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Pleasure Slave	By : Capitalist Category: +. to F > Card Captor Sakura Views: 84321 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 10
- 11
- 12
Warning: Sadism and discipline a’coming, in case you couldn’t tell from the chapter title.

Chapter 11
‘degradation and punishment’

With the morning light Touya opened his eyes, looking at the cold and dark fireplace without recognition. Why was he so stiff? Where was he? Where was Sakura?
He shifted slightly and something clinked, and that was when all the memories came rushing back. Prisoner – chains – for Sakura – slave – Yue. He sat up straight and scanned the room warily, but the room was quiet and still. Touya was the only occupant.
And he was still on the rug where he’d fallen asleep the night before, still tethered by one foot to the firegrate post. Unbelievable. Last night he’d been too exhausted to protest, but now the proud peasant felt a fresh swell of humiliation and anger.
“Bastard,” he addressed the room, loudly and clearly, half hoping and half nervous that Yue might appear to confront him. But there was no response, and after a few minutes Touya adjusted his position with a sigh. For most of his life he’d promptly rolled out of bed after waking, to do one chore or another, and he wasn’t accustomed to idleness. Not to mention waking up chained to a post; he couldn’t even move around the room as he wished. Claustrophobia tightened in his throat and with an effort he swallowed it. He didn’t like being bound, it left him feeling helpless.
That reminded him of what happened last night, and curiously he examined the slim silver posts set into the floor before the fireplace. Absolutely solid, as far as he could tell, and didn’t budge when he pushed against them. The horizontal crossbar had been welded on securely; he didn’t see any way to link his cuffs to it at all. Unless Yue could move one object through another just as he could move things without touching them… he couldn’t do that. Could he?
A little nervousness cropped up again, but eventually it was dulled by boredom. The sun was getting higher, given the light spilling through the balcony doors, and still nothing in the room moved. Touya shifted his position again and again, even tried to go back to sleep, but it was futile. He couldn’t ever remember sitting in one place for so long without doing something. Frustrated, he yanked on the chain that cuffed his ankle, which accomplished nothing but a little pain. Did Yue intend to just leave him chained to the floor all day?
Still more time passed, and eventually an uncomfortable sensation began to make itself felt. He was usually out and about in the country at this time of day, and in the privacy of the woods relieving himself was not an issue thought twice about. Chained up like this he couldn’t even get to the bathroom. So how was he supposed to empty his bladder?
The more he tried not to think about it, the worse it got. Touya wondered if he should just stain the rug out of spite; it would serve Yue right for leaving him like this. But he couldn’t quite bring himself to do it, and it wasn’t out of fear for what Yue might do. Touya was a human being and would continue to act like it, no matter how much Yue tried to treat him like an animal.
Sun was getting higher. Finally he hit upon the simple solution of standing and relieving himself in the fireplace. The ashes absorbed the liquid and the odor easily enough, and he wondered why he hadn’t thought of it sooner. Relieved and with dignity intact, mostly, Touya lay back down on the rug and watched the sunlight spread across the opposite wall. He was in the middle of trying to remember all the words to his favorite poem when the door opened an hour later.
He jumped to his feet almost eagerly, but scowled when he found himself looking at Ralen. The blonde was clearly surprised.
“Up already? That couldn’t have been a very hard night.”
Not a hard night? How could it get any worse?
“I’m an early riser,” Touya answered coldly.
“Ah, of course. Used to catching chickens before breakfast, are you?”
Touya clenched his fists a little but did not reply, aware that his intense dislike of Ralen was rapidly growing into hatred. The servant dangled a familiar key expectantly.
“Time for your bath, slave. Sit.”
“I’m not a slave.” But he did sit, for no other reason than he was dying to get out of this room, and move his legs a little. Ralen knelt and unlocked the cuff on the firegrate post, relatching it around Touya’s ankle.
“Now come.”
Touya fumed at the command, but he couldn’t bear the thought of staring at that ceiling for one minute longer. So he stood and followed Ralen out of the bedroom and through Yue’s bare study, down the stairs, retracing the route they’d taken yesterday. By the time they reached the bathing rooms Touya was fairly certain he’d memorized it.
“You don’t have to watch, I can take a bath on my own.”
“Believe me, slave, I’m less than happy about wasting the morning on it. But I am the head of the household and responsible for maintenance of Yue’s property. That includes making sure his slaves are fed and groomed, no matter how many there are, male or female.” He unlocked Touya’s manacles and stepped back. “Girls.”
At least there were only two today, and there was no sign of the men who’d accompanied Ralen yesterday. An audience of just three was an improvement, but Touya still had to warn them away with a glare before he undressed himself.
“I’m not Yue’s slave and I’m not property,” he declared, once he was waist deep in water.
Ralen snorted. “Seems to me that Yue disagrees with you on that one. And you should know, he’s not one for tolerating resistance to his authority. So watch yourself.”
“That a threat?”
“Consider it a warning. From someone who knows how things work in this castle.”
Touya busied himself lathering up his hair, and did not reply. Remembering how he’d woken up chained to the floor only made him angrier every time he thought about it, and more determined to hang onto his pride at all costs. He wasn’t going to let Yue or his smirking servant or anyone else take it away.
He washed himself thoroughly, scrubbing away the memory of Yue’s touch as best he could. That empty bath in his bedroom crossed Touya’s mind, and he wondered if Yue ever used it. Come to think of it, he didn’t even see Yue break a sweat last evening. Maybe he was a creature that didn’t need to bathe.
Thinking about what happened between them made his stomach clench, and with an effort Touya willed away the images. His wrinkled and worn clothing was gone by the time he climbed out, and one girl offered him replacements of a similar cut and style, pants a rich dark blue this time instead of black. Already he missed cotton.
Ralen clapped on the cuffs again and led him back to the tea room, where he’d – or rather Sakura had – eaten dinner the evening before. There was no sign of her, however, and only one plate on the table.
“Where’s my sister?”
“Oh, I’m afraid she’s already eaten her morning meal. Yue didn’t say anything about the two of you sharing breakfast.”
Touya scowled when he sat down, but his appetite had finally caught up with him and he needed to eat. Breakfast was fresh fruit and cheese, milky white and flavorful, a roll of crusty white bread and a cup of tea. He’d never seen white bread before and the taste surprised him, the food here was just as good as Sakura said. Then he too noticed the balcony glass doors, and opened them for a breath of fresh air. It was his first since coming to the castle, and he soaked it up greedily, but he hadn’t been outside for more than a minute when Ralen ducked his head back in the room.
“Finished? Time to go, then.”
“Already?” Touya backed up the balcony rail and gripped it unconsciously. “Go where?”
“Back to his chambers, of course.”
Touya looked back at the long drop behind him and briefly considered just throwing himself over the edge.
But no, he could never do that to his sister. Instead he followed Ralen back up the stairs, through the front room and to the bedroom doors. The room was still empty when he opened them, and Touya hesitated before walking through.
“When is he coming back?”
“How should I know? Lord Yue does as he likes during the day, sometimes he buries himself in the library, sometimes he leaves the castle altogether.”
“And I’m supposed to just sit in his room all day and wait for him?”
“That would be your purpose, as a pleasure slave.”
“I’m not a slave. I can’t be inside all day.”
“Mm, tough. I have things to do.” Ralen smirked and gave a light push to Touya’s shoulder, taking him by surprise. Automatically he tried to put one foot out to stop himself, but his chains weren’t long enough and he only tripped, falling hard on the floor of the bedroom. The last thing he heard before the doors slammed shut was Ralen’s amused snort.
“I hate that man,” he muttered.

At least now he had free run of the room, not that it was much of an improvement. Both the wardrobe and the cupboard refused to open, when he grew bored enough to try, although he did have access to the bathroom. He would not let himself even look at the bed. The balcony doors wouldn’t open either, and after a few minutes of unsuccessful tinkering with the handles, he finally slumped against the glass and stared at the sky outside.

Sakura could feel frustration welling up in her throat as she stared at the unfolding spring day outside, so close and yet so far on the other side of all that glass. This was only the third day she’d spent in the cage and she decided she was already going mad with boredom. At least yesterday she’d been able to spend most of the morning on the tea room balcony, but now that the cage hinges were repaired she was stuck in here. Only in the harshest midwinter blizzards had Sakura ever spent an entire day indoors.
With a little sigh she flopped back onto her perch and swung back and forth, kicking her feet. How ironic – she’d come to be in a castle more fantastic and beautiful than anyone in her home village could dream of, and she couldn’t even explore it. She envied the household servants, who had their chores but at least had free run of the place. Already she’d tried asking if she could help clean, or wash clothes, or anything, but her requests were met with shocked stares and outright refusals. Everyone else in this castle seemed to think that sitting in this cage was an exalted position, but Sakura was already learning to hate her gilded prison.
Like her brother, Sakura simply wasn’t accustomed to idleness and wistfully wondered what he was doing right now. Surely he was having a better time than she was.

The hours ticked by, even though Touya had never seen a clock and rarely thought in those terms. He could feel them, as the sun moved across the sky overhead, felt every dead and empty minute. At one point he snapped and beat at the balcony doors with his bare fists, accomplishing nothing but painful red swelling on his fists and on his wrists, under the manacle cuffs. Limp and breathing raggedly, Touya slumped back to the floor and stayed there.

It was well past noon and Sakura had been crossing her legs for some while when she happened to see Ralen walking past. Hastily she jumped to her feet.
“Excuse me! Um, Mister Ralen?”
He paused and looked at her disinterestedly. “What is it?”
“Um, I’m sorry to bother you, but…” Sakura could feel her cheeks heating up, already humiliated at her next words. “But may I please be let out of this cage, just for a few moments? I need to, um…”
Ralen’s expression changed in an instant, his eyes appraising as he sauntered closer to the bars. She didn’t like it and backed up a step, though there was nowhere she could really go.
“Please?”
“My orders,” Ralen replied smoothly, “are to let you out for bathing, breakfast, and dinner, and nothing else.”
“But, you have the key…”
“So I do.” He held it up and dangled it, examining it idly as if he’d never seen it before. “But those were my orders. What you’re asking of me is a special favor.”
Sakura looked at him blankly and he huffed. “If I do a slave a special favor,” he elaborated, “I expect to get something in return.”
Bewildered, Sakura shook her head. “I don’t have any money.”
“I know you don’t have any money, slave,” he snorted. “I expect to get something in return.”
Sakura still stared, and he rolled his eyes. “Lift up your skirt,” he finally instructed. Not sure why, Sakura obeyed, drawing up the hem of her beautiful dress as she would for a curtsy. “Higher, you worthless half-wit.” Sakura’s eyes brimmed with tears and she complied, utterly perplexed. “Right up, now,” he coached, “up to your chest.”
Sakura gasped and let her dress fall back down into its place, aghast. “What?”
“You said you needed to be let out, well, that’s the price.”
Sakura’s face burned, remembering the trauma of baring herself to all those men at the auction. Her brother would be horrified if he knew, she could never face him again. Frantically Sakura shook her head.
“I can’t.”
Ralen looked annoyed, but not especially put out. “Virgins,” he sighed. “Always take so much breaking in.” His gaze roved over Sakura, prompting her to hug her arms to her chest, and he smiled. “Let me know when you change your mind.”
And with that he left.

The door opened and Touya jumped to his feet, relieved, furious, and nervous all at once.
“Let me outside!” he demanded, and Yue raised an eyebrow.
“It is not my slave’s place to make demands.”
“You can’t keep me locked up in this room all day, I’m going mad. I’m from the mountains, I work in the countryside, I can’t sit in your room all day!”
“You can and will do everything that I wish, slave.”
“I’m not your slave!”
“Oh really?” Yue’s eyes glittered coldly and he turned, moving across the room to sit in his chair. “Come here, slave. On your knees.”
“No,” Touya said flatly, already pushed to the edge by his claustrophobia. “I won’t. You can’t make me.”
The air turned noticeably cooler, but all Yue did was lace his fingers together in a thoughtful pose.
“I told you last night that I dislike collecting you. You will come to me when I order it.”
“Fuck you. I hate you.”
Yue’s eyes narrowed. “One last chance.”
Touya took a step back, eyes full of challenge. Silently and smoothly, exuding an aura of menace, Yue rose from his chair and walked toward him. Not caring how hopeless it was, Touya clenched his fists and swung at him. Quite easily Yue caught his arm, right below the cuff, and yanked him forward until Touya’s chin was level with his shoulder. His other arm grasped Touya’s waist and held him there, thwarting his effort to struggle free.
“Ever try to strike me again,” Yue murmured, lips brushing over his ear, “and I promise you’ll wish you’d never been born. You, naughty slave, are in need of discipline.” His hand glided around Touya’s waist and pulled at the drawstring that tied his pants, yanking it free. The silk trousers dropped to the floor with a whisper, and Touya fought harder to escape Yue’s vice-like grasp. All to no avail, Yue dragged him across the room and through the doorway, into the first room and mercilessly threw Touya against the large and bare desk. The impact caught him hard in the stomach and he grunted, and then Yue was pulling his arms across the wooden surface.
“Now watch,” he instructed, and with a sick feeling of dread Touya watched him press the chain linking his cuffs right into the dark oak. He could move one object through another after all. Desperately Touya yanked at his cuffs but there was no give, and his breath shortened into raspy and panicked pants.
“That’s more like it,” Yue observed, from somewhere next to him. “Now you understand. Now you know the futility of fighting.” His fingertips danced lightly along Touya’s slightly arched back and pulled the hem of his shirt up, a few inches. Touya writhed and squirmed, but this position made it impossible to move or even see. Nervously he watched Yue’s white coat disappear from view, moving around behind him.
“Ralen,” he heard him say, “fetch a riding crop from the stables and bring it to my chambers. I’ll be waiting.”
“Yes, my lord,” was the thin reply, barely audible to Touya though he could practically hear Ralen’s smirk. Touya simmered with humiliation, but he didn’t give in to the temptation to beg his way out of this. He had more pride than that.
“You can’t keep me locked up in that room all day,” he muttered.
“Still making demands? Don’t you know what I’m about to do you, slave?”
“I can’t just sit in your bedroom all day, I’m not a piece of furniture. And what about my sister? Do you keep her in that cage all day too?”
“What I do with my other slave isn’t any of your concern.”
“You can’t do that to her! You can’t lock us up like this, we’re human beings!”
“You are my property,” Yue corrected. Soft as a sigh he touched Touya again, gliding his open palm across his lower back and then lower, over the flesh of his exposed behind. Then, before Touya had a chance to open his mouth and tell Yue to stop it, he inserted a finger.
Just as before, Touya yelped and bucked, trying to escape the unwelcome invasion. But with his hips bent over the desk there wasn’t anywhere to go, and this time Yue delved even deeper.
“Stop it,” Touya panted. “Don’t touch me.”
“You should not speak so to your master,” Yue reproved. “And your body belongs to me, it is mine to explore.”
He withdrew and then plunged in again, thrusting rhythmically, and Touya cried out. He hated this feeling, hated the invasive and penetrating feel of Yue inside him, hated Yue period. He thrashed his legs a bit, but it was impossible to kick with them chained together.
Touya was beginning to feel hot and realized, to his mortification, that he was becoming aroused again. Grinding his hips into the hard surface had created friction, and in some peculiar way it had begun to throb in sync to Yue’s ministrations. Without noticing it he’d stopped trying to resist, and instead gripped his chains in preparation. So very hot…
A light knock sounded on the door, and Yue withdrew completely. “Enter.”
The door opened and Touya went scarlet with embarrassment, turning his face to the window. For Ralen to see him in this humiliating position was even worse than what Yue had done.
“As you requested, my lord,” Ralen said unctuously, a little more loudly than necessary.
Yue said nothing, but Touya saw him move forward out of the corner of his eye. “Dismissed.”
The door shut. Again Yue passed through his peripheral vision, swinging something long and dark in one hand, and then a crop of stiff leather rested against his buttocks.
“And now,” Yue declared, “you learn the price of disobedience. Five strokes.”
Touya braced himself, clenching his fists, and when the first strike came he was able to thwart the instinctive yelp. It was more painful than he’d expected, biting into his skin with a sharp crack and leaving a stinging afterburn.
“Count,” Yue ordered, but Touya kept silent.
Smack. “Count.”
Smack. “Count.”

Sakura could feel tears welling up again as she watched the sun begin its drop in the west, turning the sky ruddy with color. On the other side of that glass the rest of the world was enjoying a beautiful evening, but she was trapped inside a cage and in acute pain. The ache in her bladder had become impossible to ignore, no matter how much she tried to think of other things or pretend that it was a hot dry day.

Smack. “Count.”
Still Touya kept adamantly silent, though he could swear Yue was striking even harder now, biting his lip to keep from screaming.
Smack. “Count.”

“Please,” she whispered, “just a little longer. Not long until dinner now.”

After the fifth strike Yue paused, and placed the riding crop on the desk not too far from Touya’s head. Touya exhaled and lay his head against the wood, breathing raggedly, but Yue made no move to free him and the room was curiously silent for a few minutes. At length Yue set a goblet of wine on the desk and picked up the crop again.
“You said five!” Touya protested, before he could stop himself. He couldn’t take anymore. “That was five.”
“Since my slave did not keep count as ordered, I wouldn’t know.”
“What!”
“Again.”
Smack.

“I’m on the mountains,” Sakura whispered to herself, eyes shut tight. “Very hot dry day and I’m so thirsty and- oh…” She bit her lip and clenched her muscles again; this wasn’t working.

Smack. “Count.”

It happened inevitably, like the mountain floods pouring over a village bulwark. Her control slipped and once it began she couldn’t stop it. With simultaneous relief and dread she felt her muscles relax completely.

Smack. The furious pain overwhelmed him and Touya snapped; he screamed.

Eagerly her bladder emptied itself, and the warm liquid soaked through her panties, streaming down her legs and staining first the dress and then the cushioned floor of the cage. Sakura burst into tears.

“One,” he gasped, before Yue could strike again. He heard a soft grunt of acknowledgement before the crop lashed him again, and felt the bitter gall of defeat rise in his throat.
Smack. “Two.”
Smack. “Three.”
This pain was like hell itself on his backside, Touya was sure he’d never endured anything worse.
Smack. “Four.”
Smack. “Five.”
Again the crop whipped up against his flesh and he cringed, but Yue stopped just short of an actual strike. Touya didn’t have to look to see the amusement in his eyes, and wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere.
Yue did not give him that option, however, and only returned the crop to the desk before placing a hand on Touya’s cuffs and freeing him. His grip was ironclad around Touya’s wrist, not that Touya was any longer in a condition to struggle, and he dragged his slave back into the bedroom. Unkindly he threw Touya down to the floor in front of his chair and seated himself, untying his waist sash.
“Next time, I’m sure, you’ll come obediently when I order it. Now open your mouth.”
Touya recoiled in disgust and turned his head. Oh god, not that again. “Spit it out,” Yue continued, “and I warn you that you’ll lick every last drop off the floor. You know that I do not make empty threats.”
Yes, Touya knew that. But that didn’t stop him from muttering “I hate you” one more time, just before Yue gripped his hair and plunged into his mouth, invading so deep that Touya was sure he would choke. He had no more than a second to recover before Yue was driving him down along his length again, and frantically Touya tried to push himself clear. But even with his arms braced against the chair he couldn’t fight Yue’s sheer strength and his struggles only resulted in more vicious thrusting. Touya’s eyes began to water.
It didn’t last more than a few minutes, though it seemed an eternity to the kneeling slave. The warm shaft in his mouth erupted, flooding it with Yue’s essence, and Touya’s instinctive reaction was to get rid of it. But he had not forgotten his warning, and fear that Yue would force him to go through with it was enough to clap his own hand over his lips. It was vile, slippery and warm and foreign, but somehow he managed to choke it down.
Weak from the frenzied assault, Touya collapsed to the floor and lay there, panting. His punished flesh felt like it was on fire and his mouth was polluted with Yue’s taste and smell; it seemed there was no part of him that hadn’t been ravaged. How did it come to this? Why was he here, Touya Kinomoto of the village Eagle’s Path?
Sakura.
Yes, that was why he was here. And horrible as it all was, at least he was doing it to protect her. If nothing else, at least she was safe.

Cheeks flaming and tear-streaked, Sakura raised her head when Ralen leaned casually against her cage. Looking mildly amused, he clucked his tongue and she shriveled under his stare.
“Well, well, well. Looks like someone had a little accident.”
“I’m sorry,” Sakura whispered. “I tried- I just couldn’t. I’m really sorry.”
“Oh, you’re in for it now. Lord Yue likes his possessions to keep themselves clean. When he hears about this he’ll probably spank you good and hard.”
Sakura’s tears flowed faster at that, utterly terrified of Yue and the thought that she might suffer his anger. “Please don’t tell him,” she begged. “I’ll clean it up if you let me, I swear I’ll clean it all up…”
“Cleaning is a servant’s job, not a pleasure slave’s.” He smiled when she hiccuped with a little sob, then shrugged. “I won’t tell him, not this time. Now that you’ve learned your lesson, I expect to get what I ask for next time.”
Sakura blanched and looked down, already telling herself that in the future she would avoid drinking any of the tea served with breakfast.
“And now it’s time for your dinner. Come along, slave.” He unlocked her door and she stood, cringing when his eyes moved to the obvious stain on her dress. “Mm-mm, what a mess. You look a fright.”
Sakura’s mind came to a screaming halt right then, a new panic overtaking her embarrassment. Ralen intended to take her to dinner, with her brother. She gasped and took a step back, retreating from the door of the cage.
“Now what?”
“Please,” she quavered, “I can’t see my brother like this. Could I – if it’s not too much bother – can I wash up first? And… change out of this dress?”
Ralen’s smile grew as she spoke, that same calculating look returning to his eyes. It made her quail but she had to ask, she simply couldn’t let her brother see her like this.
“And we come back to the special favors,” he sighed. “And this really is putting me out of my way, you know that?”
Sakura twisted her hands. “Please?”
“Very well. Come along, already.” Quickly she scurried out of the cage and followed him, down the corridors and stairways until they’d reached the familiar bathing rooms. There was, however, no sign of the female servants who usually attended to her.
“Here you are,” he announced, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed. “Wash up all you like.”
Sakura hesitated when he made no move to leave, gaze roving over her expectantly.
“Um…” she whispered, and he raised his eyebrows.
“Well? You don’t want to be late for dinner, do you? Make your poor brother worry? I could tell him what happened -”
“No!” Sakura said quickly. “No. I-I’ll take a bath.”
“Then you’d better get undressed.”
Aware that tears had begun to slip down her cheeks again, Sakura grasped the hem of her dress and pulled it up over her head. The faint ‘ahh’ from Ralen reminded her of the men at the auction, and her face burned in shame. Why did men have to stare so?
More than ready to jump in the water, she pulled at the laces on her panties.
“Uh-uh,” Ralen lectured, rubbing himself languidly between his legs. “Slowly.”
Crying a little harder, Sakura forced herself to obey. How she hated this place, with its cage and cruel caretaker and terrifying master. Staying with Tomoyo was so much better, but life in her home village was what Sakura missed most of all. Eyes shut tight and hot with tears, Sakura wished with everything she had that she was there right now.
The stained panties hit the floor but she didn’t move, trembling under Ralen’s scrutiny.
“Waiting for my permission, that’s good. You’ll make a decent slave yet. Go ahead and wash yourself, now.”
Half-blinded by her tears, Sakura stumbled to the edge of the bath and let herself down into the cool water.
“I’ll tell,” she whispered between hiccups. “Tomoyo s-said only my m-master can -”
“Can what? Touch you? Did I?” He chuckled, and by the sound of it Sakura could tell he was coming closer, coming to stand directly above her on the edge of the pool. She hugged her knees to her chest and kept her face down, not daring to look up. “Do be careful, little girl, you don’t want to make me angry. When Yue tires of his slaves they’re mine for the taking. Soon enough, I’ll be doing whatever…” His voice had slowed to a menacing drawl, and Sakura was aware that she’d begun to shiver. “… I like to you. What, crying again? Hurry up now, or you’ll be late.”

Touya might have dozed off for a few minutes, he wasn’t sure. At any rate, he drifted back into consciousness to find himself still lying on the floor at Yue’s feet and in considerable pain. He wasn’t even dressed, his pants were still around his ankles. Grimacing and grunting a little with the effort of it, he curled his body until he could reach and then lifted his hips, pulling them back up to his waist. It hurt, but the darkening room around him informed it must be well into the evening. In spite of the pain, Touya still intended to see Sakura.
After a minute of rest, Touya rolled over and climbed to his knees, almost inclined to simply crawl to the bathroom. But he could feel Yue’s eyes on him and he rebelled, forcing himself to a standing position. The room tilted a little but he stayed upright, taking a few cautious steps across the rug.
“There is no call to push yourself,” Yue advised, from behind him. “Slaves need their rest.”
“-m not a slave,” Touya muttered, not pausing. “And I’m fine. I’m going to see Sakura at dinner.”
“That might be rather difficult. Ralen can tell her why you can’t come.”
“Don’t even think about it,” Touya snapped, bracing a hand against the bathroom doorframe and finally looking back at Yue. “She doesn’t know anything, won’t ever know anything. And I’m going. You said I could.”
“I did.”
Touya stumbled into the bathroom and splashed his face, feeling better almost as soon as he made contact with the crystalline cold water. Refreshed and revived, he rinsed his mouth out several times and then thirstily gulped as much as he could; his throat felt raw from both screaming and what happened afterwards. The thought made his stomach clench again but he didn’t vomit this time, and when he returned to the bedroom his chin was held high. Maybe he’d been defeated today but that didn’t mean he was broken. In silent challenge he met Yue’s eyes, black defiance versus silver patience, for a moment that lasted a long time.
And then someone knocked, shattering the thick silence of the room. Yue relaxed into his chair. “Enter.”
Ralen opened the door, and Touya wondered if Yue would have invited him in if Touya was still undressed. Fortunate timing.
“My lord. Is he ready?”
“Yeah,” Touya answered, before Yue could open his mouth. “Let’s go.” He limped back to the door, deliberately not looking at Yue even though he was surely annoyed.
“I did not dismiss you, slave.”
“I’m not your slave.” He didn’t stop moving, and Ralen had to brace a hand against his shoulder.
“You wait to be dismissed,” he instructed, “always.”
Touya shook his hand off, wincing some. “So dismiss me already.”
“Watch your tone!”
“Fuck you.”
Ralen glowered. “Insolent son of a -”
“Ralen.” At Yue’s crisp warning the servant subsided, lowering the hand that he’d half-raised. The lord’s gaze moved from him to Touya, almost mocking, and he said nothing. A prickle of worry ran through Touya at his continued silence, even though he was sure Yue was only playing with him. Maybe he was going to rescind his promise after all; there wasn’t anything Touya could do about it. He swallowed nervously, which was perhaps all Yue was waiting for.
“You are dismissed.” Touya exhaled in relief and turned away again, choosing to ignore the amusement that had flashed across that face. Sakura was more important.

A small and round mirror stood poised among the small trinkets, on the side shelving of the tea room, and Sakura examined her face carefully for any residual tearstains. There were none that she could see, and in practice she worked up a convincing smile. Onii-chan simply couldn’t know; she could not bring herself to tell him what happened. It was too humiliating to share, and anyway Sakura did not want to add to his worries. Hadn’t she proved to be enough a burden lately? She would keep this much from him, at least, she could bear this alone.

The key turned in each latch, releasing Touya from his cuffs. In his condition they really weren’t even necessary, and it was with some effort that he managed to stand up again.    Ralen opened the door and, forcing any trace of a limp from his walk, Touya stepped through.
“Onii-chan!” Sakura jumped up from the sofa with a bright smile on her face, the most beautiful sight he’d seen all day. For just a moment he thought he saw it falter, but then she pounced on him with a hug and he could no longer see her face. He almost crumpled under the pain but somehow he held his ground, gritting his teeth and clutching his sister just a little harder than he should have.
“Sakura,” he whispered in reply. She couldn’t ever know.
“I missed you,” she mumbled into his shirt.
“I missed you too. But I really can’t breathe.”
“Oh, sorry!” Abashed, she released him and he exhaled, only grimacing when she’d looked away from his face. “Are you hungry?” She tugged his hand eagerly and led him back to the sofa. “Dinner is really delicious, and you didn’t have any last night. I think you should eat, you look pale. Are you all right?” With a wince Touya sank into the velvety cushions.
“Fine.”
“What kind of work are you doing for Yue? Is it very difficult?” Anxiously she leaned forward, green eyes full of concern.
“I said I’m fine,” Touya snapped. “Don’t worry about it.”
Exhausted and irritable, his tone was far harsher than he intended and she withdrew, looking hurt. Touya was instantly repentant.
“I’m sorry, Sakura, I didn’t mean to yell at you. I’m just tired.”
She bit her lip and he scooted closer, ignoring the pain, until he could drape his arms around her and hug her close.
“Are you angry at me?”
“No, of course not. I just had… a rough day. How about you?” he asked, anxious to divert attention from himself. “Are you okay?”
Sakura hesitated, something her brother instantly picked up on. Automatically he stiffened and clutched at her more tightly. “Sakura?”
“I’m fine, Onii-chan, I promise. I just get a little bored in that cage, that’s all.”
“Is that cage very bad? Do people stare at you?”
“Well, no. In fact, I don’t really see anyone all day. Nobody comes in that room except Mister Ralen, to let me out.”
Touya scowled at the name, but Sakura did say she was okay. The man was Yue’s servant after all, and Touya had already picked up on the protected status of a pleasure slave. Sakura should be safe where she was.
“I know it’s not much fun, but can you bear it for just a little while? For me?” He stroked her hair pleadingly and she sighed again, nodding into his chest. “Thank you.”
They remained that way, embraced, for a few minutes, but the silence was broken by Touya’s grumbling stomach. Sakura quickly sat upright.
“Oh sorry, Onii-chan, you need to eat. Can I feed you? You look tired.”
Even though the thought of reaching forward to collect his plate exhausted Touya, his pride recoiled. The last thing he wanted right now was his little sister taking care of him.
“I said I’m fine, Sakura, finish your own dinner. Don’t worry about me.”
“But -”
“Sakura.” Without really intending to, his voice slipped into his habitual commanding tone and she subsided, turning her attention back on her own plate. Gritting his teeth slightly, Touya bent forward and picked up his, panting a little by the time he collapsed back against the cushions. But if Sakura noticed, she said nothing, and Touya began to eat. Dinner was roast chicken and a variety of cooked greens, all well done and frangrantly spiced, but without any of the potatoes or bread he was accustomed to. With nothing to do but sit in a cage all day, he supposed they weren’t really necessary. Spearing a forkful of tender chicken breast, Touya had the stray urge to ask Sakura how much it cost and smothered it just in time.
Because it didn’t matter anymore how much the chicken cost, or the greens, or anything they ate or wore. None of it was theirs. Touya was still with his sister but their household, that he’d fought so hard to protect for two years, was gone.
It was the first time all day he nearly burst into tears, but somehow he managed to hold them in. The chicken had turned to sand in his mouth and with difficulty he swallowed it, returning his plate to the table.
“Onii-chan?”
“I’m done.”
Another surge of claustrophobia overwhelmed him and he stood up, walking carefully to the glass doors and opening them for a little fresh air. The view was stunning, even though the sun was now gone and most of the valley plunged in shadow. The western sky was still smudged with color and the peaks of the mountains glowed rose. The sight of them brought a lump to his throat. How could the two of them be so far away from where they belonged?
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Sakura sighed, snuggling up to him. “We’re so high up, we can see everything.”
“Yes, Sakura, it’s very beautiful.” Neither of them mentioned the faraway mountain peaks, even though they were both looking, each equally determined to wear a brave face for the other. They spent the rest of their time together in silence.

When Touya returned to Yue’s bedchambers after dinner, it was to the last detail exactly as it had been the night before. Dressed now in his robe, Yue lounged in his chair and studied Touya with an appraising air. Touya returned the stare and then turned to limp to the far side of the rug, in deliberate echo of his actions yesterday. As gracefully as he could manage, he settled himself on the floor and kept his eyes on the fire.
“Come here, slave.”
Touya closed his eyes and squeezed his fists nervously. “Haven’t you had enough already?”
“It is not your place to ask me such a question. It is your place to obey me, and you know exactly what will happen if you don’t. I’ve decided to keep the riding crop here, just in case.”
At the very mention of the word, the wounds on Touya’s skin throbbed. He was a full-grown man and shouldn’t be afraid of a little pain, or so he reminded himself impatiently, but it was difficult to erase the burning agony from his memory. Not to mention the stark humiliation. And if he was constantly under the whip, soon he wouldn’t be able to walk. How could he meet and comfort his sister then?
Touya rolled over onto his hands and knees, bitter hatred rising in his throat. It was the smart choice, the sensible choice, but that didn’t diminish the pain of degradation as he crawled across the floor.
“That’s more like it.” Yue stroked his hair possessively and Touya jerked his head away. “Now open your mouth.”
“Again?”
“Do not resist me, slave. Your punishment was rather stimulating to me, and necessitated immediate release. This time you will take me a little more slowly.”
“Goody.”
Yue opened his robe and Touya quickly shut his eyes, bracing himself for the attack. But Yue only tilted his chin up and spoke again.
“No, slave, it’s time you learned to do it on your own. Give me your hand.”
Touya leaned back warily, ignoring his command, and Yue had to lean down a little to grasp his arm. When Touya’s hand was in his, he guided it between his legs while Touya shivered in disgust and tried to pull away. He was not successful, and Yue curled his fingers around his own shaft.
“Now take me in your mouth, softly,” Yue instructed, “and suck.”
Touya opened his mouth to refuse and then shut it again, intimidated by the cold glitter in Yue’s eyes. He was already in too much pain to rebel now, all Touya wanted was to end this day and go to sleep. Grimacing, he closed his lips over Yue’s erection.
“Very good,” Yue murmured, still lightly stroking his hair. “Keep going.”
Get it over with, Touya reminded himself, and obediently began to suck. The warm shaft throbbed and swelled in his mouth, and Yue sighed contentedly.
“Deeper.” Gross. Touya bowed his head, letting Yue’s length slide up past his tongue and toward his throat. Vaguely he wondered what Yue would do to him if he bit down right now, then decided it just wasn’t worth the risk. And although it was a decidedly unpleasant task, it was preferable to Yue shoving his hips into Touya’s face. At least now Touya was setting the pace.
It did last longer this time, and Touya was almost relieved to feel the familiar contraction before Yue erupted in his mouth. As he’d done earlier, Touya fell back onto the floor and clapped a hand over his mouth, forcing himself to choke it down. His throat burned, and with the idea of rinsing himself off Touya tried to stand.
Yue’s hand dropped to his shoulder before he could, preventing motion.
“Not just yet, slave. I did not give you permission to leave.”
“Let me go,” Touya whispered, too spent to raise his voice.
“Unless I instruct otherwise, it is my preference that you sit at my feet. At all times.”
“I won’t.”
“You will, unless you want to repeat your earlier punishment session threefold.”
“I hate you,” Touya said again, silently, the words no more than a raspy exhalation. Under the firm pressure of Yue’s hand, he collapsed to the floor and rested his head back against the chair. Demeaning as the position was, at least he didn’t have to face Yue. At least Yue couldn’t see the tears overflowing as he stared at the fire, blurring the flames before they spilled down his cheeks. He took care to make no sound, give no evidence of his weakness. He also took care not to let his body touch Yue’s legs, just inches away next to him.
He was Touya Kinomoto, and he was no one’s slave.

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Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, even if Yue does own Touya.
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