Family Bonding

TITLE: FAMILY BONDING
Author- Plan9au
Rating- NC-17
Warning- Rape, Incest (uhhh kind of), BDSM
Authors Note- A good authors note should be witty and insightful, At this time of the day however I am neither so you will have to make do with what I Have: this is my first real foray into Fan fiction, unless you count my “Katrina series” written for the underground Mechwarrior Magazine ‘BattleTech BattleRom’. I know shameless self promotion but. This is chapter two of a story I am co-writing with another author So some parts may confuse, just skip them and stick to the naughty goodness. Please review, I’ll die without reviews

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Ishizu awoke with a start unsure of where she was, let alone what had happened to her, the last thing she could remember was a strong iron grip, grabbing her from the shadows. A cold wind blew across the room, Ishizu sat up and looked around- stonewalls with no natural light, it looked all the world like medieval dungeon. As she looked around her hand went to her throat where a thin ring of metal encircled it there seemed to be no lock, just the still warm join, where someone had welded the ends together. A small ring seemed to be the only ornamentation, it was like some form of collar, she dreaded to think why it had placed on her, and more importantly by whom.

She took another look around her, noting the iron bars that kept her in a small cell; it was what was beyond the bars however that scared her, even more than the collar. A large wooden table dominated the room, solid looking rings of iron decorated it, and along one wall a small collection of strong iron manacles hung silent and forbidding. Although deep down she realised how futile it was she stood and crossed to the bars testing them, solid and surprisingly cold. By pressing against them she could make out a large wooden door hidden from her previous view, and although the door was open the darkness beyond made it impossible to see over the threshold. She went back to the wooden bench where she had woken on and sat down again, she slumped forward and rested her head in her hands, wishing she still had the necklace that had provided so much comfort in the past. She lay back on the bench and stared up at the ceiling.

Ishizu opened her eyes at the sound of footsteps, and cursed her weakness for having fallen asleep; she sat up as a shadow fell across the entrance to the cell, a figure stood before her, a strong light behind him however kept his face in darkness. All she could say was that the figure was obviously male, something about him though seemed familiar, and then he spoke,

“I see your awake my dear sister” she was startled her brother Marik imprisoning her.

“Marik?” she asked, to be answered by a laugh,

“No my dear” he said moving to one side allowing light to fall on his face, “Just his body, I’m in charge now”

“Malik” she said feeling a little sick, now understanding the purpose of the collar.

“I really should be looking for the millennium items,’ he said smiling malevolently at her,
“but something’s are just too good to pass on” he leering at her, Ishizu shrunk back wrapping her arms around her.

Again Malik laughed, “Don’t worry my dear, the time hasn’t come yet” with that Malik turned and left, leaving Ishizu with no doubt as to what would occur when the time was right.

Ishizu was unsure of how long had passed when another figure appeared at the cell, she looked up her heart racing, was it time? Ishizu was smart enough to realise that escape was impossible, but the though of Malik…Shook ook her head and was cheered by the though that every minute that Malik used her for his twisted fun was one more minute that she bought for the Pharaoh to find the millennium items. This time however it wasn’t Malik, but his manservant Odeon. Until now Ishizu had always found Odeon strangely attractive, now she watched him through rage-narrowed eyes. Kneeling he slipped a tray of steaming bowls into her cell.

“Master Marik wants you to eat,” he said standing, Ishizu said nothing just stared defiantly ahead. With a small shrug Odeon left, leaving Ishizu alone with the knowledge that the next visit would not be so cordial.

The harsh grating of a key in the lock dragged Ishizu from her daydream, looking towards the door she saw the large shadow of Odeon, the door swung inwards and she sat up. In one hand she noticed a thin leather strap attached to a long chain, she swung her legs from the bench and tried to stand,

“Don’t make this hard for me” Odeon said almost pleading, but Ishizu appeared not to have heard, attempting to push the large bulk of Odeon away. He reached a meaty hand out towards her; she slapped it away, and stood this time managing to back away from the large man. He reached out again, this time grabbing a handful of her raven hair; he gave a quick tug. Ishizu reached up and gripped his wrist attempting to free herself, to no avail. Maintaining his grip he slowly bent her head back exposing the thin iron hoop around her throat. Grasping the collar Odeon easily lifted her. Ishizu struggled to breathe as Odeon held her off the ground.

“I don’t want to hurt you Mistress,” he said as he locked the chain around the collar's iron ring. After ensuring the chain was properly attached he lod hed her to the hard ground. Ishizu reached up towards the collar her fingers trying to find a way to loosen the chain, nothing. With a small smile, he gave a sharp tug on the chain and ordered Ishizu to her feet,

“Master Malik wishes to see you,” he said, as Ishizu climbed to her feet.

Ishizu found herself forced to her knees in front of Malik. Her hands held palm down on the cold stone floor by the short-chained manacles attached to the floor.

“My dear sister’ Malik said looking down at the prone form in front of him.

“You’re not my brother,” she said looking defiantly up at him, Malik smiled then bought his hand down hard across Ishizu’s face, causing her to cry in pain and lower her head to the floor.

Malik gave a small laugh and then spoke, “You are right in a way my dear” he knelt and cupped Ishizu’s chin, he raised her head and looked into eyeseyes, “Your Brother was a weak fool, unable to grasp the true power he had in his hands” he told her. He released his grip and stood, he looked down at her bowed head and gave a small chu.
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“I’m glad my dear, that you now show me the respect that I richly deserve.” Slowly he walked around her, admiring the way the thin white Egyptian cotton hung from her slender frame, showing her generous curves while still maintaining the quiet dignity her position deserved. She glanced up as he circled her like a shark, to her horror she noticed the tool attached to his belt. Thin and three feet long with a stark white ivory handle and a wide leather tip, similar to one used by her father on his Arabian horse. All thoughts of the possible use of this tool were banished from her mind when he knelt next to her a vicious looking dagger in his hand. He gave a small chuckle and tilted the razor sharp blade so the light glinted of the edge, he raised o Iso Ishizu’s throat and slipped it beneath her robe, between her breasts, he turned the blade away from her flesh and with a final sharp movement cut through the thin material.

The white cotton fell away to expose her smooth dark skin, the cotton had left little to the imagination but what it did was now seen. Aside from her gown all that Ishizu ever wore was a small pair of white cotton panties. Stripped to these panties Ishizu stayed defiant her back naked yet straight with pride, she showed no fear, or sign of embarrassment. Malik walked a slow circle around her again, this time admiring the trim, naked body, chained like a dog before him.

“It seems a shame my dear that you keep this covered for so long,” he said looking down at her, Malik lazily traced a line down the centre of her back; she could feel the smooth leather on her skin, “You remember the beatings that father gave us my dear” he asked, drawing ever increasing circles on her naked back, Ishizu remained silent, Malik just nodded to himself,

“Of course you do” he said tapping her shoulder gently with the end of his crop.
“Those nights, when he caught us at our games, our duelling. You remember them, he always used to say that we should spend more time preparing for our duties” Malik gave a laugh, “Our duties, look where I am now” he said spreading his arms wide,

Ishizu turned her head towards him, “I see nothing” she snarled, Malik froze for a second, then moved swiftly bringing his outstretched arm down, the crop he held in that hand struck Ishizu hard. She bit off the cry that started to leave her lips, Malik watched, as a red welt appeared to mark the placement of his first blow.

“I’ll let you in on something my dear” he said kneeling in front of her and lifting her chin with the end of the crop.

“Those beatings will seem like a pleasant dream compared to what I can do”. He stood and pacrounround her again, every other step punctuated by him slapping the crop against his boots. He stopped, and turned towards her, he said nothing knowing that everything was now beyond words, more words would come, but not now. He raised the crop, high above his head, paused then bought it down, hard, between her shoulders. The blow, although she knew it was coming at some point, was unexpected. Slowly he drew his arm up again and again bought it down, this time near the small of her back. Ishizu bit her lip till it bled, as another blow, followed by another hit her naked back. The next struck her across the kidneys, and a small cry left her, again Malik struck. Despite her attempts she couldn’t help from crying out as blow after blow struck her. Malik paused slightly between strikes, long enough to saviour her pain, another dozen blows rained down, then he stopped. He looked down at her, her back once so smooth, now covered in the red welts that marked the beating he had delivered. Only the soft sobbing from Ishizu broke the silence that filled the room after his flurry. He gave a short laugh as he watched her, her head bowed, tears streaking her beautiful face, yet still to proud to fall to her belly. He took a deep breath and turned away from her, unbidden Odeon crossed to the sobbing form of his mistress he knelt beside her and quickly freed her wrists from their manacles. Ishizu bought her hands under her hugging them to herself, trying to will the lingering pain away.

“Odeon, take her back to her cell, I’ll finish with her later” she heard Malik say. Gently Odeon lifted her to her feet, then taking the chain, still attached to her collar, he lead her across the cold stone floor, down the twisted staircase to the rather dubious comfort of her cell.

Ishizu guessed the passage of time since her beating, was now in days, judging by the meals she had received. She pulled the rough woollen blanket tighter around her, still naked Ishizu had gotten used to the chill, most of the time, but sometimes the temperature seemed to drop considerably. She was cold, naked, dirty and her back still hurt, although the welts had all but disappeared. Odeon wasn’t an unkind jailer but he was far from the well of information that Ishizu required, the humiliation she had suffered had hurt her more than any pain she had felt, and still it lingered. And rather impatiently, she awaited the return of her captor.

Another few meals passed before he returned. He stood beyond the bars watching her as she tried to cover herself with the blanket from his prying eyes, it seemed important to her now to hide her nakedness despite the fact, he was now no stranger to her curves. He laughed and came closer, pressing his thin face against the bars,

“No welcome back for me’ he said, watching as Ishizu drew away from him, not in fear, not now, but revulsion. He frowned, and made a show of sniffing the air,

“You have let yourself go’ he said aware of the fact that she hadn’t been allowed to bathe the time he was away,

“Maybe I should rectify that…Odeon” he called; his manservant came up behind him.
“Master Malik” was all he said. Turning his head Malik spoke to the large man.

“Prepare our guest for a good wash’ he said stepping back allowing Odeon access to the cell door. The door swung open with barely a sound, and Odeon stepped into the small cell. Still sore from her treatment days before, Ishizu put up little more than token resistance before again the chain was attached to the collar. With little fight, Ishizu left the cell and past the smiling Malik.

She was lead again up the stairs and to the centre of a circular stone room, no ornamentation bar two manacles hanging from the low ceiling, a thin hose on one wall and a large wooden crank. Two large windows let in ample light but also more cold air, beyond the windows the horizon stretched to the distance, uninterrupted green hills rolled as far as the could see. First one hand then another was raised above her head and locked into its place in the steel manacles, she slumped forward, not caring now. Her eyes followed Odeon as he crossed to the crank, a few rotations and Ishizu found herself lifted from the hard ground, only by straining could she place her tiptoes on the stone underfoot. She heard Malik’s footfalls on the stairs, and watched as he entered the tower, there was no attempt on his part to hide the object he held in his hand. It was only a few feet long, a dark wooden handle, from which extended nine leather strips each knotted several times along it’s length.

Silently he stood before her running his free hand loosely over the plaited leather strips of his new tool. She was seemingly unaware of the action behind her as Odeon, slowly and carefully uned ted the hose from it’s resting place, the brass nozzle was highly polished and shone easily in the light that streaked in from the large windows. He lifted the hose and held it in one hand while the other opened the faucet allowing the hose to fill. Malik gave a small smile and took a single step back,

“You ready my dear” was all he said taking a single step back. Ishizu braced herself, but the chilled water that hit her exposed body took her breath away. She was unsure which was worse, the frigid water or the force of which it struck her. The first blast of the icy water hit her accurately between the shoulders, without lessening the pressure Odeon lowered his aim and allowed the water to follow an invisible line down her back to her buttocks. As suddenly as the water hit her it stopped, the cool wind turned cold as it blew across her wet back, the water run down her legs in rivulets pooling at her toes, a faint scraping sound told her Odeon was changing his position, sure enough he came into her view, dragging the hose behind him like a long tail. She watched listlessly as Odeon raised the nozzle again.

Malik spoke, “aim a little lower,” he said pushing the larger mans hand down. Odeon took a deep breath and let loose a stream of water; it struck Ishizu in the stomach like an icy fist, forcing the breath from her in the form of a small grunt and tried to jerk forward, Malik gave a small chuckle, and halted the flow with a small wave of his hand. Gripping his new toy between his hands he gave it an experimental tug, as if testing its strength. Odeon raised his aim and awaited the next signal from his master; it came in the form of a barely visible nod, this next surge of water hit Ishizu accurately between her ample breasts. Ishizu gave a small cry as the water struck, she tried to take a breath, but found herself unable too; the cold water and high pressure conspired together to tighten her chest muscles. Ishizu tried to fight the rising panic as the stream continued, she was gasping, her head was swimming. Panic quickly overtook her, was Malik trying to kill her? She fought hard against the chains that shackled her, her toes scrambled on the wet stones trying to find purchase, purchase that would help her move away from the cold, wet, death that she was sure awaited her wat water stopped. Thankfully Ishizu gulped down lung fulls of oxygen, her vision swam, but she could still see the smirk on Malik’s face. She had lost control; her vaunted composure had stripped away as easily as her robes. She dropped her head, ashamed at how easy it was for Malik to take even this last thing from her. Involuntarily she shivered as the soft wind from outside brushed softly against her wet skin, Malik approached her, marvelling at the way her skin goose pimpled, the way her nis has hardened in response to the cold, the welts he had given her days before, now stood out, not as angry red marks, but now as white scars against her dark skin. He run a hand over her back, tracing the scars, he could feel her try to pull away from his caress and this pleased him. As he slowly circled her, his free hand wandered her naked body. From the small of her back it crossed over her hip to the top of her shaved, naked sex. His finger circled her bellybutton then chased each other up her torso to her breasts. Her skin was smooth, even given the treatment it had endured over her life, the hot Egyptian sun, the regular beatings from father, even his own handiwork had faded within a couple of days. He noticed she kept her face away from him refusing to look at him,

“The proud ones are always the easiest,” he thought to himself, allowing his fingers to circle an erect nipple, without warning he gripped the nipple tightly and twisted it, eliciting a small cry of pain from Ishizu. He let his arm come back to his side and again slowly circled her, watching her, memorising every inch of her uncovered form. Ishizu closed her eyes, unable to watch as he inspected her, as one would new livestock, because of this she never saw the blow coming.

The first was relatively gentle the leather strips spreading as it landed, it was uncomfortable, and unexpected but caused no real pain, unlike the subsequent shot, delivered in an overhand blow, Malik put weight behind it. The straps this time bunched together, striking Ishizu across her back, she let out a small grunt as it landed. Malik pulled his arm back and struck again, this time across her buttocks, Ishizu could feel each of the tight knots as they pounded her flesh. Another across her buttocks then one further up across her kidneys, it didn’t leave an ugly mark, when it struck, not like the crop. A second across her kidneys elicited a response, a sharp intake of breath; the next two blows struck Ishizu across her hips, as Malik took a step around her, another step and another blow. Each blow stung more than otheother. A blow across her thighs caught her by surprise, the second across her thighs made her cry out, it was the next blow that hurt her the most, all nine straps struck her across the breasts, she let a loud cry and tried to twist her body from the next blow, It struck again across her breasts, then Malik changed hands and struck her back, the tips of the straps curling around and landing with a slap on her hip. e ble blows struck her buttocks and lower back in quick succession, Ishizu closed her eyes and fought back the tears of pain, all the while allowing small cries to escape her lips.

Malik stopped and lowered the cat ‘o’ nine tails, watching where Ishizu’ normally dark skin had turned red under his attentions. He gave a small smile and again struck her, the leather straps connecting with the soft flesh of her stomach, Ishizu gasped as the wind was forced from her body, Malik hit her again, lower, his aim was good, the knotted tips of the whip slapped against the delicate flesh of her sex, as Malik hit it a second and third time, Ishizu let out a scream of pain, the scream Malik was waiting for, he gave her a final blow, hard, across her hip, placing the knotted tips across her buttocks for the last time. Ishizu barely felt this blow, the pain from the previous three blows still at the forefront of her mind, her head was bowed in pain, and tears fell from her eyes. Malik brushed a loose strand of hair from Ishizu’ face, almost tenderly and spoke,

“My dear sister your torment is almost over….almost” he said, that last word froze her blood, what else did he have in mind for her?

Ishizu was tired and sore; She had no fight left in her as Odeon led her back down the stairs to the dungeon. She found herself not placed back into her cell, but instead forced onto the large wooden table; she had stared at for so long from her cell. Her wrists were restrained, by her sides, by heavy steel bands. The soles of her feet rested on the table top, inches from where her hands rested, her ankles bound by similar steel bands.

There was only one reason for her to be displayed like this, and the realisation hit her like a truck, of all the things he could do to her, Not that. Malik appeared alongside her,
“You ready my dear” he said with a smirk, she looked at him; her defiance gone there was nothing but fear in her eyes,

“No” she croaked, Malik laughed and walked around the table, stan bet between her bent legs.

“Like those who came before you, your virginity has been worn like a badge of office. For close to thirty years you’ve clung to it on the orders of a long dead Pharaoh and his ancient gods.” He sneered as he slowly disrobed.

“Please no” she pleaded as he approached her,

“My dear sister, your long and continued interference in my plans is at an end…as is your destiny as the priestess of the gods” he told her, placing a hand on one of her knees, gently pushing it away from it’s partner.

“No please…no” she said weakly, then turned her face from him. With a grin, Malik placed his hard member at the entrance of her sex, her eyes were closed tight as he slowly entered her, seemingly afraid of hurting her. At first a little pain and then the numbness, as the realisation that he had taken her virginity from her. She could feel him inside her, feel his hot breath on her face he bent low over her, he spoke softly

“Sister I’ve seen the way men look at you, watch you, you always enjoyed it, teasing and playing with them”

“No” she said again, this time barely above a whisper. Malik gave a short laugh and kissed her neck, she grimaced as she felt his lips play against her neck. As he started to thrust into her, his grunts filled her ears; she started to cry, no longer ashamed at being seen to do so. She tried to block the whole thing from her mind; but every time he thrust into her he accented it with a loud grunt, or a small laugh. It seemed to go for an eternity, his hands explored her body, kneaded her breasts, stroked her shoulders, he kissed her, nibbled her ear, or bit hard on a nipple. Finally she felt him slow then stop and withdraw, followed by a final moan from Malik. The warm stickiness she felt hit her stomach could be only one thing, she tried not to think about it, instead her mind wandered, one thing kept her warm, one thing Malik couldn’t steal. While she lay bound and defiled her Pharaoh, moved closer to the goal, closer to victory. A sharp slap from Malik bought the present crashing back.

“Still so pretty” he said, as for the first time since her last ordeal she looked at him. He leered at her, and run his fingers over her exposed thigh.

“Such a tasty morsel” he said, “And so naïve, you really think you managed to delay me, regardless of if I had you or not my dear I would have returned here when I did, you were simply a way of killing time” Ishizu watched in disbelief as her tormentor dressed, his leering eyes never leaving her naked body. As he finished he spoke to her one last time,
“I do hope you enjoyed your stay here my dear sister, since when I leave, you will be staying here” Ishizu said nothing, Malik gan ean evil grin, “I won’t be returning my sister” he approached her, lowered his mouth near Ishizu’s ear, “Your stone prison will become your stone tomb” he laughed as she gasped, realising the truth of his words.

Malik nuzzled her neck one last time then walked away from her, “Odeon will attend to your last wishes,” he said over his shoulder. The defences that Ishizu had built around herself now collapsed, she had always counted on Malik letting her go, would she die in this desolate place? Odeon, Malik’s trusted manservant, entered the room,

“I’ve finished with this” he said, as the large man approached the bound figure of the once proud Ishizu, “You know your duty now Odeon, Do it quickly we have other business to attended to” with that he left the room, sure that he had seen the last of his interfering sister. Odeon untied Ishizu from the table, and lifted her from it, his strong arms felt strangely welcoming as he carried her across the cold stone floor and into the cell that had become her home these last few weeks. He laid her gently on the wooden bench that had served as her bed, Odeon looked around both the cell and the room beyond as if ensuring his master was gone. Happy that Malik was not likely to return, Odeon made up his mind, be bent low over Ishizu.

“I’m sorry my mistress for what Master Malik has done, but I wont let you die here,” he whispered to her. He stood and collected a few items, items he placed just inside the door of the cell, and again he looked around nervously,

“Mistress, I’ve left what I can, some food and water, something to wash with and some clothes you can wear” He waited for Ishizu to reply, but she said nothing, he gave a small nod of sadness,

“I will leave the door unlocked Mistress if you wait a few hours, Master Malik will be too far away to stop an escape” Odeon turned to leave, as he closed the door to the cell he heard Ishizu whisper two words,

“Thank you” He didn’t look back as he climbed the stairs to the surface,