Slave of Destruction

Slave of Destruction

Hato chiisai

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh and blah blah blah blah blah…………. There. Done.

YAOI WARNING

This fic is hereby dedicated to Ryou-Bakura, or, on other sites, Bishoujo Shadow!!!

Chapter 2

Slave Breaking

Ryou moaned as he woke, and opened his eyes. His vision was blurred, but as it focused, he grew aware of several faces hanging over him.

“He’s waking!” One said. “Tell the Master that he will be fine.” One of the faces disappeared. “Where is his uniform?” Another face disappeared. Now, there was only one left. Ryou stared at her, and she smiled. “Hello. I am Khamaat, the Head Slave of the Palace of Storms. Welcome.” Ryou stared at her, confused. Then, everything came back to him in a rush. He was a slave. His father, his own father, had sold him into slavery! He was a slave belonging to Set!! Ryou rolled onto his side, hid his face, and cried. Khamaat sighed and gently stroked the naked boy’s side.

“Hush now. No tears.” She said, gently. “Iras, Kiya!” She called, and Ryou peeked out, seeing the two young women he had run from the night before. “You have his uniform?”

“Yes ma’am.” The girls said in unison, and came forward. Khamaat smiled and pulled Ryou into a sitting position, then wiped his tears from his cheeks.

“Easy now. Master will not be happy to see your face stained with tears. He wants to see you happy with a smile on your face.” Ryou’s gaze fell to the ground.

“He will not see that on me.” He said quietly, but firmly. “I will not smile for his sake.” Khamaat frowned.

“If Master tells you to smile, then you will smile. He is our Master, and now he is yours. You must do as he commands. Master will break a disobedient slave himself. He has broken many, but he prefers it if you obey willingly. You will not like it if he decides that you need to be broken.”

“He will not break me. He will never break me.” Ryou said, shaking his head.

“That is what Hemaka said.” Kiya murmured, softly. “But Hemaka broke. And he broke hard. He has not said a word in 273 years.” Ryou stared in horror at Kiya. “He took a long time to break, but he finally did. Master has never failed to break a slave.”

“Enough Kiya.” Khamaat said, sternly. “We do not want him to fear Master. Master is kind, and you make him sound cruel.” She smiled and began running a brush through Ryou’s hair. “Master is very good to us. We are well fed, and have good soft beds to sleep in. The lucky ones my even spend the night in Master’s bed, and are given the privilege to bring him pleasure.”

“Privilege?!” Ryou shrieked, looking up. “You consider it privilege to be raped?!”

“Rape? There is no rape in this house. It is a great honor to be chosen to accompany the Master to his room for the night. We all work hard so that we may be the next one. There is often a different one every night.”

“You LIKE it?!?!” Ryou gasped.

“Your first time to be chosen will be the greatest honor you can imagine.”

“Never!!” Ryou screamed, standing. “I would sooner throw myself to Ammut!” The three women stared at him in shock. “God or not, I will not allow him to touch me like that! My body is not his plaything!” Khamaat stood sharply.

“He owns you. Body and soul, he owns you. He can chop you into pieces and sell you piece by piece if he wishes! And soon enough, you will learn your place!!!” She shouted. “Iras, Kiya. Dress him.” She snapped, and spun on her heel and swept out of the room. Ryou sat back down on the bed, covered his face with his hands, and cried. Kiya and Iras sat on either side of him, petting his hair and crooning to him.

After Ryou’s cries died into sniffles, they began. They combed his hair until it shone, and then gave him a manicure and pedicure, giggling to each other about how useful it was that Ryou’s private areas did not need to be waxed; he was naturally lacking pubic hair. They rubbed scented oils into his skin, making it glow, and then stood him up again to dress him. They wrapped a light black cloth around his waist and clasped it in the front. While it fell to mid thigh in the back, it did nothing to cover his genitals in the front, and this made Ryou silently wonder as to the purpose of the garment. They then wrapped a silver sash around his waist, clasping it in the front with the silver disk, bearing the sign of Set, and letting the end of the sash hang down to his knees in front like a loin cloth, so that his private area was hidden, but so that his thighs were well displayed.

“This outfit is different than what the others wear.” Ryou pointed out to the girls, glancing as a male slave walked past the door to the room they were in. The male slave wore baggy black pants and the silver sash tied off to the side, rather than in the very front. He also wore a sash over his shoulder, clasped with the silver disk with the sign of Set.

“The uniform you wear shows that you are a new slave without status. When you gain a permanent status, you will wear the uniform that the other men do, and silver bracelets that let people know what your position is in Master’s house.”

“Like, garden slave, Kitchen slave, bed slave…?”

“Yes. Only there are no permanent bed slaves. Set simply chooses one of the slaves every night. It does not matter to him what their rank is.”

“Oh….” Ryou mumbled, as they clasped simple blank silver bracelets onto his wrists. Ryou noticed rings on them where chains could be attached. He got a similar black metal choker and silver bands on his upper arms, ankles and thighs.

“Oh, Kiya! His ears are pierced! Get the earrings!” Iras called in excitement, and Ryou winced, remembering when Malik had pierced his ears for him. They hung little silver hoops from his ears then stepped back to look at their work.

“I would not mind sharing my bed with him tonight…..” Kiya giggled to Iras, and Ryou looked down, embarrassed.

“Hush. Not before the Master has had him.” Iras scolded.

“And speaking of the Master,” Khamaat said from the doorway. “He is waiting for the new boy to be delivered to him in the Hall. I will take him now. You did well with him.” She added as an afterthought, looking Ryou up and down. “Follow me, boy.” She commanded, and walked out the door. Ryou glanced at Iras and Kiya before scampering after her.

“When presented to Master Set,” Khamaat instructed. “Drop to one knee and cross your right fist over your chest. Bow your head and keep you eyes to the floor. Do not speak unless you are asked a direct question, and obey every command. You will refer to our lord as ‘Master.’ Fail to do these things, and you will be punished. Is that clear?” Ryou fought back his tears of misery.

“Yes.” He said, softly.

“Good. Oh, and other gods… You will refer to them as ‘Lord’ or ‘Lady.’ You will bow to them as you would to Master, only you will remain standing. And again, you will not speak to them unless asked a direct question. If Master is present, you will look to him for permission to answer. Bear this in mind, and follow it, and you will have nothing to fear.” And with that, she flung open a door and led Ryou through. “Keep your eyes to the floor and head bowed, with your wrists crossed before you.” And Ryou watched as she did this, her wrists crossed before her belly, and began to walk across the hall towards Set’s throne. Ryou swallowed as he glanced about the hall, seeing that Set was not alone. Not only were there numerous slaves and servants and messengers about, but there, conferring with Set, was the Jackal-headed God of the Dead, Anubis. Ryou swallowed nervously. He began to follow Khamaat across the hall towards Set, but he openly defied her orders. He held his head up high, and let his arms fall by his sides. But what made all activity stop and drew all eyes to him, was the fact that he was staring boldly at Set. Set stopped mid-sentence in his conference with Anubis and stared Ryou in the eyes as he came towards the god on his throne, his mule-like ears perking up in interest. Khamaat, not seeing Ryou’s blatant disrespect and defiance, stopped and dropped to her knee as she was supposed to.

“The new slave, Master.” She announced. Ryou stopped slightly behind her, but instead of kneeling, he folded his arms over his chest and glared furiously at the god. Set’s eyes widened slightly at this, but his mouth twitched in amusement. Anubis gawked at Ryou, shocked at his behavior.

“That’s a slave, Father?” He asked. “He acts more like Ra himself!” Khamaat turned slightly to see what Anubis meant, and stared at Ryou in horror.

“He does have quite an interesting presence, doesn’t he?” Set commented, amused. “He seems like a different soul compared to what I saw last night. He was nothing but a frightened child then, shaking like a leaf in a gale. Quite a change. Khamaat, you may go.”

“Y-yes, Master.” She stammered, and left quickly, glaring at Ryou on her way out. Set leaned forwards and sighed.

“So… what to do with my defiant little creature….. Were you not instructed on proper conduct?”

“I was.” Ryou said, purposely leaving out ‘Master.’

“So you do this intentionally?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” Set asked calmly, and Ryou seethed.

“Because I will not be owned!!!!” He shouted. Set leaned back and smirked.

“Oh you won’t?” He asked, smirking. “Must I break you, boy?” Ryou’s lip curled in a snarl.

“You can try.” He hissed, and Set stood.

“As you wish.” He said, and turned to some guards. “Take him to the yard and secure him.” The guards seized Ryou, who gave Set one final glare before being dragged out into the yard. He was forced between two poles in the ground and chains were attached to the bracelets he wore. He was then left alone. For nearly an hour he stood there, just looking around at nothing, not seeing a soul. He began to grow bored, and his legs and arms were getting stiff and tired. Everything was so quiet, that when there was a sudden loud crack behind him, he couldn’t help but jump and scream.

“Frightened?” Set’s voice asked.

“Startled.” Ryou snapped, looking over his shoulder, and he paled at what he saw’ clutched in Set’s fist was a long leather whip. Ryou quickly turned away and closed his eyes.

“You are frightened now.” Set pointed out, and Ryou swallowed. “I do not want to hurt you, little one. If you apologize, and promise to behave, I will set you free and let you begin your tasks.” Ryou whipped his head to the side and glared at Set.

“Fuck you…..” He hissed, and was able to get some satisfaction in the surprised look on the god’s face. But then, Set sighed.

“As you wish…” He said, and flung his arm back, making the whip whistle in the air. Ryou faced forwards again and closed his eyes, waiting for the whip to strike. With a crack, a line of fire seared across his back, and Ryou couldn’t hold back the shriek of pain. The lash was followed by another, and another, and another, until Ryou fell to his knees, feeling his back coated in his own blood. And the lashes continued. For what felt like hours to Ryou they continued, until he sagged limply, held up only by the chains on his wrists. His face was streaked in tears, and his throat was raw and burning from his screams. And suddenly, the lashes stopped. Ryou slowly opened his tear swollen eyes as a shadow fell across his form. Set reached his fingers under Ryou’s chin and tilted his face up.

“If you do not want this repeated, I would suggest that you show me the proper respect. Is that clear?” Ryou whimpered.

“Y-yes……..” He gasped, and shrieked as the whip slashed across his soft belly.

“What was that?” Set demanded.

“Yes!” Ryou cried, and screamed when the whip fell across his chest.

“Try that again!” Set commanded. Ryou lowered his head, and refused to say anything. Set again swung the whip, slashing Ryou’s abdomen. And he did not stop. Ryou sobbed as his front was mutilated like his back, until he could not take it anymore. He had fought, but he didn’t have the courage… not without Bakura… right now, he was willing to do anything to stop the pain…

“MASTER!!!” Ryou screamed, and Set stopped.

“What was that, boy? Do you understand now?”

“Y-yes….. m-master……..” Ryou whimpered, and Set smiled slightly.

“Good. I will see a healer sent your way after I feel you have been punished enough.” And the god turned and strode away, leaving Ryou alone and bleeding in the yard.

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Elle-FaTe2x1: Actually, it's Ryou's AFTER life that sucks right now...

lokivsanubis: Glad ya like it.

Niu TheDarkOne : yeah, Ryou's mom won't be happy when she finds out what Yaten did, but Yaten finally lost it when he was separated from his son for over 10,000 years. Glad you're liking the fic.

Draghaii_Atemu : Nice to hear it.

ayachan : Um.... no, Aya can't steal Ryou away... This isn't a cross over and if it was, Aya would be too busy freakin about Omi and Nagi bangin' each other in the closet.

Dara: In time, dear.

sglily: No, they can't be happy. I write angst, dammit! Keep reading, babe!