Slave of Destruction
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Finally Broken
Slave of Destruction
Hato chiisai
Disclaimer: I don’t own it.
WARNING This chapter contains RAPE
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Chapter 4
Finally Broken
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Ryou was woken in the morning by Khamaat again. She came in and sat down, handing him a cup.
“Drink this, Ryou.” She said, handing it to him. He blinked and took the cup, sipping what was in it.
“Milk?” Ryou asked, and Khamaat nodded.
“Drink it all. Then drink this.” She said, gesturing to the second cup she had. Ryou nodded and finished the rich milk, and took the other cup, sipping it first.
“Apple juice?” He asked, and Khamaat nodded.
“You have not eaten for over two days. You must get sustenance somewhere.” Ryou finished and Khamaat led him out of his room. “You are going to be serving Master in the bathroom this morning.”
“What?!”
“In his bathroom. He wishes to take a bath after breakfast.”
“……. Oh.” Ryou mumbled, following Khamaat. They walked for nearly fifteen minutes before she opened a door, revealing an elegant room with a large tub sunken into the floor. Slaves were busy, running around, filling the tub, getting towels ready and what not.
“When Master comes in, all the slaves will line up against that wall. Stand with feet together, wrists crossed, and head down. He will call you over and tell you what to do. You will say ‘Yes Master,’ and do as you are told. Understand?” Ryou nodded. “Ryou, please, please obey Master…” Khamaat begged, and Ryou scowled.
“He’s here!” One girl cried, and Khamaat left quickly. Ryou lined up with the slaves, and mimicked them, hoping to avoid Set’s attention. Set walked in, and Ryou peeked out at him from behind his hair, and his eyes widened significantly. So, it wasn’t his imagination; Set could change his appearance at will. The first time he had seen him, the god had been at least twelve feet tall. He had grown to about eighteen feet when he had plucked Ryou from the tree when he had tried to escape, and had gone back to twelve feet the next day. But now, he looked much more… normal. At least height wise.
He was eight feet tall at the ears; without them he was only seven. He beckoned a slave over and removed his tunic, handing it to the girl, who bowed and took it. Ryou swallowed, nervously, as he stared at Set’s naked body. He had to admit, Set was definitely appealing, and was also very….. well endowed. Ryou shuddered as he ripped his gaze from Set’s genitals; the god was quite…. Large. Bigger than any other Ryou had ever seen, and just the idea of being taken by the god made him wince and squirm. Set stepped into the water and the slaves scurried over to him. Ryou stood awkwardly against the wall, all by himself, while the other slave began to wash Set’s body, letting the god lay his head back and relax.
“Are you seeing Lady Bast this afternoon, Master?” One of the slaves asked.
“I am. Something about Wadjat. I don’t know.” Set answered, as the girl began massaging his shoulders. Suddenly, Set sat up and looked straight at Ryou. Ryou’s eyes widened and he stared back.
“Come here.” Set said. Ryou tried to obey, knowing he would be punished if he didn’t, but he couldn’t move. Set frowned. “I said come here.” Ryou stood frozen to the spot, shaking in his fear. Set scowled. “Are you a masochist?! Do you enjoy being punished?!” He snarled. Ryou shook his head, terrified. Set rose from the tub and strode over to Ryou, who squeaked and pressed himself into the wall. Set looked him over, then grabbed him by the neck and hurled him into the water. Ryou yelped, then splashed into the tub. He swam up to the surface and gasped. He saw Set getting back into the tub, and he began to swim away. Set snatched his ankle, and dragged him back, forcing Ryou to look him in the eye.
“I get tired of your insolence…” He snarled. “Who is your master?!” Ryou trembled in fear, but refused to give in.
“………… B-bakura!” He gasped. Set scowled, then shoved Ryou’s head under the water and held him there. Ryou thrashed wildly, trying to get up to breathe, but Set held him firmly under. The slaves were all rooted to the spot, watching as Set seemed to attempt to drown his newest slave. Ryou’s thrashing became more desperate, before beginning to weaken. After one final jerk, his body grew still and Set lifted him from the water, hurling him onto the tile floor. He pointed to one of the slaves.
“Get him breathing again.” He snapped, and sunk down into the water again. The girl bent over Ryou and began performing mouth to mouth on him, until he convulsed and vomited up the water he had inhaled. He lay on his back, gasping painfully.
“Now… Who is your master?” Set asked. Ryou curled up into a wet ball, and cried.
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Set paced back and forth in his bedroom, thinking to himself. He had already met with Bast, and upon coming home, there was another incident with the stubborn new slave. Set had lost his temper, and had literally hurled the boy across the room and into a mirror. The little creature’s body had been sliced open all over by the shards of glass; there had been blood everywhere. Set snarled to himself as he looked out the window. While there were albinos in the Kingdom of Osiris, there were very few, and none were slaves. That skinny little fellow was quite literally a one of a kind slave, and Set wanted him broken as soon as possible. He had been watching him, and now, the knowledge he had gathered combined with information from the boy’s father, he knew how to bring that child’s will power crashing down. Set smirked to himself, and swept out of his room. It was time to break the boy.
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Ryou sat with his back to the base of the grand staircase. He and the other slaves were on their hands and knees with scrub brushes, cleaning the marble floor. Ryou was mentally off in another world, however, and didn’t notice Set’s entrance, nor did he notice all the other slaves bowing to the god. Ryou didn’t even notice the sudden silence as the god came up behind him, and glared down. But he did notice the furious god’s reflection in the water on the floor. Ryou froze, eyes wide, and stared at the god’s reflection.
He began to shiver when Set knelt behind him, and he heard what sounded like cloth falling to the floor. Slowly, Ryou turned to look over his shoulder. What he saw was enough to make anyone scream. Set had dropped his tunic on the floor. He suddenly seized Ryou’s hips in a bruising grip, and flipped up the back of his wrap and plunged his member into Ryou’s unprepared entrance.
Ryou’s arms weakened and he slumped forward onto his chest with an agonizing shriek of pain. Set showed no mercy, pounding in as hard as he could, feeling the flesh ripping around his swollen arousal. Ryou screamed at the burning pain and the feeling of blood tricking down his legs. The other slaves were frozen in horror as they watched the newest slave being brutally raped by their master. One slave suddenly bolted from the room and returned minutes later with Khamaat, Hemaka and Akunosh. The slaves froze at the sight of the grisly scene, and paled.
“W-what did he do?!?” Khamaat gasped to the slave who had summoned her.
“Nothing! Master came in and went straight to him. He didn’t even notice Master! Master just….. knelt and began…..”
“That… that is not like Master….” Akunosh murmured, wincing at a particularly painful sounding scream. Finally, Set grit his teeth and grunted as he released, his semen burning Ryou’s mutilated body like liquid flames. He pulled out and cleaned himself off with Ryou’s wrap, then shoved the boy to the floor and stood, re-dressing himself. He stared down at Ryou, crying on the floor, his body shivering in pain. Set kicked Ryou onto his back and frowned down at him. He was weak and hurt. He was scared, starving and alone. Ryou’s eyes were empty, and dead. Set knew that look. He looked up at Khamaat.
“It’s over. He’s broken.” He stated, grimly. “Take care of him. Have him healed and cleaned. When he has returned to himself, you will bring him to me.” And he turned and strode out of the room. Khamaat, Akunosh and Hemaka ran to Ryou, kneeling next to him, avoiding the blood that was pooling around his hips on the floor.
“Hemaka, take him to the hospital.” Khamaat ordered, removing Ryou’s wrap and cleaning him of his blood. Hemaka lifted Ryou up and ran, Akunosh and Khamaat behind him.
Akunosh worked for longer than anyone expected; Ryou’s body had been damaged more than any of them had suspected. And after that, it took them hours to get Ryou to snap out of it. When they did, he broke down and cried. Khamaat cleaned him and dressed him in another wrap and sash, then wiped away his tears.
“No tears, Ryou. Master will not like it.” She said, and Ryou choked back his sob, nodding. “Master will see you now.” She said, and took his hand. She led him to the same doors that she had the first time Set had wanted to see him; the first time he had rebelled, and refused to acknowledge him as his master.
/He isn’t my master…./ Ryou thought to himself, firmly. /Bakura would not allow himself to be broken, and neither will I./ But despite his brave thinking, he knew that he had lost his will to fight against Set. He was scared of Set. Finally, Khamaat opened the door.
Silence filled the hall when Khamaat and Hemaka entered, followed by Ryou. The boy looked as though he could barely stand on his own. As he entered, he looked up at Set. When he did, instead of glaring, he shuddered and lowered his eyes to the floor. He then crossed his wrists and slowly followed the Head Slave and Hemaka across the room. They got to the foot of Set’s throne, and everyone in the room held their breath. Khamaat and Hemaka knelt, and were shooed to the side. Ryou stood alone before Set, head bowed and eyes downcast.
“You have been very rebellious.” Set said, sternly. “But you have been broken. Do you relinquish your freedom? Come boy… You have been through enough. Do you surrender?” All eyes were on Ryou, as he stood trembling under the gaze of Set. His lower lip trembled and his eyes filled with tears. He was completely alone. Bakura was no longer by his side. Bakura had been his strength, the mortar that held the blocks together to form Ryou’s wall of courage. But he was gone, and Ryou’s walls had fallen. He no longer felt his yami’s love, and encouragement; all he felt was pain, helplessness, and despair. The battle had been fought, and Set had won.
Slowly, Ryou fell to one knee and crossed his fist over his chest, admitting his defeat. And the words that all in Set’s house had been waiting to hear him say, finally fell from his lips.
“Yes, Master.”
And so ended Ryou’s third day in the house of Set, and his last day of freedom…
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sglily: Of course Bakura will notice that Ryou is missing!! And I dunno, by now you should know that I like angst and Ryou will be hurt. But he will also eventually be happy... I can't stand sad endings... a sad ending will ruin an entire fic for me... ;_; And yes, crab stuffed mushrooms and soup... mmmm... >.> Now I'm gonna go heat up by Baja Chicken from On the Border yesterday and slice some avacado over it... and tonight... dinner is sauteed spinach and mushrooms with a chicken and zuccini pasta... O.O okay, now I'm REALLY hungry... eep!!!
itavita: yes... you should cringe over what's in store for him. And Set DOES want Ryou's sexy pale ass... And as soon as I post this, I'm gonna go read YOUR update! WHEEE!!!
Switch: lol I'm not writing on a constant basis. Mostly, I wait until I finish a fic before I starts posting it, such is the case with I Dream of Ryou and The Jungle. I have 15 chapters currently written on this fic, but I hope to have it finished by the time I'm posting chapter 15. And I'm sorry I made you physically upset... kind of... okay, no I'm not. That's a sign that I'm writing well, so thanks for letting me know... Unless you meant you puked or something... that's not good. If I made you physically SICK, I'm sorry... but if it was just crying, yay! lol And I'm glad you're enjoying my fics. Thank YOU for reviewing!
yunasgrace: Ya, Hemaka is a sweetheart, but I have no plans for him to ever talk again... and Khamaat's weirdness will be explained... kind of... she's still a bit of an enigma to me... I have trouble with her and she never really gets a stable personality... I dunno, maybe she's bipolar... But keep reading and enjoy!!!
lokivsanubis: No, Bakura will not be made a slave, he's old enough to be his own man. Plus he doesn't have a father who would technically own him. But read on, and all will be revealed!!!
ruri_star: Thanks! You bet!!!
Hato chiisai
Disclaimer: I don’t own it.
WARNING This chapter contains RAPE
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Chapter 4
Finally Broken
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Ryou was woken in the morning by Khamaat again. She came in and sat down, handing him a cup.
“Drink this, Ryou.” She said, handing it to him. He blinked and took the cup, sipping what was in it.
“Milk?” Ryou asked, and Khamaat nodded.
“Drink it all. Then drink this.” She said, gesturing to the second cup she had. Ryou nodded and finished the rich milk, and took the other cup, sipping it first.
“Apple juice?” He asked, and Khamaat nodded.
“You have not eaten for over two days. You must get sustenance somewhere.” Ryou finished and Khamaat led him out of his room. “You are going to be serving Master in the bathroom this morning.”
“What?!”
“In his bathroom. He wishes to take a bath after breakfast.”
“……. Oh.” Ryou mumbled, following Khamaat. They walked for nearly fifteen minutes before she opened a door, revealing an elegant room with a large tub sunken into the floor. Slaves were busy, running around, filling the tub, getting towels ready and what not.
“When Master comes in, all the slaves will line up against that wall. Stand with feet together, wrists crossed, and head down. He will call you over and tell you what to do. You will say ‘Yes Master,’ and do as you are told. Understand?” Ryou nodded. “Ryou, please, please obey Master…” Khamaat begged, and Ryou scowled.
“He’s here!” One girl cried, and Khamaat left quickly. Ryou lined up with the slaves, and mimicked them, hoping to avoid Set’s attention. Set walked in, and Ryou peeked out at him from behind his hair, and his eyes widened significantly. So, it wasn’t his imagination; Set could change his appearance at will. The first time he had seen him, the god had been at least twelve feet tall. He had grown to about eighteen feet when he had plucked Ryou from the tree when he had tried to escape, and had gone back to twelve feet the next day. But now, he looked much more… normal. At least height wise.
He was eight feet tall at the ears; without them he was only seven. He beckoned a slave over and removed his tunic, handing it to the girl, who bowed and took it. Ryou swallowed, nervously, as he stared at Set’s naked body. He had to admit, Set was definitely appealing, and was also very….. well endowed. Ryou shuddered as he ripped his gaze from Set’s genitals; the god was quite…. Large. Bigger than any other Ryou had ever seen, and just the idea of being taken by the god made him wince and squirm. Set stepped into the water and the slaves scurried over to him. Ryou stood awkwardly against the wall, all by himself, while the other slave began to wash Set’s body, letting the god lay his head back and relax.
“Are you seeing Lady Bast this afternoon, Master?” One of the slaves asked.
“I am. Something about Wadjat. I don’t know.” Set answered, as the girl began massaging his shoulders. Suddenly, Set sat up and looked straight at Ryou. Ryou’s eyes widened and he stared back.
“Come here.” Set said. Ryou tried to obey, knowing he would be punished if he didn’t, but he couldn’t move. Set frowned. “I said come here.” Ryou stood frozen to the spot, shaking in his fear. Set scowled. “Are you a masochist?! Do you enjoy being punished?!” He snarled. Ryou shook his head, terrified. Set rose from the tub and strode over to Ryou, who squeaked and pressed himself into the wall. Set looked him over, then grabbed him by the neck and hurled him into the water. Ryou yelped, then splashed into the tub. He swam up to the surface and gasped. He saw Set getting back into the tub, and he began to swim away. Set snatched his ankle, and dragged him back, forcing Ryou to look him in the eye.
“I get tired of your insolence…” He snarled. “Who is your master?!” Ryou trembled in fear, but refused to give in.
“………… B-bakura!” He gasped. Set scowled, then shoved Ryou’s head under the water and held him there. Ryou thrashed wildly, trying to get up to breathe, but Set held him firmly under. The slaves were all rooted to the spot, watching as Set seemed to attempt to drown his newest slave. Ryou’s thrashing became more desperate, before beginning to weaken. After one final jerk, his body grew still and Set lifted him from the water, hurling him onto the tile floor. He pointed to one of the slaves.
“Get him breathing again.” He snapped, and sunk down into the water again. The girl bent over Ryou and began performing mouth to mouth on him, until he convulsed and vomited up the water he had inhaled. He lay on his back, gasping painfully.
“Now… Who is your master?” Set asked. Ryou curled up into a wet ball, and cried.
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Set paced back and forth in his bedroom, thinking to himself. He had already met with Bast, and upon coming home, there was another incident with the stubborn new slave. Set had lost his temper, and had literally hurled the boy across the room and into a mirror. The little creature’s body had been sliced open all over by the shards of glass; there had been blood everywhere. Set snarled to himself as he looked out the window. While there were albinos in the Kingdom of Osiris, there were very few, and none were slaves. That skinny little fellow was quite literally a one of a kind slave, and Set wanted him broken as soon as possible. He had been watching him, and now, the knowledge he had gathered combined with information from the boy’s father, he knew how to bring that child’s will power crashing down. Set smirked to himself, and swept out of his room. It was time to break the boy.
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Ryou sat with his back to the base of the grand staircase. He and the other slaves were on their hands and knees with scrub brushes, cleaning the marble floor. Ryou was mentally off in another world, however, and didn’t notice Set’s entrance, nor did he notice all the other slaves bowing to the god. Ryou didn’t even notice the sudden silence as the god came up behind him, and glared down. But he did notice the furious god’s reflection in the water on the floor. Ryou froze, eyes wide, and stared at the god’s reflection.
He began to shiver when Set knelt behind him, and he heard what sounded like cloth falling to the floor. Slowly, Ryou turned to look over his shoulder. What he saw was enough to make anyone scream. Set had dropped his tunic on the floor. He suddenly seized Ryou’s hips in a bruising grip, and flipped up the back of his wrap and plunged his member into Ryou’s unprepared entrance.
Ryou’s arms weakened and he slumped forward onto his chest with an agonizing shriek of pain. Set showed no mercy, pounding in as hard as he could, feeling the flesh ripping around his swollen arousal. Ryou screamed at the burning pain and the feeling of blood tricking down his legs. The other slaves were frozen in horror as they watched the newest slave being brutally raped by their master. One slave suddenly bolted from the room and returned minutes later with Khamaat, Hemaka and Akunosh. The slaves froze at the sight of the grisly scene, and paled.
“W-what did he do?!?” Khamaat gasped to the slave who had summoned her.
“Nothing! Master came in and went straight to him. He didn’t even notice Master! Master just….. knelt and began…..”
“That… that is not like Master….” Akunosh murmured, wincing at a particularly painful sounding scream. Finally, Set grit his teeth and grunted as he released, his semen burning Ryou’s mutilated body like liquid flames. He pulled out and cleaned himself off with Ryou’s wrap, then shoved the boy to the floor and stood, re-dressing himself. He stared down at Ryou, crying on the floor, his body shivering in pain. Set kicked Ryou onto his back and frowned down at him. He was weak and hurt. He was scared, starving and alone. Ryou’s eyes were empty, and dead. Set knew that look. He looked up at Khamaat.
“It’s over. He’s broken.” He stated, grimly. “Take care of him. Have him healed and cleaned. When he has returned to himself, you will bring him to me.” And he turned and strode out of the room. Khamaat, Akunosh and Hemaka ran to Ryou, kneeling next to him, avoiding the blood that was pooling around his hips on the floor.
“Hemaka, take him to the hospital.” Khamaat ordered, removing Ryou’s wrap and cleaning him of his blood. Hemaka lifted Ryou up and ran, Akunosh and Khamaat behind him.
Akunosh worked for longer than anyone expected; Ryou’s body had been damaged more than any of them had suspected. And after that, it took them hours to get Ryou to snap out of it. When they did, he broke down and cried. Khamaat cleaned him and dressed him in another wrap and sash, then wiped away his tears.
“No tears, Ryou. Master will not like it.” She said, and Ryou choked back his sob, nodding. “Master will see you now.” She said, and took his hand. She led him to the same doors that she had the first time Set had wanted to see him; the first time he had rebelled, and refused to acknowledge him as his master.
/He isn’t my master…./ Ryou thought to himself, firmly. /Bakura would not allow himself to be broken, and neither will I./ But despite his brave thinking, he knew that he had lost his will to fight against Set. He was scared of Set. Finally, Khamaat opened the door.
Silence filled the hall when Khamaat and Hemaka entered, followed by Ryou. The boy looked as though he could barely stand on his own. As he entered, he looked up at Set. When he did, instead of glaring, he shuddered and lowered his eyes to the floor. He then crossed his wrists and slowly followed the Head Slave and Hemaka across the room. They got to the foot of Set’s throne, and everyone in the room held their breath. Khamaat and Hemaka knelt, and were shooed to the side. Ryou stood alone before Set, head bowed and eyes downcast.
“You have been very rebellious.” Set said, sternly. “But you have been broken. Do you relinquish your freedom? Come boy… You have been through enough. Do you surrender?” All eyes were on Ryou, as he stood trembling under the gaze of Set. His lower lip trembled and his eyes filled with tears. He was completely alone. Bakura was no longer by his side. Bakura had been his strength, the mortar that held the blocks together to form Ryou’s wall of courage. But he was gone, and Ryou’s walls had fallen. He no longer felt his yami’s love, and encouragement; all he felt was pain, helplessness, and despair. The battle had been fought, and Set had won.
Slowly, Ryou fell to one knee and crossed his fist over his chest, admitting his defeat. And the words that all in Set’s house had been waiting to hear him say, finally fell from his lips.
“Yes, Master.”
And so ended Ryou’s third day in the house of Set, and his last day of freedom…
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sglily: Of course Bakura will notice that Ryou is missing!! And I dunno, by now you should know that I like angst and Ryou will be hurt. But he will also eventually be happy... I can't stand sad endings... a sad ending will ruin an entire fic for me... ;_; And yes, crab stuffed mushrooms and soup... mmmm... >.> Now I'm gonna go heat up by Baja Chicken from On the Border yesterday and slice some avacado over it... and tonight... dinner is sauteed spinach and mushrooms with a chicken and zuccini pasta... O.O okay, now I'm REALLY hungry... eep!!!
itavita: yes... you should cringe over what's in store for him. And Set DOES want Ryou's sexy pale ass... And as soon as I post this, I'm gonna go read YOUR update! WHEEE!!!
Switch: lol I'm not writing on a constant basis. Mostly, I wait until I finish a fic before I starts posting it, such is the case with I Dream of Ryou and The Jungle. I have 15 chapters currently written on this fic, but I hope to have it finished by the time I'm posting chapter 15. And I'm sorry I made you physically upset... kind of... okay, no I'm not. That's a sign that I'm writing well, so thanks for letting me know... Unless you meant you puked or something... that's not good. If I made you physically SICK, I'm sorry... but if it was just crying, yay! lol And I'm glad you're enjoying my fics. Thank YOU for reviewing!
yunasgrace: Ya, Hemaka is a sweetheart, but I have no plans for him to ever talk again... and Khamaat's weirdness will be explained... kind of... she's still a bit of an enigma to me... I have trouble with her and she never really gets a stable personality... I dunno, maybe she's bipolar... But keep reading and enjoy!!!
lokivsanubis: No, Bakura will not be made a slave, he's old enough to be his own man. Plus he doesn't have a father who would technically own him. But read on, and all will be revealed!!!
ruri_star: Thanks! You bet!!!