Only Mine

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh,
or The Pleasure Slave by Gena Showalter, nor do I make any money from this
work.

Warnings:
Mentions of sexual content and nudity. I have put a bold line in between the
parts that people might have trouble with so you know where to skip if you
can't or don’t want to read the content of that part.

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Anzu
slammed the golden door behind her as she flew into her room, gazing hungrily
at the box in her hands. Finally! The Pharaoh was all hers to command! With a
shriek of ecstasy, the princess rushed to her bed and threw herself down onto
it, bouncing lightly from the force. She set the golden box and the spell book in
front of her, then clapped her hands together and giggled hysterically. What to
command him to do first...oh the choices...

She
quickly ran over the spell she had just cast in her mind, and gave another
shrill giggle – giddy with power, as she noticed it was some kind of love slave
spell. She could demand anything of him that she wanted, and he could not
refuse! She giggled again with the knowledge that he would have to obey if she
wanted him to make love to her. Oh, to make that proud, forceful man her
lover would just thrill her! Anzu grabbed the spell book and shoved it under
her bed, just in case she needed it later, and smoothed her hair down, trying
to make herself presentable.

"Alright.
There's no better time then now." Anzu removed the lid to the golden box,
and smoke instantly began billowing out, taking form beside her. When it
cleared, Atemu was revealed to her. His eyes widened upon seeing her, and
before he could begin to comment, he was brought to his knees against his will.
Anzu smiled, happy to see the Pharaoh of Egypt on his knees before her. She
almost squealed with joy.

"What
is it I can do for you Master?" The words flowed out of his mouth against
his will, and Atemu ground his teeth so hard together after he finished
speaking that he thought some of them would break. What had this harlot done to
him?

"You
may rise." Anzu said calmly. Atemu did so, glaring at her. He opened his
mouth to shout at her, but Anzu beat him to the punch. "You will not speak
harshly to me, Atemu!" She snapped. Atemu's mouth closed then, and his
eyes blazed a fiery crimson. Anzu smiled, fingering the golden box around the
edges.

"You
will not get away with this." Atemu's voice promised punishment. Anzu
merely laughed.

"And
what makes you think anyone will find out? You are mine to do with as I please,
my Pharaoh." Anzu's eyes flashed as she fixed him with a cool stare.

"They
will notice I'm missing. My friends, my priests, will notice." Atemu's
tone was as cold as ice.

"They
will notice nothing. As your master," Anzu began, noting the way Atemu
flinched when she asserted her control over him. "I order you to go about
your days as usual, though you will never forsake an order from me, and at
night you will come to me." Anzu's words were like a binding thread, and
Atemu felt compelled to obey, try as he might to resist. "And you will be
allowed to tell no one of what has transpired between us." Atemu's hopes
shattered with those words. She could command him as she wished, but had she
forgotten to assure he could tell no one, he could have still gotten out of
this, somehow.

"As
you wish, my Master." Atemu responded through gritted teeth. Anzu smiled,
leaning back on the bed.

"Good.
Now go on. I'll expect you here at my room at sundown."

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Atemu
whirled on his heel and left the room, slamming the door as hard as he could
behind him. He stalked down the halls to his own room, throwing himself down on
his bed once he was inside. He curled up on his bed, arms wrapped tightly
around his pillow. White-hot rage boiled through him, and he had to fight hard
not to act upon his anger. He would order Anzu banished, or beheaded, but she
was his master. As much as he abhorred the thought, he could do nothing against
her. The spell pulsed through him, filling his head with the information of
what he was and wasn't allowed to do. He was bound by it's laws to please her,
no matter what it took to do so.

Atemu
roused from sleep at a knock on his door, not knowing when exactly he had
fallen asleep. He lifted himself up partway, a sleepy look on his face as his
mind tried to register through a haze what had awoken him. The knock sounded
again, and Atemu called a "come in" before flopping back down onto
his bed and closing his eyes. The door opened, and Mahado peeked inside.

"My
Pharaoh, were you asleep?" Mahado closed the door behind him as he
entered, making his way to the bed. Atemu turned his head to the side and fixed
his priest with an annoyed stare.

"No.
I wasn't sleeping. I was staring at the back of my eyelids, completely and
totally awake." Atemu replied. Mahado flushed and cleared his throat.

"I'm
sorry to wake you so rudely, but you didn't come to the throne room. Subjects
are there awaiting judgment. I was sent to fetch you by Seto."
Mahado explained. Atemu grunted.

"Then
you can kindly tell Seto to go feed Amit. I'm tired, and I want to sleep."
Atemu turned his head to the other side and tried to curl up into a ball.
Mahado blinked, startled by this response.

"Are
you not feeling well, my Pharaoh?" Mahado questioned, concern lacing his
tone. You will go about your day as usual... Anzu's voice sounded in his
head, and Atemu growled as his body moved to obey, beginning to rise from the
bed. "Perhaps you should rest if you are ill." Mahado protested,
placing his hands on Atemu's shoulders. Atemu looked up at him, and Mahado was
startled to see how weary he looked. Atemu shook his head and gave his priest
and best friend the best smile he could muster.

"No,
I should not pass off my duties like that. I'll be fine Mahado, really."
Atemu rose to his feet and walked past Mahado, stopping when he got to his
door. He turned back to see Mahado still where he was, the look of concern
still on his face. "Mahado, come. I'll be fine, honest." Mahado
sighed and came to join him, crossing his arms over his chest.

"As
you wish, my Pharaoh. But if you become too ill, it's off to bed with
you." Mahado said sternly, giving Atemu a determined look. Atemu chuckled.

"Sure,
sure." Atemu opened the door and walked outside into the hall, Mahado
following close behind. As they walked to the throne room, Mahado studied his
ruler. He saw right through Atemu's facade. His Pharaoh may have tried to play
off that he was fine and was just a little sleepy, but Mahado knew better.
There was something wrong with Atemu. He just didn't know what, and it made him
uneasy.

They
entered the throne room to see the remaining five priests all in their proper
places. A man sat in between two guards, his head bowed low in defeat.
All eyes except the criminal's turned to Atemu and Mahado as they approached.
Seto's blue eyes flashed coldly as Atemu took his place in his throne, but
Atemu ignored him. He did not want to deal with that man right now. He just
wanted to get this over and done with so he could go back to bed.

"State
his crime."

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Anzu
skipped merrily down the hallways, carrying the spell book back to Duke's room.
She knocked on his door and waited patiently for him to answer. When he did,
his eyes widened upon seeing the triumphant look on her face. She sauntered
past him to his bed, where she sat on it and bounced, laying the book beside
her. Duke's eyes wandered over her, noting how she was positively glowing. He
moved to stand in front of her, arms crossed over his chest as he stared down
at her. Her plan must have worked for her to be so happy, and the thought made
him seethe with a silent jealousy.

"Did
your plan work, Princess?" Duke inquired, arching a brow. Anzu clapped her
hands together, smiling widely.

"Yes
it did! Oh Duke, he's all mine now!" Anzu practically squealed her
excitement.

"Really?
What spell did you cast?" Anzu grabbed the book and flipped the pages. She
pointed to the spell she had used, and Duke's eyes widened in horror.

"You
foolish girl!" Duke snapped. "This isn't just any old slave spell!
You've made the Pharaoh a pleasure slave! No matter who his master is, he will
live for their pleasure! He will do whatever makes you happy, with near to no
will of his own!"

"You
make that sound like it's a bad thing." Anzu crossed her own arms over her
chest and pouted. "Besides, I was planning on making him my lover in the
first place. This spell suits just that purpose, which is why I cast it."
Duke's jaw dropped at her words.

"You...
You meant to make him a pleasure slave?" Duke whispered, dismay
obvious in his tone.

"Of
course I did!" Anzu stated this like it was the most obvious thing in the
world. "What kind of spell did you think I would cast?"

"I
thought you would make him a simple slave or pull some kind of prank! Nothing
that would last!" Duke shouted.

"Well
you were wrong."

"Princess...
Do you have an idea what you have done? You've made him, in a sense, immortal.
He will live in that box forever, going through master after master, long after
you are gone. This spell is permanent." Duke explained, hoping she would
understand just what it was she had done.

"I
know that. And you are wrong. It's not permanent, and he will never have
another master other then me. I know the antidote to this spell, and he will
know that if he ever wishes to be free, he will serve me, and he will love
me." Anzu's eyes flashed as she spoke.

Duke
was beginning to feel defeated. Anzu wouldn't seem to realize that no matter
what she did, Atemu would never love her back, especially not after this stunt
she had just pulled. Duke felt guilty for giving her the spell book in the
first place. He hadn't realized what she had intended to do.

"Princess...
This will not make him love you. He'll be forced to serve you, to make you
happy, but he will not love you." Duke said softly. Anzu scowled.

"Ha!
What a dolt you are!" Anzu rose to her feet and stalked past him.

"Princess-!"

"I'll
hear no more! Thank you Duke, for your assistance, but I have what I want, and
that's all that matters. Good day." Anzu left his room. The door clicked
shut and Duke fell on his bed, burying his face in his hands. What a fool he
was indeed... But he still loved her.

Anzu
walked down the hallway, arms still across her chest. A frown marred her face.
Who did Duke think he was? He thought she didn't know what she was doing. Ha!
She knew exactly what she was doing! Atemu was all hers, and that was all that
mattered to her. A smile crossed her lips as she thought about it some more.
She could order Atemu to marry her, and he would have to do so. Anzu felt giddy
with that knowledge. She could become queen and have the most handsome and
wealthy husband in all the land all with a few simple words.

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Atemu
lay under his blankets, curled into a ball, fast asleep. His sleep was
dreamless and deep. He was finally getting some rest after the day's events,
which were very taxing. So much so that Atemu had fallen into bed gratefully,
wanting to get lost in the land of dreams. The sun was now setting, and a
shadow slowly fell over him as the last of its rays vanished from the sky. When
it was completely gone, Atemu began to wake. He curled his arms tighter around
his pillow, not wanting to rise, but his body would not obey his silent
request.

His
eyes slid open. At night you will come to me... Anzu's voice drifted
through his thoughts and he cursed, knowing why he was waking up now. He had to
obey her command. He rose from the bed, slipping his feet into his shoes as he
got up. He was dressed in a simple shenti, and he didn't bother dressing, as
his body was already maneuvering him out of the room. He walked down the
hallway towards Anzu's room. Atemu wrapped his arms around his body, shivering
the cool air of night. He turned a corner and continued down the hall.

Mana
yawned, feeling very sleepy. She was about to crawl into her bed when something
made her stop. A chill ran through her body. Mana glanced towards her door, wondering
what that strange presence was. Man could feel some kind of strange magic thrum
in the air around her. She tip-toed to her door and opened it, peeking outside.
She saw Atemu turned the corner, and she frowned. Where was Atemu going?
Shouldn't he be in bed?

Mana
slipped out of her room and walked down the hall after Atemu. Her nightgown
billowed around her ankles, and she shivered. It was cool tonight. Making sure
to keep a good distance between Atemu and herself, she continued to follow him.
Atemu suddenly stopped, and Mana pressed herself against the wall, peering
around the corner to see what her best friend was doing. Her green eyes widened
when she saw that he was now knocking on the door to Anzu's room. Mana kept her
back to the wall, eyes wide with shock. What was Atemu doing going to Anzu's
room? He had told her only today that he had not wanted to marry her, or have
anything to do with her. So why was he visiting her in the middle of the night?

Mana
peered around the corner again and watched Atemu be invited inside by Anzu. Her
ruler went into the room and Anzu closed the door. Mana bolted from her spot
and knelt beside the door. She pressed her ear to the door and listened.

"Ah,
I see you obeyed my summons." Anzu smiled, laying back on her bed. Atemu
balled his hands into fists as he sides.

"Of
course I did. I can't disobey a command from my Master." Atemu's
voice dripped sarcasm. Outside the room, Mana gasped. She raised her hand to
cover her mouth. Had she just heard her Pharaoh call Anzu master?

"Atemu,
I've been thinking long and hard about what I wanted to command you to do
today. And I think I've come up with the perfect punishment for rejecting
me." Anzu began, studying her nails.

"And
what is that, Master?" Atemu's nails bit into the palms of his
hands.

"We're
going to get married." Atemu's blood ran cold at those words. "And if
I command you to marry me, there's no way you can say no." An evil smile
graced Anzu's lips as she looked upon him with her icy blue eyes.

"Anzu,
do you really want to do that? A loveless marriage?" Atemu asked her.

"You'll
learn to love me." Anzu replied.

"I
will never love you Anzu."

"You
will love me! You will make me happy! If not, you will never be free from your
curse." Anzu snapped, and she clenched her hand into a fist.

"I'd
rather suffer this curse for eternity then be wed to you." Atemu's crimson
eyes flashed as he spoke. He knew very well thanks to the spell what would be
required to break it, and as long as he served Anzu, he knew he would never be
free. Anzu jumped to her feet and slapped him across the face.

"Idiot!"
She screeched. "Who could be better for you then me!?" Atemu just
stared at her coldly. There was no emotion at all in his beautiful blood red
eyes. Anzu seethed. How dare he treat her thus!? Well, she would make him pay.

"Kiss
me." Atemu's eyes widened. Anzu wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing
her body to his. "That's an order Atemu. Kiss me."

Atemu's
head lowered, a shiver of disgust running through his body even as his lips
melded to hers. Anzu pressed herself tighter to him, moaning into the kiss. Oh,
it was wonderful, just like she had dreamed it would be. She pulled away first,
and Atemu looked away from her. Anzu frowned, not at all pleased by this
reaction.

"Atemu,
look at me." When he did, she had to look away herself. Rage boiled in his
eyes of course, but so did a lot of other negative emotions. They were so
strong she could barely stand to look at him. She knew she had to ignore it.
She wanted him, and she wouldn't let anything stand in her way.

"Does
this make you happy?" Anzu's gaze snapped back to his at his words.

"What?"
She asked.

"Does
this truly make you happy? Fake reactions? I will hate you forever for what
you've done to me Anzu." She slapped him again after he finished speaking.
Atemu's head snapped to the side with the force she placed behind her assault.

 

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"Of
course it does! You belong to me and you cannot refuse me! Hate me if you will,
but you will never be free." Anzu snarled. "And I know something else
that would make me very happy Atemu." Anzu turned away from him and
flounced back to her bed, sitting down on it. Atemu watched her, waiting for
her next words.

"Make
love to me. After all, a pleasure slave is supposed to supply pleasure."
Anzu held her arms out to him, a twisted smile on her face. Atemu's eyes
widened again. No... No, surely she wouldn't... His body moved itself towards
her, into her waiting arms. No! His mind screamed at him. Please, no! But his
body continued to move of it's own accord, submitting him to her will.

 

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Mana
rose to her feet, and she clasped her other hand over her mouth as well. Her
eyes were filled with fright. No... How could Anzu...? Mana knew she needed to
get help for her friend at once. She took off running down the hallway. Her
brown hair billowed out behind her, and she nearly skidded into the wall as she
turned a corner. She quickly recovered and kept running.

She
found the room she sought and banged loudly on it. "Mahado! Oh Master
Mahado! Please wake up!" Mana cried. She kept banging on the door. The
sounds echoed through the hallway. Mahado finally answered the door, and he looked
down at her, ready to rip her a new one for waking him up so late. Mahado
stopped short however, when he saw the look of distress on his apprentice's
face. Concern quickly stole across his face.

"Mana?
What is it?" Mahado questioned her.

"Oh
Mahado! It's awful!" Mana burst into tears. They trailed down her face and
off her chin, splashing onto her nightgown.

"Tell
me Mana! What ails you?" Mahado placed his hands on her shoulders. Mana
glanced up at him, her worry and fear clouding her emerald eyes.

"It's...
It's the Pharaoh. Please! You have to gather the other priests and come to
Princess Anzu's room at once!" Mana told him. Mahado's eyes widened.

"I
don't understand. What's wrong with the Pharaoh? And what does it have to do
with Princess Anzu?" Mahado's tone was urgent.

"I
saw Pharaoh heading to her room. I thought it was strange, so I followed him.
He went into her room, and I..." Mana looked ashamed at this part. "I
listened to what was happening in there." Mahado looked angry all of a
sudden, and Mana looked panicked. "It's not what you think!" She said
quickly.

"Then
tell me what on Earth you were doing!" Mahado snapped.

"I
heard the princess say she cast a spell over the Pharaoh!" Mana exclaimed.
Mahado's jaw dropped. He shook his head and fixed Mana with a stern glare.

"Mana,
this is not a joking-"

"I'M
NOT JOKING!" Mana screamed, startling the priest. "I heard every
word! She was ordering him around! He called her Master! I heard it all Mahado!
And if you will not get the priests and come and help me, then by Ra I will
march into the princess' room and do something myself!" Mana finished her
rant, red faced and breathing heavily. Mahado realized she was serious and
released her shoulders.

"Alright
Mana. Let's wake the others." Mahado decided to treat this with urgency.
"Go wake Seto, Shada, and Aknadin, and tell them the Pharaoh is in danger.
I'll wake Isis, Karim, and Siamun. Go Mana! Hurray!" Mahado sent her on
her way and hurried down the opposite side.

Mana
ran through the priests corridors, shouting at the top of her lungs. She banged
on the doors as she passed, knowing she did not have time to sit there and
knock on each door. Atemu needed help, and he needed it now. Seto, Shada, and
Aknadin appeared outside their doors, looking sleepy and angry. When they saw
her, their angry looks only increased. She bent over in front of them, panting.

"Mana!"
Shada barked. "What is the meaning of this?!"

"P-Pharaoh
is...! In danger!" Mana told them. They exchanged bewildered looks.
"Mahado i-is, on his w-way...! With t-the others!"

"Where
is he headed Mana?" Seto questioned. His blue eyes seemed to bore a hole
in her. Mana shook off the need to shudder and ran past them.

 

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"Follow
me!" She heard their footsteps pounding behind her as she led the way
towards Anzu's room. When she found Mahado again, he was standing outside
Anzu's room with the rest of the priests. When he saw her, he put a finger to
his lips in a silent command for silence. They waited for Mahado to say
something, but the priest only listened intently for noise inside the room. He
could hear a feminine voice crying out in pleasure, but there were no other
sounds coming from inside the room. Mahado's face was now flushed bright red,
but something about what was going on seemed off. A low grunt sounded, but it
was almost overpowered by Anzu's voice.

"What
is the meaning of this? We were told the Pharaoh was in danger!" Aknadin
whispered angrily. "We did not get up to come hear the sounds of-"

"Master
Aknadin, with all due respect, shut up." Mahado hissed. He was still
listening with his ear pressed against the door.

Anzu
lay panting beneath Atemu, a smile on her face. Above her, Atemu's eyes
continued to burn with pure fury, and he rolled to the side, getting off the
bed. Anzu sat up, clutching the blanket to her breasts. She stared dumbfounded
as Atemu put his shenti back on. Atemu made to leave the room, and Anzu's face
darkened with rage.

"You
are leaving!? I did not give the command for you to do so!" Atemu whirled
on her. A look of absolute loathing crossed his face as he stared at her.

"You
did not give the command to stay either, Princess!" Atemu snarled.

"Even
through all of that, you despise me!?" Anzu could not believe it. She had
thought for sure he might change his mind after having her. He had been such a
magnificent lover, and she had never felt such rapture before. Had he truly
felt nothing with her beneath him? Anzu turned red faced with anger and
embarrassment.

 

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"Yes.
Order me to do what you will Anzu, for it will never gain you my love."
Atemu replied coldly. Anzu gritted her teeth together and shrieked, kicking the
bed with her legs as she lost her temper. Atemu watched her have her fit, and
then he turned to leave. Anzu growled.

"Halt!"
Atemu stopped and turned to look at her. His eyes widened when he saw she had
his golden box in her hands again. "I order you back into your box!"
Atemu gasped as his form turned transparent and wispy. He was sucked into the box,
and Anzu shut it tightly. She stared down at his box, seething in rage.
"Stupid! Why!?" Anzu tossed the box beside her and fumed.

Suddenly
her door crashed open and Anzu cried out, startled. She gasped when she saw all
the members of Atemu's court standing in her doorway, angry looks on each of
their faces. Mana stood with them, her vivid green eyes filled with tears and
hate. Anzu clutched her blanket tighter to herself as she tried to hide her
nudity from them. Mana stalked into the room along with the others, and she
stopped by her bed.

"Where
is he Princess!?" Mana snapped.

"Who?"
Anzu questioned.

"Don't
play stupid with us Princess. We heard what was going on in here. We heard the
Pharaoh's voice, and behold, he is gone. Where is he?" Mahado spoke next.
Anzu bit her lip.

"I
know not. Go look elsewhere." She replied. As Mana's gaze swept over here,
she saw the sparkling golden box sitting beside her. Quick as a wink, she threw
herself over Anzu, who let out a shriek of dismay, and snatched the box. Anzu
tried to grab her, but Mana was too quick for her.

"This
belongs to the Pharaoh! Why do you have it?" Mana asked.

"Give
that back to me this instant you little brat!" Anzu screamed, leaping at
her, and the blanket surrounding the princess fell away. Mahado and Seto
grabbed her, preventing the distraught princess from getting to Mana and taking
the box back. Mana stared at Anzu, then looked at the box.

"This
is the Pharaoh's box. Why do you want it?" Mana inquired, arching a brow
at the princess. Anzu growled and struggled, but the priests held fast.

"Give
it to me! Give it to me!" Anzu yelled. Mana, curious now, opened the lid
to see what was inside. Smoke began billowing out of it, and Mana gasped,
nearly dropping the box. She grabbed it and watched as a form began taking
shape through the smoke. Everyone in the room gasped out loud and shot Anzu
strange looks as their Pharaoh was revealed to them. Atemu blinked, then stared
down at Mana and the box in her hands. Everyone was doubly surprised when Atemu
knelt before Mana on one knee, his head bowed.

"What
can I do for you Master?" At Atemu's words, Mana's eyes widened and her
mouth gaped open. The poor girl resembled a fish gasping for air. All eyes
turned to Anzu full of shock and despair.

"What
have you done?" Mana whispered, her gaze returning to the submissive form
of her ruler and best friend.

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