The Airship

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The sliding doors parted and the air conditioned room's airftedfted outwards into the hallway, catching his cape and pushing it away from hody.ody. He took a few steps into the room and the door shut. His mentally disturbing eyes locked onto the back of the tenant of the room's back and shifted into more of a glare. He could feel her stiffen under the presence of him, able to tell that she was being watched.

"What have you done with Odion!?" He commanded of his sister.

She stood still, the robes concealing her from his sight. "I will not hand him over to you."

"I will punish you both!" Marik's hand crashed down onto the top of a chair, the frame stressing and almost cracking.

"I refuse to allow yo har harm the Tombkeeper's Clan any further."

He took a few more steps for her and then grabbed her shoulder and spun her to face him. She showed a slight sign of fear, but she had her usual confidence against his wills. He glared more deeply into his sister's eyes and she almost flinched away from him. "You are no longer protected by the items; I can find out anything I want."

Ishizu's eyes went wide and her hand clutched the space around her throat where her gift to Yugi had once been. The smirk that was soon on her brother's face disgusted her a little, although something about it intrigued her.

Marik released her shoulder and stepped back from her. "I don't have time for this. I will find out the information I need after the tournament is over." He turned his back to her. "After Yuugi bows before the rightful Pharaoh, I will return and finish this."

Ishizu looked down. She was powerless to stop her own brother, and she missed the soft and youthful side that she had grown up with. Something about the new him still interested him, but he was too risky to trust and his goals were completely opposite of those their family was supposed to follow.

Marik's voice crept into the room once more, "However..." Marik spun around and clutched her shoulders.

Ishizu's eyes went fully wide as she felt herself tossed to the floor, the robe concealing her head being ripped off of her. She began to struggle, but her wrists were quickly latched together and bound by something relatively tough. She pulled helplessly as she was completely tied.

Marik stood over his sister and smirked widely at his work. Her wrists had been bound by her belt; the remaining stretch of the belt was secured to the gold necklace she wore; her legs were pulled up and folded, her ankles on her butt cheeks, the string that would normally hold the Ring bonding her ankles to the tie around her wrists and then up to her knees; and her knees were tied and held by a rope that went around her throat, one that he was saving for the Puzzle after Yuugi's defeat.

She glared, although he had managed to prevent her from fighting him. She was beginning to blush slightly, noticing the grin that was on his face. Ishizu began considering what her brother would do to her in this situation.

Ishizu shivered as the rod ran from the base of her neck and down over her belly button, then just passing her waist line before lifting up. Marik presses the tip just into the dress just down from the collar. He lifted the rod, the dress partly pierced by it and holding, and with a flick of his wrist it snapped through the fabric. The torn fabric was gripped tightly and then ripped downwards, tearing right through the dress and down to her waist.

She tried to struggle and cried out, "No, brother! Please, not now!"

Marik ignored her plea and finished tearing through her dress, then completely ripped it from her body. She lay on her back in underwear and bra, blushing up at him and still glaring. He smirked and licked his lips, his eyes wandering over the curves of her body, the most intriguing places of her still concealed. He knelt between her parted legs and grasped her chin firmly with his free hand. Marik then thrust his lips to his sister's lips and then ripped away before she could respond.

His smirk grew when the blush spread slightly further on her face. The hand ran to under her chin slightly and he pushed her head back and against the floor. He held her there and let his lips kiss over her neck. Ishizu moaned slightly and squirmed under him, vainly trying to break free. His lips spread into her chest and she couldn't help giving another slight moan.

The rod traced from her shoulder to the centre of her chest and then over the piece of bra that joined the two cups. The tip followed the curve of the top of one cut and then onto the thin strap that crossed onto her shoulder. It caught in the fabric and tore it slightly, causing Marik to smirk. He ran the point of the rod across her collar bone to the other strap and pierced it in the same way. The straps were quickly and easily snapped and he finished removing the bra by snapping the centre fabric that had been partly cut before.

Marik let his lips continue over her now bare chest, causing her to shiver further. Ishizu's nipples had already become hard from the cold air blowing over them. She shivered more deeply when his breath neared them and his lips flowed over the tip of one. He sucked on the nipple enough to force a moan from her mouth. His hand gripped the breast that he wasn't already occupied with and gave it a firm squeeze. He placed his hand so that her nipple was between his index and middle fingers and pressed the fingers together around the hard nipple as he squeezed the breast.

She clutched the leather belt that secured her hands, unable to ignore the pleasure, but still confused about her brother and his full intentions, especially in this moment. Her eyes opened again when his lips parted her nipple and began following the line down the middle of her body and over her belly button. He nibbled on the edge of her underwear and smirked at that aroma rising from her. He lifted his head and could see that the underwear was already damp and smirked very wide.

The tip of the rod touched her underwear over the damp spot, slowly piercing the threads. "M-Marik!" Ishizu spoke quickly, slightly stunned by what he was doing. "Please, broth-er" She shivered as he pressed it deeper through the fabric, pulling the surface more tightly over her lips, the tip having found the entrance to her depths.

He watched with the smirk still on his face. He licked his lips, her pleasure very apparent, although she was still struggling a little. He pressed the rod further and watched as it partly pulled the fabric inwards and tore a wider hole. She moaned slightly as the rod slipped deeper into her almost drooling self. He forced the tip slightly deeper, then pulled it back slightly. His sister shivered and clasped the bonds tighter as he pushed it back into the depths it had settled in before.

Marik continued the motion, watching Ishizu's face change from a look of shock and unwillingness to one of slight desire for further action. Her underwear further dampened, widening the smirk on Marik's face. Ishizu's back gave a sudden sligt arch, though she was limited by the bonds, and she let off a deep moan of pleasure.

The rod was slowly pulled from her and Marik looked at the glistening tip, completely soaked in his stepsister's orgasmic fluids. A small trail began to run down from the tip and pooled on the edge of the finger that was curled around the handle. He licked his finger clean and tthe the trail from the rod, his eyes on Ishizu who was breathing heavily. He leaned over and kisses her lips, then rested on all fours over her, "You enjoyed that feeling, didn't you?"

He could tell that her cheeks reddened slightly more from the already deep flush. He dropped the cloak off to the side and then removed his shirt and tosses it with the cloak. Her eyes opened slightly and the concerned look returned to her face. She tried to squirm, but her movement was too limited. Marik finished removing his clothing and then knelt between her legs. The underwear was easily snapped and torn off of her and he tossed the soaked article away.

Ishizu squirmed under him as he lowered his chest onto hers and then pressed his hips firmly to hers to pin her to the ground. He pressed his length against her smooth and wips ips and she shivered slightly, but she refused to give up trying to break free. Marik shifted and he ran along her and placed himself over the very moist opening to her depths. Her eyes went wide and she began to form her words, but her brother had already forced himself in to the full depth that he could.

Her eyes shut tightly and she gave a slight moan, then a gasp and winced, her entire body tensing. She resisted crying, knowing that it would probably give the dark side of her brother more satisfaction, but a single tear escaped and rolled down her cheek. Another slight moan flowed from her throat when he pulled back and then forced himself in deep again. The feeling was painful yet had pleasure in it. She knew that she was bleeding, but the rushes of pleasure as her brother moved within her were beginning to overwhelm her.

His lips curled in a smirk as he enjoyed the warmth of her depths. The smooth texture gave him a pleasure that he was enjoying more than he would have expected. She struggled beneath him, but made it clear that she was enjoying. It was making it more fun for him to see her like this. His hips have a deep thrust against her and he watched her head tilt back with a long moan escaping her mouth. The bonding he had accomplished impressed him greatly.

She wrenched her wrists between the belt. At this point she had given up struggling against his will, but now she wanted to at least have her hands free. He was continuing to give deep thrusts into her and her head was tilting further backwards with the increasing pleasure. Ishizu's moaning lengthened and deepened. She continued strugging, still refusing to give up.

His lips and tongue ran over her exposed neck. Marik smirked at her shivering and moaning response to the feel. The feeling was beginning to get to him more, forcing hif tof to stiffen further within her. Her response made him smirk even wider. She appeared to be enjoying even further.

The belt finally released her wrists and her arms flew to his upper back. She clung to him, moaning even louder. Marik looked slightly shocked at her sudden change in willingness, though at this point he wouldn't argue. She pulled him more tightly as she began to tighten around him. Ishizu felt herself flood with her own orgasmic fluids.

His hips gave an extremely hard thrust into her and he exploded within her. The warmth around him increased from his release. He pulsed for a moment and then moved slightly before resting deep within her. The two lay together, breathing heavily.

After a moment Marik rose up from her, sliding himself from her depths. He returnes cls clothes to his back and then took his belongings that had bonded her. His eyes fell to her and the soft face of her true brother broke free for a moment, but he then returned to the stern and murderous self. The doors opened again and he walked out, leaving his sister on the floor, finally able to cry.