First it was Vengeance

First it was Vengeance

Chapter 1

*WARNING! Rape! Well…. Twisted semi-con…. Whatever, I’m a
bith so let us get on with it. This is fiction, actual rape is vulgar and disgusting,
this doesn’t actually hurt anyone and anime characters heal quicker.*

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh, I wouldn’t be a poor student so OBVIOUSLY
I do not own any of it… It’s a shame tho…

“Don’t bite your lip,” Pharaoh Atemu scolded his defeated
High Priest. In the process of attempting to seize power from Atemu, Seth had
sent his great dragons against the Pharaoh who only survived the first assault
because his koi, Yuuigi, had thrown himself in the way. Atemu was furious with
the Priest for taken his lover way. Yuuigi may have been a slave but had also
been Atemu closest confidant and dear koi. With the help of his Dark Magician,
Atemu had defeated High Priest Seth and had immediately stripped Seth of his
powers over the Shadows, and he had taken the dragons. In his rage Pharaoh Atemu
had also declared that Seth would be his sex slave to replace Yuuigi. It was
Atemu’s intention to execute the murderer after he achieved this vengeance.

The Pharaoh played with the disgraced High Priest’s sacs and smirked
when he was rewarded with a stifled moan. He continued to play with Seth until
the bastard gave a defeated cry and cummed. Pharaoh gathered up some of Seth’s
seed and murmured in his ear and stroked Seth’s rod again. “You
will be my sex slave tonight; you are no High Priest here.” Pharaoh smirked
as Seth cringed and stiffened. The once proud priest had no more control, and
the brunette knew it. While Seth had healed from the interrogations Atemu’s
temper had cooled and he had decided he would be very gentle with Seth, he would
make him enjoy there nights, the ultimate humiliation.

Atemu coated Seth’s puckered entrance with the priest’s own seed
before forcing a well coated finger into the passage. Seth’s whole body
seized, and he cried out in pain. Pharaoh reminded himself to keep control,
the purpose of this vengeance was not to make Seth physically suffer, that had
already been seen to. This vengeance was to thoroughly humiliate Seth. When
the priest had no more self-respect left, then Atemu will have achieved his
goal. Another finger joined the first and Pharaoh began to scissor the digits,
stretching then slender priest’s hole with care.

‘Aside from the cane, Seth has never been taken before, at least not
frequently. He’s so tight.’ Atemu felt an unexpected craving to
seek out the tight, warm passage for pleasure, rather than vengeance.

“You feel like velvet, Seth. My slender whore.” Seth shuttered at
Atemu’s words and silky, deep voice. “You will replace he who you
killed, in my bed.” He kissed up Seth’s back and paused when Seth
sighed despite himself. Pharaoh scissored his fingers again, before adding a
third finger, stretching Seth to the point that the slender priest hissed in
discomfort. “This is going to hurt, whore. But I will take you to the
highest peaks of pleasure.”

“No!” Pharaoh was surprised by the sudden cry.

“Yes, Seth, yes. You will moan and cry for me, you will beg me to fuck
you more, and harder. You will scream my name when you cum.”

“No!”

“Yes!” Pharaoh withdrew his fingers and flipped Seth onto his stomach
and reassured himself that the magically shackles would keep Seth where he was.

“NO!” Seth wailed as Atemu spread his cheeks and slowly pressed
in. To further humiliate the nude, prostrated priest, Atemu did not even bother
to remove his kilt. Seth suddenly fought him but there was not point. The shackles
held, all attempts to escape were in vain, and he was already violated. Atemu
was already inside his unyielding body and slowly forcing himself deeper. With
each thrust and withdraw Atemu drove deeper until he was completely inside the
disgraced High Priest. Neither moved now that Atemu was fully imbedded. Seth
was frozen and silently sobbing, the pain was intense but lesson, Seth did not
want the pain to lessen, he wanted pain; he wanted to assure himself that he
would not enjoy any of this. He wasn’t sure he could cope with pleasure;
he fought the bounds, and prayed to Ra that it would be over soon. Though Seth
was certain the gods had abandoned him. Pharaoh groaned, Seth was so tight,
more so than Atemu had thought, almost painfully so. He began to thrust faster
but still slower than he really desired. Seth whimpered pathetically as Atemu
jerked the taller man onto his hands and knees. In one thrust Atemu drove himself
into the depths of Seth’s body and began to thrust faster, and harder.

“Oh!” Seth moaned with surprise as Atemu found his prostrate and
began to hit it over and over. “Ra!” Atemu smiled and nipped Seth’s
neck and sucked his ear. “Pharaoh…” “Yes, Seth. Cry
for me.” Atemu took hold of Seth’s hips with almost bruising force,
and thrust deeper into Seth, harder into him, making his chest hit the bed at
each thrust, and Seth moaned, despite himself, with every one. His body enjoyed
this despite his mind’s cries against it. Seth arched, meeting each thrust
with his own, trying desperately to be penetrate deeper. Atemu withdrew to the
tip, and though he kept up the speed of his thrusts, he did not drive too deep.
Seth whimpered desperately.

“Beg me, Seth!”

“No,” Seth’s voice was hoarse and thick with need. “No…”

“Beg me!” Yami left only the tip of his member in the shaking priest.
“Beg me whore!”

“No!” Seth sobbed and jerked, trying to force Atemu deeper, trying
to fill the screaming need of his body. Atemu pushed him down, he kept his tip
in but also successfully pinned the brunette’s hips to the bed. “Damn
you! Please…”

“Please what? Tell me what you want, my long-legged whore!”

“Damn you! Damn you!”

“That won’t get you anything.” Atemu started to withdraw himself
entirely.

“No! Please! More! Please, Ra more!”

“More? What do you want more of?”

“Damn it! More! Fuck me, you bastard!”

“Fuck you? Yes, I’ll fuck you, you murderous wretch!” Atemu
drove himself to the hilt once more, a little too hard though, Seth cried out
in pain rather than pleasure. The Pharaoh regained controlled quickly and slowly
pumped himself in and out of Seth’s depths and groaned as the lithe body
beneath him squeezed him just right. Pharaoh Atemu made certain to keep his
thrust so, very light; so, very slow. Seth squirmed, his head jerking form side
to side as he attempted to quicken Atemu’s thrusts. He couldn’t
make any really affect with his hips still kept pinned by Atemu’s clenching
and unclenching hands.

“Faster,” Seth’s voice was barely more than a whisper.

“What was that?” Atemu smirked, obviously hearing the demand.

“Faster!” Seth’s voice was more urgent, and he moaned wantonly
as Atemu sped slightly.

“Like that?” Yami relished the control, the humiliation, and the
feel of Seth. “Or do you want something more?”

“Faster! Ra! Faster! Oh! Yes, just like that! Please! Ra, please keep
doing THAT! Ra, yes! Faster! Harder!”

“You’re a wanton bitch, Seth!” Atemu gave him what he wanted
though, knowing that the fact that Seth had begged him would humiliate Seth,
would break him.

“Pharaoh…” Seth gasped as Atemu pulled him back up and began
pumping his member; he was so close to cumming, the feelings were just too much.
“Pharaoh!”

“My name, Seth,” Atemu demanded pumping him harder, driving deeper,
pulling his torso up and biting the back of his neck enough to bruise. “Cry
my name!”

“Atemu!” Seth cummed with great force all over the sheets and with
a great many tears for his loss. His loss of self respect, of pride. Atemu let
him fall to the soiled sheets. Seth’s once strong voice broke “Atemu…”

Seth’s screams sent Atemu over the edge and he thrust like a man possessed,
his body demanding to be in the deepest reaches of Seth’s passage. He
bellowed his release as he gave one last powerful thrust and came so deep in
the priest whose body shook with the force of the thrust and of the release
into his body. Slowly, Atemu withdrew, watching his semen and some blood leak
from Seth’s red, and likely sore body. There were bruises on Seth’s
narrow hips from where he had gripped them so hard. Something had come over
him and Atemu stroked Seth’s back.

“That’s my beautiful whore. I always knew you were a beauty, Slender
Dragon, but you are even more radiant when you lie beneath me glistening, and
smelling of sex.”

“Stop humiliating me,” Seth muttered weakly into the sheets.

“Like it or not, Seth,” Atemu released the magiced shackles and
flipped the exhausted priest onto his back, and sat on the taller man’s
hips, and pinned his wrists above his head with one hand, Seth looked away.
“You are my pleasure slave now. You will come to me when I call for you,
and I will take my pleasure fro you. I will reinstate you as High Priest but,
Seth, if you ever betray me again, I will send you to the most torturous depths
of the Shadow Realm.”



Atemu took his free hand and used it to force Seth to look at him by holding
his chin. He hated that Seth’s eyes were red and that there were twin
path’s of tears on his face. The Pharaoh kissed the tears away and got
up and walked to his personal bath. “Get yourself cleaned up, and be ready
when I call next.” Atemu needed time to think, why had he just given Seth
a reprieve?

Seth wasted no time throwing on his ropes and rushing as quickly as he could
in his sore state to his chambers of the palace. On the palette by the window
Mokuba lay asleep. Quietly Seth snuck into his own bathroom and looked about
for vessels of water. Without magic, Seth could not heat up the water, but he
really didn’t care, he just wanted to feel clean, and a lot less sore.

“Why are you having a cold bath, Nii-san?” Seth nearly jump out
of the bath he had only just slipped into when Mokuba, who was not only his
servant, but also secretly, his brother.

“I just need a bath.”

“People are saying the Pharaoh is going to kill you.”

“He isn’t.”

“Really?” Seth sighed, Mokuba was so easily excited sometimes. “Why
not?”

“His found another way to punish me that satisfies him more.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s not important.”

Mokuba understood why Seth did not want to tell him, after all, it was humiliating
and everyone said it was not business of a child but Mokuba had already heard
all about it from other servants. Not to mention Seth’s clothes smelt
like sex…

“I’ll take your clothes to the laundry.”

With that, Seth was alone. He sank completely into the cold water and relished
to numbing effect it had on his body. How long would Pharaoh do this? How long
would Seth’s sanity survive it?

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I’m a bit of a twisted author…. You should see what I do to my OWN
characters.

In any case, review if you want to but flame me and I will eviscerate you. Constructive
criticism appreciated.

Hella, Queen of the Underworld