Vengeance of Sethos

By hatochiisai and Bishojo_shadow (aka Junshin Tenshi)

*~* This is the missing rape scene from chapter seven of Tales of Arabian Nights.


Seto smirked down at Ahmose. "Sucks to be you..." he said amusedly sliding the pants down his slave's thighs before ripping them off and forcing his legs open... he allowed his hands to run down the length of Ahmose's leg's. His legs were soft and lithe, almost like a woman's, but powerful muscles quivered under his touch. Ahmose's body prickled with goose bumps when Seto's fingertips traced his penis and his warm breath tickled his thighs. Seto smiled and the intense blush that spread across Ahmose's face and chest, his eyes shut tightly and his jaw clenched… the look on his face was priceless, and Seto was going to make this night last an eternity for Ahmose, one he would never forget. Seto then sat up and grasped Ahmose’s tube top in his fists and ripped it open straight down the middle, causing the sorcerer to gasp and jerk as his chest was exposed.

Ahmose dug his fingers into the bed beneath him, shaking and breathing harshly in his anger and fear, though he fought hard to hide the latter emotion. He knew that Seto knew he was afraid, but he didn't want to give the man the satisfaction of actually SEEING it. Ahmose had every intention of just laying there and taking it in silence with as little reaction as possible, just to piss Seto off.

Seto smiled slightly, it was obvious how hard Ahmose was trying, his entire body was tense, his hands gripping the bed so tightly his knuckles were turning white. Ahmose needed something to focus his attention on if it was to work though and Seto wasn't about to provide him with one…pain would come , for now he simply wanted the satisfaction of Ahmose enjoying this, even if only a little; Ahmose would never forgive himself for that. Ahmose living with that guilt would be better than any wish he could ever ask for, because he did it out of his own free will. He swallowed Ahmose's erection in one swoop and without warning, obviously surprising the other.

Ahmose jerked violently, nearly choking on his own tongue. "GODS!" He yelped, and managed to catch himself before he smacked Seto in the eye. He quickly slammed his hand back down onto the bed and gripped the sheets again, biting his lip and fighting back a moan, trying to keep as still as he could and not squirm. He broke into a sweat.

This was all too easy… granted Seto knew Ahmose's intention was to probably to knock him off or get away but unless it was having an effect he wouldn't bother with it at all. Not to mention it was rather hard to try and focus on something other than an intensely hot mouth wrapped around your length, and doing a wonderful job.

Ahmose kept playing his current deepest desire over and over in his head; throwing Seto off and beating him to death with his bare hands... but if he even tried to hurt Seto or disobeyed in any way, Yami would be the one to pay the price... And Ahmose would die before he allowed that to happen. A gasp and strangled moan finally escaped his lips and he winced, mentally scolding himself for his lack of self control.

Seto pulled away for a moment using his hand instead for the moment. "You should relax and make the best of this situation, if you fight too much you might make a mistake in all this… we made a deal didn't we? I'd hate to think you've gone this far to simply break your word." Seto said continuing the pumping motion of his hand.

Ahmose opened his eyes and glared at Seto, growling. "I'm sure you would love for me to lose control... just to rub my nose in it... sorry... it's not going happen." He hissed, eyes glowing slightly. But Seto didn't worry. Ahmose's magic was still tightly bound and inaccessable to the sorcerer.

"You're not very intimidating while you are lying naked beneath me, and yes I would love it, it would give me the power to hurt the one you care for more than anything else in this world… and make you watch it." Seto breathed in his ear as his other hand began to tease Ahmose's nipples and Seto's mouth lavished affection on him in all the right places, as he said before pain would come later he wanted to humiliate Ahmose first.

Ahmose closed his eyes again, gritting his teeth and growling, but slowly, his growls were replaced with pants and whines. One of his hands flew up to Seto's chest as if to push him away, but he caught himself again, fisting his hand against older boy's chest for a few moments, then slowly forcing it back down to the mattress again as he squirmed slightly.

"There's no need to refrain from touching me, just don't put malice behind it…" Seto said pulling Ahmose's arms up to wrap around him, "Keep them that way." He commanded and kissed him, the heat of his tongue pushing past Ahmose's lips and trapping him in the one-sided kiss.

"HRMM?!" Ahmose yelped, jerking and trying to pull away, eyes wide as he gripped Seto's shoulders, just barely able to refrain from throwing the man off of him, or biting down on his tongue.

Seto fisted his hand into Ahmose's hair keeping his head still and pressed his body hard against the other's to keep his movement down to a minimum. He let go of Ahmose's length for a moment focusing intently on kissing him and almost forcing him to react.

Ahmose squirmed underneath Seto, his eyes switching between being clenched shut and wide open, darting around in a panic. His squirms became thrashes as he began to feel the need to breath, and he bucked up against his assaulter in a frantic attempt to get him off of him.

Seto ignored the buck and pressed him harder into the mattress, if he would react Seto would pull away, it was easy enough for him to breath through his nose but Ahmose was to panicked at the moment to do so.

"Hnnnh!" Ahmose whimpered pleadingly, struggling desperately. He finally noticed that Seto was breathing through his nose, so Ahmose followed his example, but honestly he didn't feel that much better... he still felt like he was being smothered, and he continued squirming.

Seto pulled away after a few minutes. He smiled and shook his head at Ahmose, "That was awfully close to breaking your word… should I stop now and save you the trouble of screwing up?"

Ahmose panted, staring up at Seto with wide eyes, but quickly looked away, frowning slightly. "N-No..." He breathed, almost too softly for Seto to hear.

"Good, then I would respond if I was you." He said leaning close barely an inch away from Ahmose's lips. "Prove to me that you're worth this." He said simply.

Ahmose's eyes darted up to meet Seto's and they widened. He paled slightly. "W-What...?"

"Did I stutter?" He asked menacingly. "Why should I being doing this with you and not Yami? I'm not too inclined to doing this with inactive body either… convince me I'm with the right one."

Ahmose's eyes only got wider, and his mouth opened and closed a few times, but nothing came out. Ahmose was almost positive that Seto could hear his pounding heart.

"Very well then…" Seto abruptly got up. "Then leave, and tell your genie friend that I wish to see your lover." Seto said folding his arms across his chest, it was hilarious to see the flood emotions that flew across Ahmose's face.

Ahmose sat straight up. "NO!!!" He cried, reaching an arm out in a pleading motion to stop Seto. "No... please... leave him alone..."

"Make me want to." He said simply, it was easy enough to torment Ahmose this way and a lot more entertaining than him doing all the work when he could have Ahmose do it for him instead.

Ahmose tried to swallow a lump in his throat, and he absently rubbed his stomach, which was feeling a bit sick. He lowered his eyes and silently nodded.

"Good boy." Seto said walking up to him and cupping his face. He kissed him and although Ahmose resisted at first he stopped and timidly reacted to him. Seto imagined him screaming on the inside and couldn't help but torture him more as he began to touch him again making him whimper into the kiss unwillingly.

Ahmose was shaking and fisting his hands in the sheets again, keeping his eyes tightly shut and trying to imagine it was Yami kissing him, but quickly stopped... he could never try to equate Seto with Yami... it was a struggle to respond and not bite Seto's tongue in half, but the worst thing was that when Seto began to touch him, it got easier to respond to the kiss, and not as tempting to bite... and that frightened Ahmose.

Seto couldn't help but smile slightly into the kiss when he felt Ahmose actually relax slightly and he was actually becoming hard in his hand. That wasn't to say he wasn't still resisting slightly but he was slowly giving in to it. Seto pushed him backward onto the bed and laid on top of him, but Seto still continued his motions.

Ahmose grunted slightly as Seto's weight settled onto him and he squirmed, gasping slightly as Seto's hand caressed his awakening arousal, making the muscles in his thighs and abdomen twitch slightly.

Seto took full advantage of Ahmose's gasp and allowed himself to pillage his mouth. He increased his pace on Ahmose's manhood and once again began to tease Ahmose's nipples. He drew away from Ahmose’s lips and kissed down the length of the other's body. When he reached Ahmose's waist he noticed the sharp intake of breath and waited; when Ahmose finally exhaled and relaxed a little, that was when Seto swallowed his length swiftly.

"AAH!!" Ahmose yelped, bucking his hips and fisting his hands in Seto's hair, biting his lip as a shudder raced through his body.

Seto had to remove Ahmose's hands from his hair, the grip being so tight he couldn't move his head. Once Ahmose released his hair he began a steady rhythm, slowly working upon him and using his tongue expertly when he would pull away every so often. He could see tears breech Ahmose's eyes and he doubled his efforts in vigor wanting him to scream in the humiliation of actually receiving pleasure from all this.

Ahmose brought his hands up to his head, seizing his own hair and trying to hide behind his arms at the same time. As hard as he fought not to, he was still bucking his hips slightly, thrusting up into Seto's mouth, and gasping loudly.

"NNH!!! Ah... gods..." He groaned, before biting his lip tightly. "Nnnnnh..."

Seto wasn't about to give up though, being this close… he continued his current enthusiasm and gently cupped the other's balls squeezing gently so not to cause any pain, only add to the pleasure.

Ahmose jerked and threw his head back with a cry. "AHH! GODS!!!" He yelped, one of his feet kicking the blanket off of the bed.

Seto wrapped his other arm around Ahmose's waist to keep him somewhat still, he loved hearing the other cry out in-between soft moans and pants, of which he wasn't even bothering to try to hide anymore. Ahmose's resistance to all this made it all the more challenging and more so the fact that Ahmose's was trying his hardest to not give in… it will make it all the sweeter that not even his best is good enough.

Ahmose bit his lip again, trying to stifle his cries. He tasted blood as his teeth broke through his skin. Thanks to Seto holding his hips firmly, all he could manage was to rock his body in rhythm with Seto's efforts. A heat began to spread through his trembling thighs and abdomen, and his eyes rolled back into his head as he felt his orgasm approaching. He whimpered, trying to hold it off... trying to prevent his body from giving in to Seto… but it was a hopeless battle. His body finally jerked and spasmed, winning out over his mind, and Ahmose cried out as he released, his vision engulfed in blinding white light before fading to black as he went limp. His body quivered in the aftermath of his orgasm and glistened with sweat.

Seto pulled away and admired him for a moment. He was very beautiful, the aftermath leaving his body trembling and the few tears that escaped his eyes from the intensity of it all. Seto could see a few blood stains on the sheet below Ahmose, indicating all the struggling re-opened some of his wounds to the point that they bled through his light bandages. Seto laughed a little.

"You must feel so weak at this point." Seto mused placing his full weight on top of Ahmose. "I wonder… is that how you felt the last time? When you rescued Yami… all those men taking pleasure in you, you must have felt so weak… you seem to suffer more because of him." Seto paused a moment. "Did you take pleasure when you took his place? When they ripped into you again and again… and again."

Ahmose's eyes opened, a haunted look in them as those memories surfaced. He closed his eyes and sobbed slightly as a shudder rippled through him, and he tried to curl in on himself under Seto.

Seto chuckled darkly; it was so easy to hurt Ahmose with those memories. "Don't you even feel the smallest amount of resentment that you sacrifice yourself over and over for him… or did you want it this way? Allow yourself to be victimized… to be raped… maybe that is why your god abandoned you and offered you no release… secretly you must enjoy this… you obviously were a few minutes ago."

Ahmose's eyes flew up to meet Seto's wide and full of horror and humiliation. "... s-shut up..." He gasped, taking a shaky breath and clenching his hands into a fist.

"You deny it?" Seto scoffed "Then why did you cum in my mouth? Why did you whimper and writhe under my touch? For your precious Yami you will enjoy having sex with me?" Seto taunted.

Ahmose flinched and looked away, eyes wide and hollow. "... If that's what it takes, then so be it... anything for him..." He whispered.

"I'm glad you see it that way for I am far from being finished with you as of yet." He flipped Ahmose over on his stomach and pulled him to his hands and knees. He smiled and took hold of one of Ahmose's arms and positioned the other’s hand at his entrance. "I'm not normally inclined to make this comfortable for you, however I think in this case it's worth it… prepare yourself for me."

Ahmose just sat there, stunned, like his mind had blow a fuse. It took him a few moments to process what Seto had told him to do, and even then, he couldn't quite believe it. He sat up and turned around, staring at Seto in shock and confusion. "WHAT?!" He yelped, hoping he had heard the man wrong.

"Am I hard to hear? You keep repeating yourself… and it's becoming tiring." Seto said keeping his stance. "I trust that you’re not saying you won’t." Seto said, threatening the other easily.

Ahmose winced and looked down. "... N-No..." He mumbled

Seto smiled as he watched Ahmose slowly turn and get back into the position he was before his hand hesitating over his entrance. Seto became impatient and he forced Ahmose's hand forward and a finger pushed it's way inside Ahmose's body. "I'm sure you can handle the rest on your own… don't make me wait." Seto hissed in his ear.

"AHH!" Ahmose yelped, eyes flying wide open. He let his head drop, his hail falling around him and pooling on the bed. His face burned in his shame as he obeyed Seto, drawing his finger in and out of his body a few times before adding a second finger, preparing himself. As he added a third, he felt Seto beginning to remove the light bandages from his back, and he shivered as the cool air greeted the hot and sweaty skin of his back, and his re-opened wounds.

Seto pulled back Ahmose's hair so he could see his face before licking away a small trickle of blood that made it's way across the other's shoulder. He gently bit upon his earlobe and kissed his neck as he watched Ahmose continue his humiliating display. Ahmose was putting his full weight on his other arm and Seto stopped him from doing so making him lean forward to rest his weight upon his chest as he forced him to touch himself as well, simply to add to his humiliation.

A dry sob came from Ahmose's chest, and he kept his eyes tightly closed when he felt tears beginning to rise. "Ahh... W-Why..? Why are you... doing this me?!" He gasped, finally turning his head and opening his eyes, staring up at Seto.

"You actually need to ask? Exposing my intent toward Yami alone is enough to make me do this, but you also had me exiled, took away my power and humiliated me… you ruined me so I'm simply repaying the favor…" Seto growled fisting his hand in Ahmose's hair. "I'd continue if I were you."
Ahmose winced. "... I was doing my JOB!!! I didn't take your power! I didn't exile you! Although I would have if I could have." He glared up at Seto. "You brought it upon yourself."

"And you bring this!" He barked at Ahmose grabbing one of his arms and practically throwing him against one of the bedposts. "Would you rather I take my revenge on the one who did all those things, I know you don't want that… you don't want this either I'm sure, but that's not about to stop me… you suffering so much in all of this is half the fun." He snarled.

Ahmose stared at Seto, tense and eyes wide. "If you harm one hair on his head, I will do everything in my power to kill you... no matter how long it takes..." He hissed.

"I'll leave it up to you." Seto said moving away from him and waited for Ahmose to either continue or leave.

Ahmose stared at him in defiance, but that look slowly turned to a look of resignation and defeat. His shoulders drooped and he lowered his eyes in submission.

"Good... as you were then." He said smiling as Ahmose returned to as he was earlier, resting his weight upon his chest as he hesitantly touched himself and prepared himself for something he all but wanted. Seto simply watched and waited for Ahmose's pants and breathing to indicate he was close. Seto would take him soon enough, it wasn't that he was unaffected by all this, but not until he felt his humiliation had reached it's peak… he was going to savor this like a fine wine.

Ahmose whimpered slightly as stroked his erection, but yelped loudly when Seto firmly took hold of his other hand and forced his fingers deeper within his own body. A desperate whine rose from his throat as his already sensitive body began to gear up for its second release.

Seto smiled. This was all too much fun, as he forced Ahmose to move faster upon himself, that beautiful blush spread across his face once again, and his body temperature raised as his second orgasm came in a powerful wave hitting him solidly, Ahmose nearly collapsing from it. He would have if Seto wasn't holding him and without hesitation or waiting for Ahmose to recover from his orgasm, Seto slammed himself fully inside the other. Ahmose's body was still tight from his release, so it was as if he hadn't been prepared at all as Seto tore his way inside his body.

Ahmose threw his head back with a scream, eyes wide in pain as he arched his back forwards, trying to get away from the burning pain of the cruel penetration.

Seto held onto him firmly though, not allowing him even the smallest retreat. He grabbed his elbows and pulled him back by them, Ahmose practically hanging from his arms, straining them and rendering them immobile by the most uncomfortable position. Seto began a fast pace of slamming into him fully and left little room to recover from anything he was doing, any move by Ahmose caused Seto to do something more painful than the last.

Ahmose cried out in shock and agony and thrashed in Seto's grip, but the way Seto held him prevented him from being able to throw any significant strength into his struggles. Several times he had to choke back pleas for Seto to stop and show him some kind of mercy, but even in the midst of the terrible assault, Ahmose would not allow himself to give Seto the satisfaction that he had made the sorcerer beg...

Seto smirked at the attempt to pull away, he was an awkward position as it was and the more he struggled the more he twisted his arms and caused himself more pain. It was easy to see that he was in pain, which was partly the point, but not the entire one. This was humiliation, pain, pleasure, everything Seto wanted him to feel he was…almost. Ahmose found pleasure easily enough by himself, and by Seto sucking him off, but he also wanted him to take pleasure in this as well…the fact that he could not contain his own urges even if he hated the other person, the fact that he would be able to release without the help of his precious lover and found it in the arms of another…would be perfect revenge.

After thrashing a bit more, Ahmose finally fell still, hanging by Seto's grip on his elbows. He let his head fall as he gasped for breath, shaking from a combination of fear, anger, pain, his exertion, and the continuing after effects of his previous orgasm. He grit his teeth and groaned, then yelped as Seto thrust into him again.

Once Ahmose stilled and after he stayed that way, for a good while, Seto released his arms and he simply fell to the mattress. His arms were probably stiff if not asleep from being elevated but that didn't matter to Seto. He leaned forward on his forearms to whisper into his ears.

"That's it…just relax, you and I both know it won't hurt nearly as much if you do."

Ahmose winced as Seto's fingers drew his black hair away from his face; he had been trying to hide himself behind his long hair and wasn't too happy about being exposed. He closed his eyes and drew in a shakey breath, then let it out, his fingers twitching slightly. He squirmed, feeling Seto staring at him, as well as feeling him inside of him.

Seto slowed his movements, not so much that eh wanted to, more the fact that if he didn't Ahmose's body wouldn't get used to it. It was not a terrible feat to get ones body to react against their will, but it had to be done gently wheatear or not he wanted to. Seto continued to stare at Ahmose's flushed face and minded himself about his scars, pain could easily outweigh pleasure but if he wasn't causing any, there was nothing to distract Ahmose.

Ahmose whimpered and moaned, squirming under Seto at the mix of pleasure and discomfort. His eyes fluttered momentarily, revealing his dilated pupils and the tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.

When the tear slipped further Seto licked the tear away. "You're fighting this too much, more than you need to…" He thrust forward and back in a steady pace watching Ahmose's face closely to see his reaction to certain positions and angels…once he found the right one he could move faster.

Ahmose clenched his teeth and closed his eyes tightly, gripping the pillow his head was resting on so hard, his knuckles were white. His breathes came fast and harsh as he inhaled sharply with every thrust into his body. He chewed his lower lip, but finally, Seto got the reaction he had been waiting for. Ahmose's body suddenly jerked and spasmed. His eyes flew wide open and he cried out, bucking his hips forward into the bed and arching his back with a gasping moan.

Seto smiled pulled Ahmose's hips backward into him, there was no longer a need to hold him down or restrain him seeing as he didn't want to put Yami in the same position as he was having lost so much already, so his hands were free to put forward a more constructive use. After a few moments he increased his speed, god Ahmose's body felt wonderful wrapped around him as he pumped in and out of the beautiful body beneath him.

Ahmose closed his eyes tightly, sobbing through clenched teeth as he writhed under Seto's assault on his body. His fingers clawed at the sheets and he gave a whining moan as every singe one of Seto's thrusts brought a pleasurable rubbing against his prostate. Ahmose gasped at an especially hard thrust, his eyes opening to release a new wave of tears.

"You're quite beautiful like this, fighting so hard yet still losing the battle…you're enjoying this, it's easy to see and even easier to hear you…" Seto taunted.

Ahmose cringed, refusing to look at Seto. He slowly propped himself up on his elbows, bowing his head and letting his chin drop to his chest so Seto couldn't see his face.

Seto slammed himself into Ahmose especially hard causing Ahmose to inadvertently throw his head back, although he brought it back down again quickly. The tactic only worked once but it was worth it, he didn't need to see Ahmose to know the other was succumbing to this. Seto reached underneath the other to stroke Ahmose's member in same rhythm as his thrusts.

Ahmose's body tensed and quivered as Seto's hand stroked the sensitive flesh. "Nnnnh... gods..." Ahmose choked out, lowering his head to rest his forehead on the pillow as sweat trickled down his face. "Nnnmmm..."

His voice sounded like victory and Seto wanted to hear more. He wrapped an arm around Ahmose's chest and pulled the other up to his knees and eh angled himself to thrust upward into Ahmose. He seductively licked his earlobe and whispered huskily in his ear. "Again, I want to hear your voice."

"AAH!!" Ahmose cried, writhing at the spikes of pleasure that this new angle sent shooting up his spine and through his being. "Oh gods... please!!"

Seto smiled kissing across his shoulders and neck. "Please? Do you want me to stop?" He asked giving an exceptionally slow stroke along his member and stopping his movement inside Ahmose while he was still fully sheathed inside.

"A-Ahhhh..." Ahmose moaned, shivering and closing his eyes, body clenching around Seto's erection. "Nnnnh..." He let his head drop as he gasped for breath, and a drop of sweat trickled down his back and into one of his open wounds, making the muscles in his back twitch at the slight and sudden stinging brought about by the salt in his sweat.

Seto noticed the momentary discomfort and pushed Ahmose back to his hands and knees, regardless of the other position more desirable he didn't need Ahmose getting distracted now by a technicality…he was reacting perfectly. "Tell me you want more…"

"Nnnnnhh.... nn... nn... n-no..." Ahmose gasped, staring at the pillow and watching his tears dropping onto it and soaking into the silk.

"How long do you want this to last then?" Seto said leaning upon one of his forearms, he wouldn't stop stroking Ahmose or pumping into him. "You know it will end sooner if you simply do as I ask and not…tell me of all people…no." Seto gritted out but kept his anger in check so not to hurt Ahmose out of rage, not yet anyway.

Ahmose winced and drooped even more. "... I'm sorry..." He mumbled.

Ahmose shuddered again as Seto gave the flesh between his legs a long stroke. "Gods... please..." He breathed.

"Please what?" Seto said, he wasn't about to stop and Ahmose probably knew that but if he was begging for something else Seto wanted to hear it.

Ahmose closed his eyes and chewed his lower lip, letting out a slight whimper.

"Come now, it can't be that hard to voice what you want…just a moment ago you told me no…do you wish to take it back?" He whispered low.

Ahmose whined slightly and his head drooped. "... yes..." He whispered. "Gods... please..."

"Do you want to release, do you want me to bring you there?" Seto bit upon his earlobe gently and kissed his neck. "If you ask, I will." He said simply drawing out long slow even strokes with his hips and his hand.

"A-Ahhh!" Ahmose cried out. "Nnh! Y-Yes! Yes..."

"Ask me…you'll make this so much easier if you would swallow that pride of yours, just for a moment give in to this." Seto kept his current pace knowing it could drive almost anyone insane.

Ahmose let out a choked half whine, half sob. "... Please... Finish it!"

Seto smiled that was enough as he speed up almost immediately. Ahmose took a sharp intake of breath only making Seto move his hips faster. It became so intensely hot inside Ahmose Seto could barely stand it and when Ahmose finally released Seto couldn't help but join him in the bliss. It wasn't expected, he didn't want to finish just yet, but he shook it off for the moment and pulled away from Ahmose sitting back and trying to regain his breath.

Ahmose immediately collapsed, slumping forwards and curling in on himself, bringing his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around himself and bowing his head, shaking in the aftermath of his release, and in shame.

Seto after a few minutes grabbed Ahmose's shoulders bringing their faces to one another. "We're not finished just yet, you've reached your climax three times already…I've only reached it once." Seto said shoving Ahmose's face in-between his legs.

Ahmose's eyes widened as he stared at Seto's manhood before him, and
he recoiled slightly in shock and horror, staring up at Seto with large eyes.

"Don't give me that look, as if your surprised by all this…you should already know what your getting into by now. Don't make me tell you again." Seto growled grabbing a fistful of Ahmose's hair.

Ahmose winced as Seto tugged on his hair, forcing his face down between his legs. Ahmose closed his eyes, gasping as he began to feel nauseated. "Oh gods..." He breathed, swallowing thickly before finally taking the head of Seto's member into his mouth, licking at it and tasting the other's semen on it.

Seto let out a sigh when he felt Ahmose obligate to the command. He let go of his hair and settled for stroking the long, thick, black locks…his hair was amazingly soft not oily as he first thought. He shrugged off the thought and pushed Ahmose's head down on his shaft causing him to choke slightly but it got his point across of what eh wanted him to do.

"That's it, use your tongue…just as I did to you." Seto said.

"Hnnmh..." Ahmose whimpered slightly, closing his eyes and trying not to retch and heave. He frowned and withdrew, dragging his tongue up the underside of Seto's length, sucking on the head slightly before sliding back down again, just trying to think of what Yami liked and repeating it on Seto.


It wasn't long before Seto's manhood became hard and he pushed Ahmose away violently making him hit his back. He once again entered him and began a rough and brutal pace, leaving no room for Ahmose to try and adjust to it all…it was to much and Seto felt as if it was all too perfect.

Ahmose threw his head back with a scream, arching his back and pushing on Seto's chest, trying to force him off on his shock of the sudden brutal assault, thrashing under him, legs flailing as his feet scrambled to get some traction on the silk and satin sheets, but he was unable to gain enough purchase to force his rapist off of him.

Seto grabbed the thick of Ahmose's arms and pushed him down by them, his legs still pushed but he needed at least his torso restrained. He pushed himself in of Ahmose hard each time not letting up on the assault, if anything he was making it all the more painful as Ahmose's body tore from the viciousness of it all.

"AHH!! GODS!!" Ahmose cried, thrashing in Seto's grip. "S-STOP!!! It hurts! Please!!!" He begged, no longer even thinking of keeping silent just to spite Seto; he only wanted it to stop.

"That's the point!" Seto screamed back at him. "It's not enough to simply humiliate you! I want you to suffer, to endure this to the point of screaming…you're doing a fine job." Seto sneered as he let go of his arms momentarily to backhand him across the face roughly before pushing back down into the mattress.

Ahmose yelped at the slap, but then clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, fighting back his cries, only allowing a pained grunt or whimper from time to time. His fingers dug into the sheet below him as Seto held his wrists in a crushing grip, using his hold as an anchor with which to slam into Ahmose’s body with an even more devastating force.

Perfect, this was so perfect, the night being played out exactly as he had planned and it would be so long before Ahmose could even look at him after this. "How long do you think it will be for you to look at Yami as you used to? Will he ever know what I had you do for me, how you shamelessly touched yourself and begged me to finish you…how long will he look at you in disgust after this."

Ahmose sobbed, opening his eyes and staring up at Seto in pain and devastation, tears flooding down his face; he couldn't hold them back any longer, his agony, emotional and physical, had finally over-whelmed him.

Soon enough Seto's climax came as he allowed his seed to flood into Ahmose's body before pulling away. Seto looked at him in complete satisfaction, his tear stained face, his body practically wracked with sobs and littered with bruises.

"We'll do this again…I'll let Pegasus borrow you from time to time as well. Behave for me and things will go smoothly enough, misbehave and I'll put you through hell and I'm sure Yami wouldn't enjoy me doing this to him." Seto said pulling on a robe. "You know the cost of your actions Ahmose…don't disappoint me." Seto said walking into the bathroom.

Ahmose lay still for quite some time, listening to Seto bathing in the other room. When he heard the shower turn off, he finally forced himself to roll onto his side and curl up, crying out slightly at the pain this brought, and feeling the heat of his blood and Seto's semen trickling from his tortured entrance and down his thigh. He groaned and closed his eyes, feeling his hair sticking to the blood on his back. He managed to calm his pounding heart and even out his breathing, but he couldn't stop shaking, especially as his body temperature came down and the sweat on his body grew cold.

Seto walked over to him and none to gently picked him up making Ahmose cry out from the unexpected and unwanted movement. He took him into the bathroom setting him next to the tub.

"Bathe, the sheet's will be changed and I'll come get you in about an hour…you have plenty of time." Seto said walking out of the bathroom and calling someone to take care of the mess they had made.

Ahmose groaned, turning on the water and getting a comfortable temperature before he plugged the drain, and then lay back and relaxed while the tub filled. After it had filled and he had turned off the water, he began to bate himself, wincing and even whimpering from time to time as he bathed himself. Then he drained the dirty water and filled the tub again, leaning back and hugging his knees to his chest as he let the warm water soothe sore muscles.

Seto returned right on time and practically pulled Ahmose out of the tub and tossing him a towel and robe. He didn't see the need in giving Ahmose his clothes back, he would just end up tearing them off him anyway. If he was going to put Ahmose in clothes they would be ones he preferred, that would be a fun theory to test tomorrow. But for now he was actually a bit tired and he settled into bed.

Ahmose slowly pulled on the robe and toweled his hair dry, then slowly went back out into the bedroom. He stared at the bed and winced, but Seto had said that he would sleep in his bed with him, so with a sigh, he reluctantly walked over ot the bed and sat gingerly on the edge.

Seto sighed and pulled Ahmose from the edge of the bed into the center very close to him. "You remembered what I said about sleeping with me…good, but let's change it to beside me from now on. Let's get some rest though I suspect you'll be needing it." Seto said waiting for Ahmose to settle down before he would.

Ahmose squirmed and rolled onto his side, turning his back to Seto and clutching the front of the robe, holding it tightly closed.

Seto smiled throwing an arm around his captive possessively. He wouldn't honestly let Pegasus touch him but it was an easy enough threat to use. Even if Ahmose didn't believe him he did however believe he would subject Yugi to this…Seto wasn't sure if he would or not but more than likely he would be angry enough to do so. Eventually Seto fell asleep.

Ahmose remained awake for nearly three hours after Seto dozed off, even though he was exhausted. He knew that nightmares would come... but he was already living a nightmare. His only comfort was that Yami was at home, safe, sound and unharmed... Ahmose sighed, closing his eyes and finally drifting off...


When Seto woke up the next morning Ahmose was still sound asleep. Seto frowned but knew that Ahmose didn't sleep very well or completely through the night so he left him alone for the time being going down to get some breakfast.

When he returned, Ahmose was still asleep, but Seto noticed that he was still clutching his robe tightly, holding it closed. And for some reason, that pissed him off... even in sleep, Ahmose was determined to keep his body hidden from his master.

Seto growled under his breath walking over to the bed and pulling the covers from the bed and grabbed a fistful of Ahmose's hair hauling him from the bed by it and to the floor roughly.

"AHH! AH!! OW!!! STOP IT!!! AAH!!" Ahmose yelped, thrashing and reaching up, clawing at Seto's hand, trying to free his hair.

Seto pulled his hand away when Ahmose scratched him, almost breaking his skin. "Still the rebellious little whore, aren't we?!" He yelled at Ahmose who was rubbing his scalp with one hand while closing his robe with the other.

Ahmose winced and quickly looked down. "You... you startled me..." He said quickly. "I was sleeping..."

"You've slept enough already!" Seto snapped, and after a moment stalked toward him, bringing him to his feet and shoving him back onto the bed. He didn't give Ahmose much time to even think as he pressed his mouth against Ahmose's practically shoving his tongue down his throat while fumbling with Ahmose's robe.

Ahmose's eyes widened in surprise at that sudden move and he thrashed and squirmed, turning his head sharply, ripping his head away, gasping.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Seto yelled backhanding him from the bed to the floor. "After last night one would think you would listen to me a little better!" He yelled straddling Ahmose and pulling upon his hair roughly making the other look at him. "You are being awfully insubordinate for someone with so much to lose."

Ahmose stared up at Seto in alarm, eyes wide. He just gasped for breath and shook his head slightly, not saying anything.

Seto didn't know why but Ahmose's behavior was almost infuriating and he wanted to knock that mannerism right out of him. He hit Ahmose again dragging him to his feet only the slap him straight back the ground again. When Seto tried to repeat the action for a third time Ahmose managed to scramble away but that only caused Seto to kick him harshly in the stomach a few times. He grabbed Ahmose by his robe using it as leverage to slam his body against one of the large bedposts. He pressed Ahmose hard into the textured wood reopening old wounds and no doubt aggravating others.

"Ah-- AHHHG!!! G-Get off!" Ahmose shouted, thrashing and squirming. "G-Get off! Stop!!!" He managed to squirm around the bedpost until he fell to the ground, quickly crawling away as fast as he could, going around the fine sofa that sat before the fireplace.

Seto glared at him dangerously. "Stop? First you tell me 'no' and now you tell me actually stop?" Seto growled. "How dare you even raise your voice to me, especially in defiance…have you forgotten I own you? You are practically begging me to make this worse aren't you?"

Ahmose flipped onto his back and scrambled backwards, staring up at Seto in fear, which gave the other man a swelling feeling of power and satisfaction.

"Very well then, I'll take your silence as an answer." Seto gritted out. "How about this then…I wish for you to experience your gang rape back in Egypt again…but this time they will finish with you, it will not stop, you will not be saved, until they are finished or I become tired of it, how about that Ahmose?" Seto said.

Ahmose's eyes wend wider than Seto had ever seen them, and his face went deathly pale, almost gray, and his chest heaved as he began gasping for breath, on the verge of hyperventilating as he weakly shook his head. "N-No..." He breathed. "Oh gods, no..."

Seto simply shrugged as the wish took place. When the men filled the room they instantly began to beat Ahmose, and with his current wounds, it was probably worst than the last time.

"You sacrificed yourself to save Yami from this Ahmose…do you remember?" Seto said

The men in the room took no notice of Seto as they assaulted Ahmose. They tore Ahmose's robe away form him and one man went to the bed ripping it into makeshift bonds as they threw Ahmose on the bed and began to bind him to it.


Almost immediately, all of Ahmose's resolve crumbled, and he began hyperventilating, crying and pleading. "N-No! Gods, please! Don't... don't do this... don't make... don't make me go through this again, PLEASE!!!" He screamed, struggling frantically against his bonds.

"You think begging me works?" Seto scoffed as he watched the men bind him and watched Ahmose practically burst into tears, he was crying before but now he was sobbing in desperation. However, none of this impressed Seto, and none of it would. "You are begging the wrong person anyway, they are the ones raping you after all." Seto said leaning against the wall watching in a sadistic fascination with the whole ordeal.

Ahmose screamed when the first man entered him and Seto let a smile grace his features. "You were a virgin when this first happened weren't you?" Seto taunted as another man filled Ahmose's mouth with their arousal. "In all of a few seconds that was taken away from you, it's like losing it all over again…this body you now possess never has experienced it." Seto said.

Ahmose choked and sobbed around the flesh in his mouth, biceps bulging as he strained against the torn sheets binding him with all of his strength. Unlike Seto the night before, the phantom men raping Ahmose didn't give a damn about whether Ahmose felt any pleasure or not, so all he felt was pain. A burning pain between his legs, and a smothering feeling thanks to the man thrusting into his mouth. Ahmose choked and gagged as the man in his mouth released and withdrew. Ahmose retched, and turned to look at Seto.

"P-Please..." He whimpered in a raspy voice. "Please... make it stop. I... I can't... I can't take this... please!!!"

Seto for a moment locked gazes with Ahmose, he saw the pain, desperation, agony, and the small glimmer of hope in his eyes which made Seto smiled cruelly toward him. "You think I will show you mercy Ahmose? Doubtful if even possible…you know last night I thought I got everything I wanted from you and more…but this." Seto laughed "Nothing could compare to this pain, nothing can replace what happened to you that night…nothing can top it." Seto shook his head as Ahmose's eyes seemed to shatter as a new wave of tears coursed down his cheeks. "You were abandoned by everyone and everything you knew that night, you sacrificed yourself for Yugioh and not even your beloved Anubis would rescue you from the pain…he left you there to suffer as did Yami, again."

"N-No... NO!!! PLEASE!!!" Ahmose screamed, thrashing when a man sat on his chest. Ahmose turned his head to the side, but he was forced to face upwards and the man pinched his jaw, forcing his mouth open and thrusting his erection inside. Ahmose choked again, closing his eyes, tearing streaming down his face. His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe. The man between his legs finished and moved away, only to be replaced by another. Ahmose screamed around the flesh in his mouth as he was entered again.

There were so many different men that wished to partake in the use of Ahmose, and they planned to do this to Yami, and Ahmose took his place, that loyalty baffled Seto. "Do you really wish it to stop? Do you want it so much, to have Yami take your place as you did for him so long ago? It would seem only fair, you've done this once for him already after all."

Ahmose's eyes snapped open and turned to stare at Seto in horror. "HNNMM!!" He whimpered, shaking his head as best he could, only to be backhanded across the face by the man thrusting into his mouth.

"Look's like you're willing to do this all over for him again." Seto said with a scoff not understanding that type of dedication to someone else but not really desiring something like that either. "Enjoy yourself…they seem far from finished with you yet."

Ahmose sobbed again, closing his eyes and clenching his fists as his body was continuously used and abused.

Seto allowed it to continue for a long while before he finally wished it away, the men were still not finished with him, but Seto became bored with it after a while. Although he didn't really tire of hearing Ahmose beg for him to make it stop, he soon became too hoarse and tired to speak. "I hope you have learned a lesson from all this Ahmose, never defy me again, never talk back to me, and more than anything NEVER tell me to stop…because if you do I'll make you regret it." He leaned over Ahmose on the bed. He looked so broken and lost at that moment. "Do you regret making me angry?" He asked.

Ahmose shuddered and his fingers twitched. He slowly closed his eyes and swallowed, before opening them again. He nodded weakly. "Y-Yes..." He whispered through dry swollen lips, the tears still falling.

"We won't be doing it again will we?" He asked already knowing the answer so not really expecting one although Ahmose nodded his head. "Good…" Seto said trailing off as he went to run a bath, the bed was soiled terribly by all of those men taking advantage of Ahmose and it needed to be changed. He went back to Ahmose untying him and he set him back in the bathroom next to the tub although he seemed to simply crumble to the floor. Seto shrugged it off though setting a towel and robe in the bathroom with him before getting someone to take care of the bed and bedroom.

Ahmose groaned, tears still falling down his face. It took all of his strength to fill the tub and drag himself into it. And then, he just curled up sobbed, brokenly.

Seto ignored the sobbing in the bathroom, he expected that, and it didn't bother him really. That threat would come in handy later on, even more than the threat of using Yami against him…combining the two would be easy enough. He had the proud sorcerer in the palm of his hand. Someone came to change the sheets and fix the bedroom back to normal but Ahmose still had yet to come out of the bathroom and Seto was becoming impatient.

Ahmose was still curled up in the tub. Despite his hour nearly being up, he still hadn't really bathed; the mental and emotional anguish was consuming. It made him want to die.

Eventually Ahmose's hour was up, Seto went to drag Ahmose out of the bathroom, and he barely even reacted to the violent treatment when Seto roughly dried his body as if he wasn't able to do it on his own. He carelessly shoved Ahmose onto the bed and looked at him intently for a moment. Bruises marred his skin, his lips were still swollen and bruised as well, and honestly he looked terrible.

"If you would simply behave and not be so forgetful I wouldn't have to treat you this way." Seto said stroking his hair.

Ahmose cringed and shuddered, trying to pull himself out of Seto's reach, not wanting the man to touch him.

"Come now, don't be this way…I'd hope you wouldn't want another repeat of what just happened but if you insist on being like this I have no problem with it." Seto said. "They weren't quite finished with you…would you rather I leave you alone with them for a good few hours?" He threatened

Ahmose froze, eyes wide. "No!" He gasped, digging his fingers into the bed. "Gods... no..."

"Good." Seto said pulled Ahmose to the floor as he sat upon the bed. "Now, make me feel all better." Seto said pulling him in-between his legs."

Ahmose shuddered again and sobbed, closing his eyes. But he obeyed, slowly undoing Seto's pants with shaking hands.

"See? It's so much easier when you listen to me…" Seto said trailing off slightly when Ahmose took him into his mouth with very little hesitation.

Ahmose winced and shuddered again, trying not to growl at that. He just tried to do what was asked and get it over and done with as soon as possible.

Seto slowed down Ahmose's movement's if he continued at the same pace he was at it would all be over to soon and he didn't want that, he wanted the feeling prolonged, not over in the blink of an eye.

"You're actually very good at this, with your lips being a little swollen it feels even better than the last time." Seto said sighing in contentment. "Use your tongue more."

Ahmose nearly bit Seto that time, just barely catching himself. He massaged Seto with his tongue, trying to ignore the taste. It was amazing how your feelings towards a person could affect how they felt and tasted... Yami's touches felt good, and to Ahmose, he tastes divine. But Seto's taste sickened Ahmose, and his touch made his skin crawl.

Soon enough Seto had emptied himself in Ahmose's mouth and had the other swallow his seed just to humiliate him even more, this was perfect and eh got everything he wanted out of this night and more. He felt his thirst for revenge quenched now all he needed was to tell Yami everything that took place tonight.

"I wonder what Yami would say? Granted he's going to hate me if he found out about last night and tonight I'm sure…what do you think he'd think of you though? I can't wait to see his face." Seto said.

Ahmose lowered his face to the floor, coughing. He didn't answer Seto. Not one word. But he was still shaking. He lifted a hand and wiped his mouth as he caught his breath.

Seto grabbed his face and kissed him strongly before once again pulling him up onto the bed. He pulled Ahmose in his lap instead this time. Kissing down his neck his shoulders, he slipped the robe off his shoulders continuing his lavish of affection across the newly exposed skin.

Ahmose clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, fisting his hands. He was still shaking, but now in anger in addition to his exhaustion, fear, humiliation and hatred.

He laid Ahmose on his back in one fluid motion kissing him again. Ahmose gave a muffled protest when Seto's hand drifted lower and he pulled away.

"I'm sure you don't want me doing this, that goes without saying…why do you think I would stop?" He asked gently grazing the abused entrance.

Ahmose hissed and pulled away at the touch, turning his pleading gaze onto Seto. He couldn't stop shaking, and his back was cold from lying on his wet hair.

"I'll be gentle this time…seeing as how you're on the mend." He said kissing him once again allowing his fingers to slip inside Ahmose's hot body.

"HNNMH!!!!" Ahmose cried in protest, clenching around the intruders in an attempt to keep them out as he himself tried to pull away. He tore his head to the side, breaking the kiss. "Ahh! S-Stop!!!"

"Would you rather I be rough? Give you more of a reason to beg?" Seto said although he did stop for the moment.

"N-No! Please!" Ahmose cried, still trying to squirm away from Seto's hand between his legs. "It hurts!"

Seto frowned and thought for a moment, there was doubt that he was telling the truth but he still wanted more form him. "Fine, if I cannot touch you the you touch yourself…choose one or the other." Seto said.

Ahmose stared at Seto in shocked horror. "What?! No! Why can't you just leave me the hell alone?!" He cried, sitting up and scooting away, wincing in pain.

He grabbed Ahmose by the waist and flung him face down into the mattress. "Because I don't care about you in the least." He slammed himself hard into Ahmose tearing a scream from the other's throat. "I gave you a chance for me to be gentle with you, I even gave you the chance for me not to do this at all…and you practically spit in my face…have you learned absolutely nothing from this night! You were so well behaved earlier." Seto said setting a fast pace almost immediately.

"AHH!!! Oh gods!!!" Ahmose screamed, thrashing. But after a moment, Seto noticed red smoky rings around Ahmose's wrists, pinning them down to the bed... Ryou's magic was kicking in. There could be only one explanation for that; Ahmose had been about to attack Seto. Now, all he could do was claw at the bed beneath him as he screamed and cursed, writhing under the former High Priest.

"You never learn do you." Seto growled in the simple irritation that he attempted to attack him at all. He slammed into the body beneath him powerfully and without care, it was more of a punishment now than anything else but he was still struggling and cursing him, and until the struggling stopped or at least slowed he wouldn't stop.

"AHHG!!! RA DAMN YOU, SETO!!! WHEN YOU PASS FROM THIS WORLD YOU WILL GO TO AMMUT FOR SURE!!!" Ahmose screamed, eyes burning in hate and rage. The sheets ripped under his fingernails and his lip was bleeding after biting it harshly.

"Seeing you like this? And what you have already done for me? I think it might be worth it!" He yelled back grabbing a fistful of Ahmose's hair craning his head backward as he bit down harshly upon the base of his neck practically sinking his teeth in the tender flesh until he tasted blood.

"AHH!!! NO!!! STOP IT!!! AH!!! STOP, DAMN YOU!!!" Ahmose shouted, straining against the magic holding him down and keeping him from gouging Seto's eyes out with his finger nails.

The more Ahmose resisted and fought with him the angrier and more aggressive Seto became with him. He could see the blood staining the sheets beneath them and the shredded parts where Ahmose's hands were. Seto could do this all night if he had to; he aimed his body to slam Ahmose directly in the prostate making him cry out loudly.

Ahmose's body gave a massive shudder and he finally dropped his head onto the bed, collapsing into helpless gasps and sobs as tears flooded down his face. The look of anguish on his face was almost as pleasing to Seto as they physical sensations he was experiencing through his assault on Ahmose's body.

Seto didn't lessen his assault when Ahmose finally gave up, and he continued until he had released deep inside the shuddering body beneath him. He hoped it was stung and wished for the pain to last throughout the night. He would not be let off so easily; Seto intended to keep Ahmose in pain as long as possible…

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