Thief King's Sexcapade

Note: This is an interactive series, so this has nothing to do with chapter one. For simplicity's sake I'm making this a chapter by chapter series. Also, this chapter has some bondage and bloodplay. Also some coarse languange.


Bakura's Sadism


Two beats and you move to the music, the band loud enough to almost cause your eardrums to burst. You don't care though, you just enjoy it and dance in the mass crowd. Half the people around you are either naked or clad quite heavilly in leather, but this doesn't bother you. After all, this is a bondage club. This dark room with its strobe lights and steady throbbing beat is almost a comfort to you, though you can't quite remember why you had suddenly decided to go. Your eyes flicker over the crowd, looking at the different people. As you do this gazing about you see a metallic-haired figure who catches your eye. His feet are adorned with heavy leather boots that are black in color, coming up to his knees beneathe the torn, tight leather pants. You gaze up and blush faintly at how well the pants show what he has waiting for someone, but shaking your head you look at the chains on his belt... or were the chains his belt in the end? You decide they are and continue to gaze up. The muscular abs look perfectly shaped beneathe the blood-red muscle-shirt, as well as the lightly broad chest. You smile faintly at the pale skinned male, his features sharp and alarming. He was handsome and wicked, darkness seeping from him like a hurricaine from the seas, but you don't care. Automatically you decided that you must meet him. You HAVE to meet him. So you slink through the crowd, following after him before you finally are face-to-face with him. Those lightly-colored lips curve into a smirk at you in you leather skirt and belly-shirt, your heels dangerous on the dance floor. Apparently he realizes your confusion at his being amused, the male reaching forward and taking your hand.

"Such a lovely, tender morsel. A surprise that no other master here has already claimed you as a pet." With that his lips touch your hand and you shudder. How good those lips would feel if...

"I am Bakura, a master within this club. No matter what your name was, my dear, you are now pet. MY pet." He continues in a low purr that shows his cunning. "Come with me, little one."

Without another word between you he leads you onward, his grip upon your wrist tight and strong. A small pained sound leaves you but you don't really care about it, it's perfectly fine in the end since you derive the faintest pleasure from it. He yanks you into a room and shoves you to the bed, smirking as the door closes and locks behind him. Immediately you sit up, shoes knocked off from the stumbling you had done. This was a faintly uncomfortable scene now to you as he moved forward, chocolate eyes with their intricate designs gazing at you with an unknown look. You cry out faintly as he slams you back down, his form looming over your own. He presses himself against you, grinding his groins against your own for a moment to give you the faintest hint of what he planned to do. Your cheeks burn with the blush that rose there, a soft sound leaving you as his lips capture yours in a deep kiss. You weren't used to this sensation, his soft lips clamping over yours still as his tongue slid in. You shiver as the tongue touches everything within your mouth, lightly grazing your gums and the roof of your delicate mouth, the same tongue suddenly constricting your own. A moan leaves you as this happens, his hands tracing down your form. For a moment he pulls you up to remove your shirt before he removes his own, smirking at how you stare at his form. He moves back down upon you, kisses hot and rough upon your neck. A gasp leaves you as he bites, a hand grasping at one of your breasts, twisting and massaging at it.

"No bra? I would bet that you don't even wear panties, my filthy little whore." He purrs into your ear with the darkest sneer you had seen in a while. He chuckles as you flush shamefully, the other having been right.

He moved down, softly breathing upon a nipple, his tongue tracing over it. You shudder at the small sensations before giving a cry of pleasure and surprise. He had slid in a single finger rather suddenly, thumb flicking over you clit. It seemed he didn't even tha that your skirt would be soiled, but at that imparticular moment neither did you. You were getting so into it your didn't realize you had been fumbling to undo his pants until his hand slapped yours. Frowning he removed a pillowcase from over the soft white pillow, using it to bind your hands behind your back. You gaze up at him in surprise and wonder, gasping and crying out again as he slides in two more fingers. You moan and whimper, it feeling so good as he stroked your insides and your clit. He mutters into your ear that you may release, a flush rising to your cheeks as you cry out, the release somewhat violent. He chuckles, cleaning his fingers by making you suckle them, a shamed blush rising to your cheeks again. Pulling away he smirks, taking a knife from his back pocket. He begins to play with you, randomly cutting here and there, teasing. You gasp and whimper at each little nick before he cuts deeply, drawing blood. He takes his hands and smears it over your form, eyes clouded lightly in his lust for you and the blood, his hands now soaked in the crimson liquid. He laps at the wounds now, gathering the blood, tasting in and loving it. He kisses you for a moment, dealing with his pants slightly as he makes you taste your own blood. Again he pull back, tossing the pants aside, a smirk upon his features.

"You may only release this time, little whorish pet, when you beg." He purrs into your ear once more.

You give a weak sound when the head lightly presses into you before it slowly slides in. It's warmth and intrusion is welcome now, a moan now leaving you as it slides in further. His cock is already large within you, larger than what you're used to. He rams in then, sliding in to that halfway point, making you cry out in pleasure. He grabs your hair, yanking your head back as he begins to kiss upon your neck. His pace set at three light thrusts and a fourth vicious one, he bites and teases your neck, breaking the skin somewhat. You whimper and moan, his form against yours so good. You hope he allows you to wrap you legs about his waist as you do so, a moment of surprise hitting you when he indeed allowed it. You moan again then as you realize it brought you closer together, your need for him to just take out his lust and fury on you great. It seems he realized this, for suddenly that massive cock rams into you completely, jarring you forward. A loud cry of ecstacy leaves you, the thrusts more vicious now and to the hilt. You feel wonderful but you feel like he might tear you apart. You feel the pressure start to form and you begin to wonder whether or not you should follow his orders. He slows then, you knowing that he knew. He knew that you were ready to cum and he wasn't going to let you so easilly.

"M-Master," you sob bitterly "Master Bakura, please let me cum. I need to so bad... please, PLEASE!!" You continue to sob softly in shame, but you cry out anyway as he rams deep into you again, harder and harder each time.

You release violently in a fit of moans, your moans becoming screams as he continues to thrust into you. His name of master leaves your hoarse throat before he purrs your name of pet, his own release violent in its rounds within you. A soft sigh leaves you at that, the other withdrawing and laying by you.

"You shall be my little whore and always I shall be your Master."