fruitless endeavor. What was the point, anyway? Nothing was changing. Either way, you were trapped.
The answer came in the form of foreign, yet familiar heat throughout your body after a meal. Every part of you was sensitive, and you felt aroused, of all things. You were conflicted, wondering if you should do something about it, but your mind was occupied with thoughts of why or how this could be happening. Was your food laced, or perhaps your drink? Had too much time passed since you had last taken care of yourself?
It was an awkward situation, that was for sure. You briefly wondered if you should grab one of the towels from the bathroom attached to your cell, but at that point you couldn't think of anything other than alleviating the heat coursing through you.
You freed your cock from your trousers and briefly mourned the lack of any kind of lubricant. You'd have to make do without it. You very nearly came the moment you touched yourself, but you couldn't bother to be embarrassed when you were overwhelmed with need.
You were about to move your hand when you heard the door open. You frantically moved to find something, anything to cover up, but the Raiden Shogun herself was standing at the foot of your bed before you could do anything.
Your face burned with shame as she raked her eyes down your body. You opened your mouth to apologize, to beg for any kind of lenience, but she spoke over anything you could have said.
"It came into effect quicker than I thought," she mused. "I thought I was going to have to wait a bit."
"Wh-What?" you breathed. This... she had planned this?
You pressed back against the headboard as she climbed onto the bed, crawling up until she was straddling your thighs. It was then you noticed that she was only wearing a simple kimono, one that could be easily taken off. The clothes you wore were simple as well, though you had never questioned it. Now you knew what they were for—easy access.
The Raiden Shogun removed her kimono in a few smooth movements, casting them to the side before turning violet eyes on your own clothes. Your breath quickened as she removed your shirt before pulling your trousers off as well, your undergarments following soon after.
You found yourself completely bare beneath your goddess and captor, but whatever she had drugged you with was in full effect. All you could think about was your ever-growing arousal. As it turned out, she was thinking of it as well, based on how she blocked you from reaching for your cock again, shuffling forward until it was trapped between your bodies.
"Don't forget that you belong to me," she told you. "If you wish to keep your Vision and the accommodations you have been provided, you will stay still and give me control."
Right. She could take your Vision. And you could end up in worse quarters, perhaps an actual cell. Only your sense of self-preservation kept you still beneath her.
Without another word, she moved back, taking your cock in her mouth in one go. Startled, you yelped, bucking up. With a glare, she pressed your hips back down and you remembered her orders.
Stay still. Let me take control.
You repeated the words in your mind like a prayer as you came closer and closer to an orgasm.
Right as you were about to come, however, she pulled away. You whined, but otherwise kept your mouth shut.
"Not yet," the goddess said. "I'm not done with you."
You focused on your breathing, on the silken sheets beneath you, on anything other than her. Your captor, the reason for this torment. You were about to be violated by the goddess you were meant to trust to have your best interests at heart. No matter what you tried, no outcome would be good.
You were almost tempted to let her take your Vision, if it meant that you'd be free from the stress of it all.
The pressure on your legs lightened as the Raiden Shogun leaned back, reaching for something you couldn't see. When she placed a bag down on the bed, you felt a chill run down your spine. What was in that thing?
Well, there were ropes in there, for one, as you soon found out. The hum of the first signs of lightning startled you, and you arched your back to escape the shock. There was no shock, though, and you realized your folly when your wrists were seized and tied behind you.
You were stiff with fear, breaths shallow and quick as the Raiden Shogun once again leaned away to pull something out of the bag. You whimpered when you realized it was a gag, but didn't fight when it was fastened around your head, rendering you unable to speak.
You understood the logic behind what she was doing. She wanted a toy that wouldn't—couldn't—fight or cry out for help. Her weight on your legs was enough to pin them, though if she moved she'd have to tie those too.
The final blow to your dignity was a ring she slid down your cock, preventing you from reaching your own release—even after she'd already edged you!
Upon surveying her work, the Raiden Shogun seemed satisfied, sitting back to give some attention to her own arousal. You watched with no small amount of fascination and arousal as she worked herself up, seemingly stopping when she was at the edge as well. She then turned her attention back towards you. Though her thighs trembled a bit, she was able to move forward and position herself above your cock.
"Behave," she warned you, and sunk down onto your cock, not stopping until she was seated all the way. If you weren't ringed, you were sure you'd have come just from the feeling alone, with or without the drugs. She stayed where she was for a few moments, seemingly savoring the feeling. When she began moving her hips, effectively using you as a sex toy, you couldn't help but moan through the gag, hips matching her movements. She didn't stop you, lost in her own pleasure.
When she came on your cock, clenching down hard and moaning loudly, you desperately wished that you could come as well, but to no avail. Besides, you were astonished that this was happening to you at all.
The Raiden Shogun, the goddess of Inazuma herself, was fucking herself on your cock. Had made herself come on your cock.
She had raped you. She had captured you and put you in a glorified cell and fucking raped you.
Although you knew this was wrong, knew that this was a fucked up situation, whatever she had drugged you with was melting your brain, and all you wanted in that moment was more. More of her, more of the drug, more of anything so long as it came from her.
And she knew it, too, based on the look in her eyes, the way she stayed seated on your cock like she owned it—and you supposed that in a way, she did. She knew she had you, at least in this moment.
So when she leaned forward, undoing the gag to kiss you, you did nothing, said nothing as your mind and body were used and warped to fit what she wanted from you. When she began riding you again, using your body to get off with no regard for your own pleasure, you let her. There was no point in fighting.
When she climbed off of you and removed the ring, you let her wrap her delicate hands around your cock and get you off.
You had never felt as helpless as you did then, coming from her touch. She stroked you through it, wiping her hands on the sheets before redressing and leaving you alone, debauched and humiliated.
It was then, after being reduced to nothing but a sex toy for a goddess, that you finally shed tears for your predicament.
***
Days had passed since that night.
You no longer touched the food you were given. You drank water only when you felt you were on the verge of passing out. Though you were hungry, you didn't want to risk being helpless like that night again.
Deep down, you knew that starving yourself would also render you vulnerable, but you would rather be weak with a clear mind than be weak with a drugged one.
The Raiden Shogun hadn't come back since then. Maybe she had forgotten about you. Maybe she had left you to die. Maybe she was waiting for you to finally eat something. You hoped she'd never return. You hoped you'd die before she could touch you again.
It was on the fifth day that you finally cracked. You didn't eat all of the meal you were given, but it was enough that you didn't feel sick. You desperately hoped it wasn't laced with anything.
You were wrong.
If anything, the dosage was even higher than before, and it was pure torture. It was barely arousal at this point, just searing heat that burned your body and clouded your mind. If you were hydrated enough to be able to cry from the pain, you would have.
So there you laid, writhing in agony with dry sobs wracking your body. You felt like you were dying. It hurt like hell, but deep down, there was a desire for the touch of another. It didn't even have to be sexual—you just wanted—no, needed—someone to touch you.
So when the Raiden Shogun entered your room, a familiar bag slung over her shoulder, you were grateful.
She didn't gag you this time. She just tied your hands behind your back and ringed you once more as she rode you. She got off four times before she paid you any heed, and all you could think to do was thank her for it. Thank her for bothering to come see you, thank her for touching you, thank her for even thinking you were worth her time.
She took your gratitude wordlessly, though this time she stuck around rather than leaving you alone. She didn't untie you, opting to wrap her arms around you as she laid by your side. One of her legs was slung over yours, and her breasts pushed up against your arm. It was oddly domestic for the hell you had just gone through, but you couldn't be bothered to question it as you finally fell unconscious.
You later awoke to her atop you again, this time free to come whenever you wished, but at this point you were too tired to care. You just fell right back asleep.
***
When you finally started eating regularly again, you resigned yourself to whatever the Raiden Shogun wanted to subject you to that day or night. You couldn't be bothered to care about what she did anymore, not after the first two times. The panic and pain were still there, just muted.
By the fifteenth time (not that you were counting), she had left you unbound and free to speak. By the twenty-second time, you were fucking her rather than the other way around. By the thirty-seventh time, you were eagerly awaiting her.
Eventually, you were moved out of your cell and allowed to reside in her own quarters. Whatever ambition you had first received your Vision for was dead and gone by that point, so taking it wouldn't have done a thing. You were permitted to keep it anyways, just for the principle of the thing.
You didn't even need to be drugged anymore, always willing to please your goddess.
You were happy here.