Marik's Peach

This takes place on th KC Blimp on the way to the Duel Tower during Battle City. Marik's evil side has already taken over, but will still be known as Marik. Contains rape and a seriously perverted Marik.
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MARIK'S PEACH

Téa walked down the hall of the Kaiba Corp blimp towards an unknown destination. Her eyes were glazed over, her movements erratic. She was under Marik’s mind control, that was clear, but not to anyone. No one else was about. Everyone was preparing for their duels or sleeping.

Upon reaching a door, Téa knocked loudly three times and dropped her arm to her side. She was wearing a pink skirt and a yellow top, which fell off her shoulders slightly. She was barefoot having taken her shoes and socks off before coming under the control.

The door slid open silently and she entered the darkened room. The door closed behind her.

Inside the room, it was nearly pitch black, apart from a crack in the curtains, which let in a sliver of moonlight.

Sitting just apart from the light coming in the window was a chair; a dark figure sat there, a golden glint catching in the moonlight. ‘Welcome, my dear,’ the figure said. Téa just stood there, unblinking.

The golden glint flickered into her open eyes as the figure twitched the Millennium Item he was holding. Téa moved forwards towards him and stopped just before reaching the chair.

The figure stood up and platinum blonde hair flashed in the light. Lavender eyes stared intently at the frozen girl and a wet tongue swept over his lips.

Another flick of his Item and candles burst into flame, fully illuminating the room and the two teens. As they died down to normal light, more romantic light, Marik smiled at his catch. She was looking stunning, although currently with no will of her own. He would rectify that soon enough, but he had to set the mood first.

Ever the Master Puppeteer, Marik sat Téa down at a table in the middle of his room. The table had been laid out with two candles, a bowl of fruit, a glass of red wine and one place setting. Téa was not sitting at the set place, but to the left of it.

Marik took some rope he had acquired and tied Téa’s wrists to the arms of the chair. He then knelt down and tied her pretty feet to the legs of the chair, lingering a little longer than he meant to, and ran his hand up a leg towards her thigh. He brushed his fingertips against her panties, but then got up immediately. All in good time, he thought to himself.

Once he was sure she was secure, he pointed the Millennium Rod at the door and a blast of shadow magic surrounded frame, sealing them in, and to prevent anyone from getting in. He then stepped to the side and relinquished control of her mind back to her.

Téa blinked a couple of time, wondering where she was. One minute she was getting ready for bed, the next she was…somewhere else.

She looked around the room and saw the table in front of her with candles and candles dotted around the rest of the room. She then noticed she was tied to a chair.

Struggling slightly, she wriggled her wrists, but the rope simple dug into her skin. She froze when she heard sinister chuckling.

‘Who’s there?’ she asked. She tried to turn around to look behind her, but couldn’t see anything but darkness. She shivered. ‘What’s happening?’ she asked out loud, but more to herself.

She heard the source of the laughter move into her line of sight and she gasped. ‘Marik!’

‘That’s correct, my dear.’ The Blonde sidled up to her and leaned down to be level with her face. ‘Welcome to the evening I have planned for you.’ His deep evil voice filled her ears and her face flushed. She could smell wine on his breath.

‘W…what evening?’

Marik stood upright. ‘Why, an evening with me, of course.’ Marik indicated the room and the candles. He pointed to the table. ‘First, a small meal and a drink.’ He indicated the bed. ‘And then you will share my bed.’

‘I will never!’ Téa shouted.

‘You have little choice, my dear. Either you will do it willingly, or I will simply control your mind again.’ He smirked at her. ‘I would of course prefer for you to feel everything: taste the fruit and wine and feel me inside of you. There is no challenge in fucking a mindless slave.’

‘You’re sick, Marik!’ Téa said. ‘And you will have to mind control me, because I would never willingly come to you or your bed!’ She turned away from him.

Marik raised an eyebrow. ‘Indeed. However, since you are here, you may as well eat and enjoy.’ He slipped the Millennium Rod behind his back into his belt and sat down in the vacant chair to her right. He picked a grape from the fruit bowl. ‘Rape, my dear?’

Téa’s eyes suddenly were on him. ‘What?’

‘I asked you if you would like a grape.’

‘I thought you said…’

Marik smiled evilly. ‘You have a perverted mind.’ He popped the grape in his mouth. ‘Such a naughty girl.’ Téa’s face reddened again and she looked down at her lap. Marik picked another grape and offered it to her. She didn’t look at him. He suddenly grabbed the back of Téa’s head, lifting her face towards his. ‘I insist,’ he said. He shoved the grape into her mouth and she immediately spit it out. It bounced off Marik’s face and landed on the floor. Letting go of her hair and wiping his face, he laughed. ‘You will go hungry if you don’t eat.’ He dipped his index finger into his glass of wine and reached over to her. She pulled back, but he was still able to reach her. He ran his wet finger over her lips and slipped it into her mouth.

She considered biting his finger, but thought it would just anger him and she didn’t want him angry. Who knew what this lunatic would do to her, in addition to what he was already planning. Instead, she let him swirl his finger in the liquid again and pop it back into her mouth. She didn’t bite, but she also didn’t suck, and when he removed his finger again, she was forced to lick her lips as the alcohol burned a little.

‘Would you like a glass for yourself, my dear?’

‘No.’

‘Too bad.’ He picked up his glass and downed the drink in one gulp. He put the glass down delicately and picked up a peach.

Téa watched him bite into the soft flesh, all the while not taking his eyes off her. He wasn’t doing anything unusual to the fruit, but his eyes were telling what he was thinking. She could almost imagine what he was thinking. She looked away, disgusted. Marik snickered.

When he finished eating, he dropped the remains on the plate and got up. He went into his private bathroom and got washed up. When he came out again, he noticed Téa was struggling again. ‘Now, now, my dear. Don’t struggle. You’ll ruin that perfect flesh of yours.’

She glared at him as he walked over to her. He tilted her head back to look up at him and he leaned in closer. ‘Are you ready for me?’

She stared into his eyes, frowning. ‘You are going to have to wipe my mind clean after this or kill me, because there is no way I am not telling the pharaoh about this incident!’

Marik dropped her head and let out a guttural laugh. ‘What makes you think I haven’t already done that?’ He watched with some satisfaction as her cocky face dropped and was replaced by a frightened look.

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean that how do you know this hasn’t already happened once before and I just wiped your mind clean?’

Téa’s eyes hardened. ‘I…I would know…physically!’ She looked into his harsh eyes. ‘Wouldn’t I?’

Marik brought out the Rod from behind his back and unsheathed the dagger end. Téa’s eyes widened with fright. ‘I can heal you.’ He placed the blade onto her arm and slowly slid it across her pale flesh. Téa grit her teeth to try and stop from screaming out as the blade cut into her and blood began to well up out of the wound. She then watched as Marik licked her blood off the blade and sheathed it again. He pointed the Rod at her wound and before her eyes, the pain dissipated and the wound healed over, leaving nothing but a slight tingling feeling, which soon died away. Téa looked up from her arm to Marik, her mouth open in amazement. Marik chuckled and placed the Rod on the table. ‘So you see, my dear, it is entirely possible that we have been here before, and I have simply made sure you are good as new before releasing you.’

Tears welled up in Téa’s eyes. ‘Have we…?’ she squeaked.

Marik laughed. ‘You’ll never know.’

Téa couldn’t stop herself, and soon she was sobbing, her eyes lowered, tears falling from her cheeks into her lap. All the while, Marik stood there laughing to himself.

After a short while, he undid her bonds and pulled her up from the chair. She was limp and didn’t resist him. He hoisted her over his shoulder and took her to the bed. He laid her down, and then quickly tied her hands to the bedposts.

She was still crying as he threw off his cloak and climbed onto the bed. He lay just off to the side of her and stroked her face with his left hand. He pulled her head to the side so he could look at her face.

Her tear stained cheeks were flushed and her nose slightly red, but that didn’t distract Marik from the beauty of her face overall. He leaned in to softly kiss her on the mouth. Again, she didn’t resist him. He used the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth and explored. When he found her tongue, he flicked at it. She automatically lifted it up, and his circled hers, and he relished in the sensation it sent down his spine and also his crotch. He broke away and climbed on top of her, straddling her body and he began to lift her top.
She wasn’t wearing a bra, her sculpted breasts were perky and the perfect size. He fondled them and her nipples grew hard at his touch. She moaned slightly at the feeling and he enjoyed hearing that delicious sound coming from her mouth.

Marik lifted Téa’s head and pulled her top over it so that it wouldn’t fall back over her exposed chest, and it lodged behind her neck. He then moved slowly down her body, kissing her breasts, nipples, her navel and stopped just above her skirt. He looked up at her and saw her eyes were closed, not in a contented sort of way, but the way someone is expecting another to hit them. Her eyes were scrunched shut. She was expecting him to continue down. Well, if she is expecting it, that is what I’ll do!

Marik lifted her skirt revealing a lacy pair of white panties, which he briefly stopped to admire. He then ripped them off her body (and they did rip – being so flimsy) and parted her legs. He lowered his head, but didn’t take his eyes off her face and as his tongue snaked out to lick her thighs, he noted how she hissed at his touch.

Still not taking his eyes off her, he parted the lips of her womanhood and with a slender finger, he rubbed at her clitoris with his thumb and pushed his index and middle fingers inside her, waiting for the precious jewel to make itself known. He heard her gasp and meekly say ‘please, no’, but he ignored her, his fingers becoming slick with her wetness.

Soon, her nub surfaced slightly and he immediately replaced his thumb and fingers with his tongue. His wetness mingled with hers as he licked the nub and probed her centre. He shivered. She tasted good, almost like the peach he had just eaten, and soon, he placed both his lips around the small bump and gently sucked her.

To his own satisfaction, he heard her moaning. She was thrashing slowly, moving her hips to try and get away, but he stuck with her, her movements causing even harder friction than he was generating himself.

‘No, please stop…ohhh…mmmm….stop, please….ohhhh, ohhh…Marik…’

After a little while, he stopped, not yet wanting to bring her pleasure to the full extent. He lifted his head and wiped his mouth. She immediately closed her legs. She was watching him, fresh tears beginning to show in her eyes, which sparkled in the candlelight.

Marik took his top off, his tanned skin shining, his toned muscles flexing with his movements. He discarded the article of clothing on the floor and unbuttoned his trousers.

Téa closed her eyes not really wanting to see the boy undress. She thought that perhaps under different circumstances, if Marik wasn’t possessed by his evil half and she weren’t tied to the bed, she might have found the dinner and candles romantic. She certainly didn’t find him unattractive. His exotic Egyptian looks had intrigued her initially, but she had been harbouring feelings for the Pharaoh and Yugi and so hadn’t given Marik a second thought.

She felt him climb back on top of her, now fully naked and he kissed her forcefully on the lips.

Marik pulled away and looked at her. ‘Oh, how I want those lips to take me into them, but I would fear for it. You might try to bite it off.’

Téa looked away, grateful for small miracles that she would be spared that indignity. When she looked back at him, he was rubbing himself and he reached out to fondle her right breast.

‘I can’t wait to be inside you, my dear.’ He leaned over her and placed his penis in between her breasts. He pushed them closer together and began rubbing them, the movement against his member with the soft flesh causing him to groan and smile. He pushed the tip of his erection towards her mouth, but she turned away. He chuckled again, and let go of her mounds. He propped himself on two hands either side of her head and using his knees, he forced her legs apart.

He used his hand to guide his penis to her opening and pushed himself inside her halfway. ‘Are you ready?’ She shook her head. ‘As if that makes the slightest bit of difference.’ He thrust himself deeper and she cried out in pain.

Moving quickly and ignoring her cries, he pounded inside of her, faster and harder, desperate for the gratification he would surely get from his own orgasm.

Téa bounced with the motions and soon, her pain was replaced by pleasure. She was disgusted that she was even remotely enjoying it, but the act itself was meant to be pleasurable. The fact that a madman was stealing her virginity didn’t change the fact that he was hitting all the right spots.

She tried not to moan or groan, but soon the moment took her and she involuntarily began making noises that Marik found intriguing. Marik pulled out of her and got to his knees. He lifted her legs over his shoulders, thrust back inside and continued to pound into her getting even deeper than before.

‘Oh, god,’ he groaned. ‘Can you feel that, my dear? Can you feel my penis inside you? My rock hard cock fucking you, rubbing against your wetness. Soon, I’m going to come. I’m going to come inside of you, and it will feel so good.’

Téa moaned involuntarily again, his revolting words actually turning her on. The new angle that she was in meant he hit a sensitive spot with each thrust and he was also rubbing her clitoris with a wet finger.

‘Scream for me, my dear. Show me that you like what I’m doing to you.’

Téa tried not to, but she could feel the pressure building up inside her. Since she couldn’t stop what was happening, or what would happen inevitably, she let herself go. ‘Oh, oh, oh, ohhhh…Marik…please…I…I…I…’

‘That’s it, my dear, come for me. Let me feel your muscles clench around my rock hard penis and make me come!’

‘Ohhhhhh…No!…I…don’t…you…can’t…oh…mmmm…please…god!…You…bastard!…You…you…you…ahhhhhhhh nooooooo!’ Her orgasm screamed through her body and she arched her hips, pressing herself hard against Marik forcing him deeper.

‘Ohhhhh…fuck!’ Marik groaned. He also came, his seed spilled inside of her and he shuddered as the feeling died away.

He lowered her legs, and while they were still wrapped around his waist, he flopped on top of her, burying his head in her neck. They were both panting.

When he got his breath back, Marik quickly pulled out of her and started to get dressed.

When he was fully dressed, he picked up the Millennium Rod and faced her again. ‘Just for the record, that was the first time we’ve fucked, but I’m still not going to let you walk away from this with your memory in tact. After this, it will be as if it had never happened.’

Téa was crying again. ‘Why? Why did you do this?’

Marik grinned evilly. ‘After living for years underground, never having any kind of female contact other than my sister, getting those teenage hormones was never harder, and I needed to vent.’ He continued to smirk at her. ‘Perhaps after I have taken over the world and become Pharaoh, I will make you my queen, and I’ll let you remember next time.’

‘Go to hell!’

Marik shrugged. He pointed the blunt end towards Téa and darkness clouded her mind. She struggled to remain conscious, trying in vain to keep the memories so that she could tell someone, report him, for whatever good it would do, but she soon lost that battle and sank into oblivion.

Marik smiled and using the other powers of the Rod, he made sure there was no physical evidence of their little tryst. His magic cleaned her up, any internal bruising was healed. He didn’t restore her virginity, because in reality, the fact that she was a dancer and did the splits had broken her barrier, but no one would ever know.
When his work was complete, he undid her bonds and took over her mind. She became his puppet again and he sent her on her way. The door to his room opened and he walked her out and back down the hallway to her room. He watched through her eyes as she got into bed, and he then severed the link. She fell into a natural sleep.

Marik smirked, his fun had. If only I could manipulate the Pharaoh like that!

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Probably Ishizu come to try and convince me to stop my mission.

He opened the door and a fist met his face. He flew backwards and the Millennium Rod dropped to the floor.
His lip was split and bleeding. When he looked up, he saw the Pharaoh was standing in the doorway. ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?’ He spat some blood out of his mouth.

The Pharaoh rubbed his knuckles. ‘I know what you have done and you cannot erase my memory.' His face was contorted into an expression of rage. 'I suggest you pray that you win all the Egyptian God cards, because if I win, I will show you no mercy for what you have done this night.’ The Pharaoh turned to leave and paused, not looking back. ‘You should have that lip taken care of, Marik.’

Marik watched the Pharaoh leave and the door close behind him. He touched his lip with his fingers and smiled. I take it back: I can manipulate the Pharaoh.

He sucked the blood off and tasted Téa’s juices still on them. ‘Mmmm, I fancy another peach.’

Owari!

Reviewsies, please?!?!? Sorry that Marik was so perverted.