This could not be happening…
Shinju gritted his teeth and tugged once more at the metal cuffs that held him, spreadeagled on his front, at wrist and ankle.
Not a fucking chance. No way he could break these - and he couldn't get his face close enough to them to manoeuvre out the thin, flexible plastic wire he carried tucked between his jaw and his cheek so he could at least try to pick the locks.
He stilled at the low, malicious chuckle from behind him.
"Well, well, well… so it appears that the famous pearl is not as all-powerful as we had heard…"
Shinju blinked. Had the fucker been watching too many ancient James Bond vids or something? He twisted to peer back over his shoulder as far as he could, but the light shining brightly on his back from above made it almost impossible to focus on the speaker… He blinked a couple of times, switching his optics into infra-red mode, but whoever was taunting him had covered himself from head to foot in thermonull film. Shinju couldn't even perceive a heat signature.
Fuck it - 'kami, where are you…?
"Looking for your… friend? He's not far away. In the next room, in fact." The vague figure pointed; Shinju's eyes automatically followed. There was a large mirror against one wall. A one-way mirror, he'd bet on it. Old technology - if you could call it that - but still effective. Okami must be in there. No doubt restrained and being forced to watch…
How the fuck did this happen? He closed his eyes, trying to remember. What was the last thing he could recall?
He felt panic flare into life low in his belly. He couldn't remember anything… Well, his name, and Okami, and the fact that he and his partner worked as bodyguards for hire, yes, he knew that. But how they'd got here - wherever 'here' was… that was a blank.
"Who…"
"…am I? You may call me Omega."
"Oh very fucking clever." Shinju growled, eyeing the - he supposed rack was the best name for the sturdy wooden X-shaped structure he was bound to - for any possible weaknesses. "Let me guess, that's because you're the last thing I'll ever see."
He froze as a hand cupped his buttock and squeezed.
"But of course. Until we take your eyes, of course.
Shinju swallowed. OK, no big deal, he could get replacements as soon as this was all over. The thought of being blind, though…
The hand moved away, its owner chuckling. Seconds later Shinju felt something very thin, cold and hard at the waistband of his leather jeans, sliding down to the crease of his arse. He tensed. Omega laughed.
"Oh, don't worry. Not yet, anyway. This is just to get rid of any - encumbrances."
Shinju snarled as the knife sliced the garment away from him.
"These are my favourites! You know how fucking long it took me to get them worn in?"
Another low laugh, and Omega started work on his jacket.
"I think you have more important things to worry about than your wardrobe, little pearl."
"Fuck you!"
"No, my dear. Fuck you. Hard and long."
No. Oh no. Shinju wouldn't stand for that. Neither would Okami.
"Not a chance, bastard."
Sharp teeth bit into his shoulder, a lust-roughened voice murmuring,
"And just how are you going to stop me, little pearl?"
Keep him talking. Shinju nodded to himself. Keep him talking while you think of a way out of this - or 'kami comes charging to the rescue.
"Why are you doing this?"
A wet slobbering kiss to his ear.
"Because I can, my pretty."
Shinju fought back a shudder as the last scraps of leather dropped to the floor and he was left naked except for heavy knee-length boots. Omega tossed the knife away - Shinju heard it clink to the floor - then stepped close to his captive, nestling against his back as large hands reached over lean hips to squeeze the bodyguard's genitals roughly. Shinju gritted his teeth and tried not to wince.
"What do you want?"
"You, of course."
"I don't believe that. There must be something…"
Omega paused.
"Well, I suppose I would rather like the address and proposed movements of your current employer, over the next five days. She and I go back a long way."
And suddenly Shinju remembered. Of course. This was a special job.
He shook his head. Couldn't do it. Not even at the expense of his own skin. If word got out they'd broken confidentiality, they'd never work again. Assuming they were even allowed to live, that is.
"Don't know what you're talking about."
Sharp nails clawed at his limp cock, and he grunted.
"Come now, little pearl. You can do better than that."
He twisted to peer over his shoulder.
"Lost my memory. Whatever you did to get me here, it's left a big blank of the last six months."
A wet, sloppy tongue trailed up his neck.
"I don't believe you."
"Can't help - ng…"
Shinju's head snapped back as something large and very cold was shoved unceremoniously into his arse.
"I'm sorry it's not as warm and… cosy as your lover's cock, little pearl. Or even mine. But it will do, for now."
Right. OK. That's how it was going to be, was it? Sex. Non-consenting, of course…
He froze as something warm and wet sprayed against his back, then wrinkled his nose. Urine?! The fucker had peed on him! On his hair! Oh, this motherfucking sack of shit had to die…
"I'm going to leave you for a little while, now, while I eat. But I'll leave you a playmate, just to keep you company." Shinju heard footsteps, then Omega paused. "Silly me, I've forgotten the most important thing."
The sound of a jar opening? Then the smell of something - meaty. Like paté. Then Omega's hands were back, smearing whatever it was liberally over Shinju's groin, slathering his cock and balls, the inside of his thighs, his buttocks, finally yanking out the buttplug roughly and shoving gobbets of the paste into his arse. He stood back, just within Shinju's range of vision and folded his arms.
"I think that'll do. Have fun!"
He swivelled and his captive heard the sound of footsteps - then a far different and far more frightening noise. The sound of a dog growling.
Shinju stayed absolutely still, not daring to move or make a sound, only his eyes moving as a large Alsatian started to sniff and nudge at his groin, large tongue taking a couple of experimental licks at the meat paste - and obviously deciding he liked it. Lapping and worrying at the bodyguard's genitals as Shinju closed his eyes and prayed the dog wasn't too hungry, wincing as a canine tooth caught under his foreskin and tugged. A couple of minutes later, Shinju's groin clean of paste but slimy with dog saliva, the beast shifted under his spread legs, licking all the way, then laved lean buttocks, finally ending up at the arsehole and somehow - Shinju didn't want to imagine how - managing to work its tongue inside. He supposed in other circumstances having a big broad tongue working away up his arse might be erotic, but this… this was sick…
Finally the animal seemed satisfied it had got all of the paste, and pulled out - only to scrabble up onto its hind legs, forepaws tangling in the bodyguard's hair where it cascaded over his shoulders. Eyes wide with horror, panting, Shinju tried to flinch away as he felt the tip of the dog's penis slick against his hole - but to his relief he was just a little too tall for the animal to be able to push inside. It humped his thigh instead, coming quickly and holding still for long minutes, its semen trickling down Shinju's leg.
Gods that was disgusting!
A low chuckled had his head jerking towards the door. Omega stood there, watching.
"A nice little show. I'll enjoy watching it again, tonight." The man came closer, and stroked Shinju's face. "Have you changed your mind, little pearl?"
"Go fuck yourself."
"I'll take that as a no, shall I?"
Shinju jerked back as a blindfold came into his field of view, twisting his head to prevent it being put on. In vain. But at least that meant this sick fuck wasn't going to damage his eyes, yet at any rate.
He could hear Omega moving around: it was disconcerting and definitely unpleasant not being able to see what was happening. Then something hard and heavy was clipped to one of his nipples, followed a second later by a similar something being clipped to the other. Omega chuckled.
"Very nice. Pity you can't see them." He tugged viciously, and Shinju bit his lip to stop himself crying out: whatever they were they produced an inordinate amount of pain in a usually fairly insensitive area.
Then a large hard hand impacted stingingly on his arse, and he was aware of Omega leaning against him. The man was now half-naked, and very obviously aroused.
"I'm not a great lover of sadistic practises, but I do like my slaves to be… shall we say sensitised?... before I fuck them." Wet fleshy lips sucked at Shinju's neck. "You can stop all this in a moment, you know. All you have to do is tell me what I want to know."
"Even if I knew, there's not much point, is there? You're going to finish your sick fucking game regardless."
Omega fondled his lax cock.
"Oh, I give you my word I will stop right away and you will be free to go."
Yeah, right. And the pigs are fuelled and ready for take-off… "I told you, I don't remember."
Omega sighed regretfully.
"Ah well. At least I will enjoy myself."
The hand slapped his buttocks again, and again, and again, until it felt as though his skin was on fire, the sensation made worse by the large hands nudging his cheeks apart as Omega positioned himself, then shoved deep into the bodyguard's arse.
Shinju moved his mind onto another plane, one in which his body was not connected to him. He could feel what was happening to it - in reality there wasn't much pain, the bastard wasn't particularly big - and knew that when this was all over he'd want to go and kill something, preferably his rapist, slowly and painfully. But the humiliation, the disgust, was all distant, unconnected. Even when Omega tensed and came, pulsing inside him, Shinju didn't react.
A fact which apparently annoyed his captor. Omega yanked out roughly and slapped his arse again, hard, trailing his fingers in the jism that trickled out and slicking it over the bodyguard's quiescent groin.
"Silly boy. Very silly. I'll have to make sure you don't do that again."
A minute later Shinju felt the prick of a needle in his arm, and flinched. Within seconds every sense was intensified: he could hear Omega's breathing, and the snuffling of the dog still in the room with them; the clamps on his nipples were agonising, the tickle - and the smell - of semen down his thigh unbearable. The blindfold hurt his eyes - fuck, even the air hurt brushing over his skin! Frantically he clawed for that serene place, only to find, to his utmost horror, he could no longer attain separateness.
"That's better." Omega's voice was too loud, and he winced. The slap to his arse made him scream, and his captor laughed.
"Are you going to tell me now?"
"F… fuck… off…"
He could hear the skin of Omega's neck brushing over the fabric of his shirt as the torturer shook his head.
"On your arse be it…"
Something was dragged nearer, positioned between his feet, and with a feeling of dread he realised what it must be - his suspicions proved a moment later when Omega whistled to the dog to come over. This time, when it raised itself up against his body, it was standing on some sort of a platform. This time it would be able to fuck him thoroughly.
The pain of the coarse canine fur rubbing against his skin, the blunt claws that cut into his shoulders, all vanished as the dog's thick penis pushed into his arse. He felt every millimetre as the animal penetrated him, stretching him, rubbing against the abused tissue, then swelling, filling him past the point of withdrawal, jerking back and forth in tiny movements hard and fast, dancing from one leg to the other until it came, hot semen forced into him. And forced to stay there as the dog scrabbled against his shoulders for what felt like forever before twisting and dropping to all fours, its penis trapped inside his burning arse, the hot gush of a second ejaculation stinging his guts before the animal softened enough to pull out a good fifteen agonising minutes later…
The pain was phenomenal, made far worse by the drug Omega had used. As he was finally able to focus on something other than the burning, stabbing ache in his arse, Shinju vaguely realised he'd been screaming; his lips were bleeding where he'd bitten them, and the blindfold was wet with his tears. He was shaking with revulsion, with pain, and with the horror of the experience: Omega laid a heavy hand on his shoulder, eliciting a whimper.
"Now, my dear, are you going to give me the information I want?"
"… f… f… uck…. 'ff…"
Omega sighed heavily.
"Little pearl, the dog was just the first step. I have other trained animals, all of them bigger and a lot less - gentle than Rex here. Are you sure you won't change your mind?"
"… fuck… off…"
There was a momentary silence, then Omega gently pushed Shinju's hair over his shoulder.
"As you wish, my pretty. But first I'm going to put my mark on you…"
Before he could prepare himself, something horribly sharp slashed twice across the bodyguard's back, an X-shape etched deeply into the creamy skin. Shinju shrieked with pain…
"That's ENOUGH! That was never part of the brief!"
… 'kami…? Shinju had slumped forwards, his back on fire, blood running down between his buttocks to mingle with the semen seeping from his abused arse…
Something clicked - and suddenly, disorientatingly, the pain was gone. Well, most of it anyway, his back still hurt like fuck. Gentle hands were undoing the blindfold, easing the clips from his swollen and reddened nipples - stinging now the blood could return, unfastening the fetters from his ankles, then his wrists. The bright light was gone, to be replaced with mellow afternoon sunshine flooding in through large windows…
He fell into Okami's arms, shaking, blinking his confusion. The big man held him close, kissing his forehead.
"I'm so sorry, 'ju. We had to do it."
"Wh… what…"
"Anxara insisted on proof of our loyalty before she took us on."
Big dark amber eyes stared up at Okami uncomprehendingly. He sighed and sat on a large comfortable sofa, Shinju cradled in his lap, and glared at the man who seated himself opposite.
"This," he nodded his head curtly at the figure, "is Curt Adams. Or Omega, if you prefer. He's a biotech."
Shinju shivered, and Okami dragged a blanket around his lean frame.
"He was given the job of proving that we won't break under pressure. We've both passed, and Anxara will now employ us for the next nine weeks."
Shinju shook his head.
"I don't understand. I was… it was… what the fuck happened?"
"Most of it was simply a neural recording, fed directly into your cortex via your interface."
Shinju rubbed a shaking hand over his eyes.
"So, there was no dog?"
Omega - Adams - chuckled and shook his head.
"No. No dog. I didn't rape you, either. The recordings were taken from a couple of my clients who did actually suffer these things, however - well, not me fucking them. But the experiences were real. At least to your mind."
"You drugged me?"
"A minor stimulant. I'd given you a post-hypnotic suggestion for that aspect of the session."
"But… the clamps…"
"Ah, yes, well, I like to combine a little reality with the virtual torture, makes it easier to fool the body into believing the whole experience is real."
Shinju's anger had been growing throughout Adams' explanation, and now he dragged himself upright from Okami's arms, planted his fists on his hips and snarled at the biotech.
"You fucking bastard… You get a real kick out of your work, don't you?"
Adams smiled uneasily.
"Well, I do obtain a certain satisfaction from seeing how far the human body can be pushed…"
"You fucking cut me!"
"Ah… yes. I'm sorry about that…"
Shinju prowled naked over to the mirror and peered over his shoulder at the reflection of his back: eyes darkened with fury, he snarled at Adams.
"The bill to repair this is coming out of your fucking wages! You've scarred me, you…" he paused as something finally sank in, and frowned at his partner.
"You said 'we'. You have to go through this too?"
"Already have."
"You… and you didn't fucking tell me?!"
Okami eyed his lover warily.
"'ju, I couldn't. That would have invalidated the whole exercise."
"…you bastard…"
The tall man sighed.
"Look at it this way. When I came out, there was no-one here for me."
Shinju thought about it for a moment. 'kami had a point, he was forced to admit. His lover had been waiting for him, ready to comfort him. 'kami hadn't had that after his session. He moved back to the sofa.
"Did you volunteer to go first?"
Okami lowered his eyes, and Shinju nodded grimly.
"You did, didn't you? So you'd be prepared for me…" He growled. "So her fucking majesty will graciously let us work for her now she knows we aren't going to betray her, will she?"
Okami - and Adams - nodded.
*And the pay is a small fortune. Serious money, 'ju.*
*You think it's worth the humiliation?*
*Hate to say it, but yes.*
The smaller man was silent for a moment, then sat back down and grabbed the blanket again.
*OK. This once.*
Okami smiled to himself; he'd known 'ju would see the practical side. Shinju was glowering at Adams.
"Where are my clothes? Or did you really slash them to fucking bits?"
Adams smiled a little shakily. The sooner he could get this volatile young man and his dangerous partner out of his offices the better.
"No, they're perfectly fine. They're in the closet, over there."
He waved vaguely behind him, and within minutes Shinju was dressed. Half dressed, anyway: his back hurt and leaving the wounds uncovered would be much more comfortable. Okami rose and ushered him to the door.
"Let's get you out of here and get that seen to. The quicker we can do that, the less chance there'll be of scarring." He glanced over his shoulder at Adams. "And we'll send you the bill."
Adams was not about to argue…
"He used a dog scenario, then?"
"Hmm?" Shinju was a little woozy from the treatment to repair his back. Okami kissed him.
"Adams. He had a dog fuck you?"
Shinju shuddered.
"Yeah. It was vile." He frowned. "What did he do to you?"
To his surprise his partner actually reddened and lowered his eyes.
"'kami? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I just don't want to talk about it." He reached for the phone. "What do you want to eat?"
Shinju didn't want to let it go quite that easily.
"Come on, you know what happened to me. Now I want to know what happened to you!"
"'ju, can we leave it for now. I will tell you, one day - just not right now, OK?"
Shinju pouted.
"Suppose I say no sex unless you tell me?"
Okami blinked, then slid a hand down to stroke his lover's groin.
"You think you could manage that?"
…fuck it… "OK, you win. For now. I'm not going to let this rest though."
Okami sighed.
"No, I know you won't…" He smiled and tweaked the leather-clad bulge between his partner's legs. "But for now, what would you like to eat?"
Shinju chuckled.
"Your choice. Anything but paté…"
Darkside