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As the Smoke Clears #4 in Rivalry Series	By : kurahieiritrJIO Category: +G to L > Initial D Views: 2672 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-As the Smoke Clears
- 2-Smoke 2
- 3-Smoke 3
- 4-Smoke 4
- 5-Smoke 5
- 6-Smoke 6
- 7-Smoke 7
- 8-Smoke 8
- 9-Smoke 9
- 10-Smoke 10
- 11-Smoke 11
- 12-Smoke 12
- 13-Smoke 13
- 14-Smoke 14
- 15-Some 15
- 16-Smoke 16
- 17-Chapter 17
- 18-Smoke 18
- 19-Smoke 19
- 20-Smoke 20
- 21-Smoke 21
- 22-Smoke 22
- 23-Smoke 23
- 24-Smoke 24
- 25-Smoke 25
- 26-Smoke 26
- 27-Smoke 27
- 28-Smoke 28
- 29-Smoke 29
- 30-Smoke 30
- 31-Smoke 31
- 32-Smoke 32
- 33-Smoke 33
- 34-Smoke 34
- 35-Smoke 35
- 36-Smoke 36
- 37-Smoke 37
- 38-Smoke 38
- 39-Smoke 39
- 40-Smoke 40
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CHAPTER 11

WARNINGS: GRAPHIC RAPE and TORTURE

Acting as Takumi's lawyer at Tatsuhiko's request, Senda contacted Keisuke with the news that videos confiscated from Kahori's slave compounds featuring Takumi were the bulk of the day's panel considerations. Although victim rights were not his specialty, Senda protected Takumi's interests well enough for the review panel phase of the investigations. He had gotten a gag order and completely closed courtroom viewing that only the panel and select personnel required by the reviewing panel would be allowed to see.

Upset by the change in plans that prevented him from spending quality time with Takumi and Hikaru for the third day in a row, the spiky haired wheat hued blond followed the semi retired lawyer to a seat farther from the large projection screen covering one wall. So far Takumi had avoided answering many questions about his confrontation with Takeuchi, and Keisuke knew that he needed concrete answers. Without answers he would never be able to help Takumi heal. After seeing Takumi pick at his dinner the night before, Keisuke was getting concerned that Takumi was too depressed for his own good.

Grateful that Senda got him into the closed review despite having to tell Takumi he would be late to the hospital yet again, Keisuke settled into the seat next to the white haired lawyer. Several people shuffled into the room after him. A panel of criminal court judges and three veteran policemen made up the review panel. Keisuke was surprised to see the foreign brainwashing reversal specialist, Leamas Alexander take a seat on his other side along with another man who must have been assigned to act as his translator. Two doctors that he recognized as having treated Takumi, and another man that had the air of a medical staffer also found seats on the same row. A glance back showed him three more women, all dressed in professional business clothing, enter the courtroom after showing a card to the bailiff on duty. Like Senda and himself, they had been vetted to be in the room. The door closed with an audible click.

The courtroom lights dimmed to half. A man stood up and moved so he was in front of the glowing projector screen. "This viewing will concentrate on video footage from the security camera located within cell five right on the second level of the maximum security compound. The prisoners names are Fujiwara Takumi, and Takeuchi Itsuke. There is also footage of these prisoners that comes from the main compound security system, and the miniature pornography production studio found on site."

With those words the man stepped down and found a seat in the front row as the panel began jotting notes in journals that rested on small standing trays in front of their chairs. The screen rippled and morphed into the image of Takumi, obviously unconscious, being drug across bare concrete between two large men. They each held him by an arm as his feet drug across the floor. They hauled his limp body onto a long table and dumped him without compassion before leaving the sterile room. A thin man with a wispy beard clucked as he began cutting away bloody clothing strips. Keisuke recognized Yet Kwai as she brought over a bowl filled with steaming water. The man spoke to her in Chinese. Yet Kwai began dipping a sponge into the bowl and saturating sections of Takumi's shirt that were obviously stuck to his injuries. Blood began to slide onto the table top in ever growing pools as they worked to pull the shredded clothing from Takumi's battered body.

Anger and relief warred for supremacy as Keisuke watched the proceedings unfold. He was relieved that the slavers were taking care of Takumi's vicious injuries. Akiho and Yet Kwai continued cleaning his wounds, while the overseer, Tung Tzu stitched them closed, and then put ointment and bandages over each of his beloved's tattered gashes. Anger at seeing the woman named Kahori wearing an elaborately decorated mask so could not be positively identified had Keisuke clenching his fists in his lap.

The conversation twists between Akiho and the overseer that he had seen die at the compound rattled Keisuke as he listened to their virulent exchanges. When Kahori took avid interest in Takumi's legacy necklace, Akiho was the one that blocked her from stripping it from his lover's neck. It was an unexpected surprise to Keisuke as he listened to her relay his family's legend concerning the necklace. Hearing a touch of superstitiousness in the mask wearing woman's responses almost made him smile.

Other scenes followed. Takeuchi's warning about Takumi's capacity for berserker rage flashed through his mind as he watched his amber haired mate explode into action and take three guards down within a matter of seconds. Keisuke could hear blood curdling screams that sounded feminine in the background. Lacking an image to show him who was being tortured, he could not be certain of his impression. Takumi's extraordinary speed and inhuman expression shocked Keisuke to his core. Although still badly wounded from his original abduction fight, Takumi ignored his fast ripping stitches and increasing amounts of lost blood as he beat down more guards. He was fascinated by Takumi's inhuman speed and strength. It took longer than expected for Takumi to get overwhelmed by superior numbers. He went down hard beneath burly well trained fighters hell bent on stopping him.

Several more fights were shown, all of which gave Keisuke a warm glow of pride in Takumi. It was clear that his lover was quite capable of holding off superior numbers for an unusually long time. Although he inevitably lost, the damage left in his wake was impressive. Keisuke had suspected his beloved was not someone he wanted to face in a physical confrontation. The extreme violence flashing across the screen gave startling confirmation to his original impression about Takumi's mettle.

The projector shifted to another setting. Takumi and Takeuchi each sat upon crude cots confined within a small cell. Takumi's wrists were shackled above his head. Keisuke could see a shackle on one of Takumi's ankles, also bound to the thick cell bars. He was laying on his back, fully nude. Keisuke could not count the many bruises and cuts that marred his torso and arms. Without a doubt, Takumi's back must have looked as bad. Takeuchi was curled up into a ball of sorts on his cot. From the slouched over angle, Keisuke knew that he was nude also. The same overseer, Tung Tzu came to the cell and opened the door.

Moments later, Akiho entered the cell with a sketch pad in her hands and not a stitch of clothing to cover her lush female figure. The cell door clanged shut and the overseer left. She dropped onto the edge of his cot, waking Takumi. Listening to their heated discussion as Akiho drew with quick strokes brought a smile to Keisuke's lips. Even as he watched Akiho ruthlessly baiting Takumi while drawing on the pad in her hands, Takeuchi uncurled and got involved with their argument about whether or not he knew about Hikaru. Takumi's vehement defense that he was ignorant to having a son eased Keisuke's sense of helplessness in watching the security camera footage. It seemed that nothing could break his beloved as he watched his spouse's lively responses to his ex girlfriend's cruel jabs. After Akiho left the cell the video was sent back into fast forward. Takumi and Takeuchi moved several times in fast jerky motions.

The same distinguished man rose and advised that there were five hours of footage where nothing happened. A new scene began unfolding on the projector screen which was moving at extreme fast forward. Takumi was drinking something that Yet Kwai had given him. Without warning, the scene slowed to real time speed. Takumi had one arm and both legs free so he could eat and drink what he had been given. His other arm remained chained to the cell bars.

Shuddering, he dumped the cup and bowl and tried to curl up as his body began sweating profusely. The vision of his teeth clenching as his free arm slipped down and clamped against his stomach tore at Keisuke's heart. Several minutes ticked by with Takeuchi trying to find out if he was alright. Unlike Takumi, Takeuchi was not chained. Takumi's voice came out through ragged pants as he gave several details about how strange his body felt. His skin flushed while he tried to focus on Takeuchi's words.

Obviously uncomfortable with the scene he was trapped within, Takeuchi sat against Takumi's bed, facing his own cot as he tried to help Takumi to cope with this obvious drugging. The more Takumi squirmed, the harder Takeuchi tried to distract him from his discomfort by talking about street racing and their mutual childhood history.

Tung Tzu entered the cell with a burly guard. The guard cuffed Takumi's other wrist and helped bind one of Takumi's legs. Turning, he flung Takeuchi against the cell bars, quickly tying him up so his arms were outstretched. Takeuchi's strapping frame branded itself into Keisuke's mind.

His vision sharpening, Keisuke found that he was cataloging everything about Takeuchi's nude back with a fighter's knowledge of strengths and weaknesses. Not quite having lost all his baby fat, Takeuchi's muscle potential was not yet well enough developed in his back to match the very heavy bone structure revealed. Broad, thick boned shoulder blades and equally broad, straight back dominated half of the large screen as the guard stepped back and crossed meaty arms over his brawny chest. A powerhouse fighter's natural bone structure that lacked the required muscle to look right was filling Keisuke's vision. Those potentially powerful lines were evident all the way down into his calves. Strong hips and glutes advertized the youth's definite leg strength while Takeuchi struggled against the ropes holding him tight against the bars. Had Takeuchi been involved with weight training, Keisuke knew the guard would have failed to secure him to the cell bars without aide.

Several men that Keisuke had tangled with over the years came to mind as he considered Takeuchi's upper body potential. Unstoppable rogue bulls when angry, each had been very dangerous. Lacking his natural speed, such men developed endurance to pain and stamina necessary for long protracted fights that Keisuke barely won. They had brute strength to crush opponents that got unlucky enough to get captured as their superior speed eroded from the ongoing exertion of fighting all out.

One opponent in particular came to Keisuke's mind. With his strength backing a solid iron pipe, a large hole in a thick concrete wall had exploded a few centimeters from Keisuke's skull during their fight. If Takeuchi started taking care of himself and exercised the way he needed to, his frame would easily carry the same heavy muscle capable of the same inhuman destructive force some day.

Heart hammering Keisuke refocused on Takumi's half of the screen. His mate was fighting the heavy chains while snarling objections about Takeuchi's confinement. The way Takumi tried to throw his prone body against the shackles around his wrists and visible ankle caught at Keisuke's soul. Protecting his adopted brother was the only thing on Takumi's mind. He had known for a while that Takumi was attached to Takeuchi, yet seeing the impotent rage plastered across his mate's face impressed upon Keisuke that their friendship ran even deeper than he had realized.

Tung Tzu's ruthless voice blared from the speakers catching Keisuke's attention as his gaze took in Takumi's obviously aroused body. "Your struggles are useless, Fujiwara kun. The tincture is taking effect quite nicely. You're finding that it does its job very efficiently by now, aren't you? I suggest you follow my directions without hesitation unless you enjoy the escalating pain. Today we begin determining exactly how much education you'll require to perform to Kahori sama's standards when she begins using you to eradicate the outstanding debt owed to the Syndicate."

Keisuke felt his stomach twist into a knot. It seemed that Takumi did not realize where Tung Tzu's comments would lead. His mutinous glare screamed defiance as he growled at the overseer. "Go to hell, yaro. I'm not going to obey any of you sick bastards. When I get loose, I'm going to get even for this shit you're doing to Itsuke and all the rest of these people. I'll beat the shit out of all of you too before I'm done, Tung Tzu."

"Oh I think you'll find that you're going to be quite willing to obey me very soon, Fujiwara kun. Minasan obeys when they're on the tincture. It seems you haven't quite gotten to the right level of intoxication yet. It's of little consequence. Gai come in here."

Keisuke watched an attractive man, equally nude, enter the small cell and squeeze past the burly guard standing near Takeuchi. He stopped beside Tung Tzu without saying a word. "Tell me, Gai, nani is your impression of Fujiwara kun's sellable attributes?"

The young man looked Takumi over very thoroughly as Keisuke found his teeth clenching. "Despite being so beat up, he's very good looking. That angry face he's making doesn't detract much from his great facial structure."

Dropping down beside Takumi the man began extensive prodding, stroking, and poking as Takumi glared at him. Unable to stop the other man from violating him, Keisuke could hear the furious animalistic growl rising from deep in Takumi's chest.

Gai rocked back on his heels and looked up at Tung Tzu. "His body's very well formed with great muscle tone. He's got a beautiful package, and firm ass. Bet he'll make the onnas coo if he's put to stud in that setting. He'll also be popular if he gets stationed in a slut house that specializes in male clientele. Fujiwara will probably do better as a seme if he's servicing men. It'll take a lot of work to get him comfortable with an uke role, but once he's broken, Fujiwara could knock Sadami off the top stud slot. Honestly, I think he'll be very popular anywhere Kahori sama decides to send him."

"Exactly my thought about his potential. Kahori sama plans to use him in video production, the same as you. How do you like that news, Gai?"

"Guess that means I'll be training him. When do you want to start, Tung Tzu sama?" Gai asked without any visible expression shift to give away his thoughts.

"Today. You'll evaluate his abilities to perform his duties first." Tung Tzu answered.

Gai nodded in agreement. "As you wish. Nani do you want me to evaluate first?"

"Fellatio is a mainstay of the industry. Let's start his evaluation with that."

"Understood." Gai rose from his crouch and moved closer to Takumi's face. "Let's get this show over with, shall we? I have several scenes to shoot this afternoon for Kahori sama, so I'm kind of short on time, Fujiwara kun."

Harsh brilliant green dominated Takumi's eyes as he stared up at the man looming over him. Keisuke knew that the stranger was clueless about how dangerous his situation was, and felt marginally sorry for Gai as he pushed his flaccid dick toward Takumi's lips. Keisuke winced when moments later Takumi' latched onto the dangling flesh and Gai began screaming. Spitting the bleeding flesh from his mouth, Takumi smirked as Gai fell back holding himself. Collapsing, Gai writhed on the tiny bit of concrete available as Takeuchi's cot flipped over half on top of him.

Tung Tzu's curses filled the courtroom as Keisuke found his lips curving into a smirk. 'Trust Takumi to make his opinion about getting forced into anything he doesn't want to do very clear. Kami sama, I love him. Now I know he didn't give an inch anywhere without one hell of a fight.' Keisuke thought smugly as he watched the well dressed overseer drag the hapless Gai from their cell.

The furious overseer returned with a bucket in his hand, several flat canes poking over the rim. "For biting Gai, Itsuke kun will receive twenty lashes, Fujiwara. You've demonstrated quite clearly that pain does nothing to curb your behavior. Let's see how callous you'll remain when your best friend is your whipping boy! Give Itsuke a good thrashing, Doi."

The guard drew one of the flat lengths of cane from the bucket which visibly dripped as it came free. Without hesitation the guard slammed the wet bamboo across Takeuchi's stretched out shoulders with obvious strength. A shocked yelp from Takeuchi set Takumi into another furious battle against his restraints. More loud rhythmic cracks of the cane against Takeuchi's skin ripped through the speakers as the prone man's back jumped and shuddered with each delivered blow. Red welts were already rising to the surface as Keisuke's vision shifted from Takumi's useless struggles. He shivered in sympathy over Takeuchi's losing battle to keep from screaming over the pain he felt. Legs collapsing after twelve strikes, Takeuchi's shoulders showed the heavy strain of holding all of his weight while his rib cage elongated. His constant grunt laced whine filled the speakers of the darkened courtroom.

The guard dumped the flat cane rod back into the bucket and stepped back from his victim to cross his arms over his broad chest again. Keisuke could hear Takeuchi's soft sobs as Tung Tzu glared at Takumi. "Now, shall we try again? Perhaps you'll be obedient after seeing for yourself exactly how your dear friend will suffer if you resist orders again." Turning toward the cell opening where Yet Kwai sat looking at the ground with determination, Tung Tzu snapped something in Chinese. The girl leapt to her feet and fled.

With another short commentary, the video was set on fast forward. Another nude man entered the cell and the video slowed to normal time. Keisuke watched the same scene unfolding. Blinded by rage, Takumi seemed incapable of comprehending that Tung Tzu would have Takeuchi beaten a second time. Screaming that he wouldn't cheat on him, Takumi refused to obey. Once again he bit the cock that was insistently thrust into his face. Again, Takeuchi was caned. Keisuke found himself appalled by the level of abuse Takeuchi was given. Thirty lashes were dispensed with a heavy hand. Takeuchi's agonized shrieks filled the courtroom. Takumi's face gave poignant proof that he was suffering from hearing his heart's brother's screams.

Yet again, Tung Tzu called a nude man into the cell. This one twisted Keisuke's guts when he saw the disturbing smile that he wore on his lips as Tung Tzu pushed some kind of gadget into Takumi's ass while his legs were chained so he had no way of protecting himself. He played with his own dick as he listened to Tung Tzu giving Takumi the same order he had given twice before. This time, with a mutinous scowl, Takumi did as he was told.

Hearing this man's vulgar comments about pain not bothering him in the least, Keisuke's heart sank. The threat of having his cock bitten seemed to please this man. He instructed Takumi on how to give a blow job as he threatened Takeuchi's well being. Although Takumi's wrists jerked hard against his shackles, he obviously refrained from biting the newest man evaluating him. After several minutes Takumi's torment ended when the man grunted and drug his dick out of Takumi's mouth. The shuddering disgust on Takumi's face spoke eloquently of the man having ejaculated in his mouth. Tung Tzu bent over his prone form and began manipulating the dildo he had strapped into place earlier. Takumi's back bowed as Tung Tzu continued to repeat the phrase, "lewd is so lovely" in a hypnotic sounding voice. Unable to escape, Takumi twitched as Tung Tzu jerked him off. Pulling the dildo from Takumi's limp body, Tung Tzu escorted the other slave from the cell. Doi released Takeuchi and dumped him on the cot once it was righted. As the cell door clanged shut, Takumi slid to the side of his small cot pulling his restrained shoulder badly as he vomited on the concrete floor.

Once more the images were placed on fast forward. Keisuke felt as if his world were collapsing as he watched the unfolding nightmare that had engulfed Takumi and Itsuke's waking existence for three weeks. Every time anyone entered the cell, the video slowed to real time. Watching as Itsuke was tied repeatedly to the bars and beaten to coerce Takumi into obedience for even the most simplistic tasks hurt Keisuke almost as much as he knew it had hurt Takumi. Seeing so much footage of Takumi forced to give blow jobs to various men irritated Keisuke, yet also relieved him. He had feared much worse.

Tung Tzu brought other men into the cell. Keisuke watched as the vicious Chinaman grabbed Takumi's drug induced arousal and twisted hard. Takumi screamed too loudly for him to make out the things Tung Tzu was saying as he forced Takumi back onto the cot where a guard could fasten his raw wrist to the wall. Itsuke was bound to the cell bars so he could not interfere. Doi's familiar face was missing among the leering trio of men that were crowding around Takumi this time. When Tung Tzu released Takumi's manhood he stepped back with the hypnotically pitched words, "Lewd is so Lovely, Fujiwara kun. Let's see how lewd you can really be."

Keisuke's hand came up to clamp over his mouth as one of the big men unfastened his pants and pulled out his dick. A few strokes had him hard enough to manage raping Takumi. Senda's arm wrapping around his shoulder kept Keisuke from leaping out of his chair and rushing out of the room. Although his lover tried to struggle, Takumi was too far gone on the drug that he was being force fed by Tung Tzu and Doi. Otherwise he staunchly refused to touch food or water. Keisuke watched in horrified fascination as the man grabbed Takumi's freed leg and forced them apart, tugging Takumi's captive hips up at an angle and sinking between his thighs. Takumi's furious bellow as he sought to twist out and kick with his free leg was foiled by the other two men helping subdue him.

Keisuke could see the tears streaking Itsuke's cheeks as he kept his eyes open for fear of getting another vicious caning if he disobeyed the orders he had been given by one of the three men. Trapped with his arms bound to the cell bars, there was nothing he could do to help Takumi. Their gloating conversation pumped through the speakers as Keisuke tried to contain his own impotent rage. The trio discussed their revenge for Takumi having beaten the crap out of them the week before in graphic terms. Each hard thrust that filled the screen while shoving Takumi's scalp ever harder against the concrete bricks made Keisuke angrier, and much sicker. Takumi's voice got hoarser as his curses began to fade from the strain of screaming them at his rapists.

Unable to do anything for Takumi, Keisuke's ears continued to hammer the truth home as he dropped his face into his hands while leaning forward to try and keep from losing his breakfast. He gulped air and swallowed reflexively as the vile conversation and noises of Takumi's anguished degradation tore through him. How long he sat there as the nightmare scenes were presented, one after another Keisuke was unsure. It was a distinctive relief when Senda removed his hand from his back and spoke. "Keisuke kun, their taking a break. Let's get you outside for some fresh air."

Numbed to the core, Keisuke followed the white haired old man out of the rapidly emptying courtroom. He discovered how shaken he was by the way his knees threatened to buckle as they headed toward a side door. Senda tugged him into a small courtyard with a tree and other plants situated inside of a sitting ring. The old man pulled a cigarette out of his suit jacket and thrust it into his hand. "Have a cigarette. I'm sure you need it after all of that."

He stepped away once Keisuke managed to get it lit. Watching his progress with little comprehension, Keisuke took several deep hits of nicotine into his lungs. A moment later Senda returned with a bottle of water which he thrust into his other hand. "Drink up. It will help you keep from getting sick, Keisuke."

"Nothing can help me after seeing something like that, Senda san."

Senda sat next to him with a soft sigh. "It's not easy to see something like that, Keisuke. However, if you can't find the courage to endure seeing the videos, how are you going to help your significant other to overcome the trauma he experienced the way you told Tatsuhiko and myself that you plan to?"

Staring at the water bottle in his shaking hand, Keisuke answered softly. "I haven't the faintest idea of how I can help Takumi after seeing that. . . . Kami-sama, I doubt anyone can find the answer to helping Takumi after seeing that. Nothing I've ever seen prepared me for this. Now I understand Takumi refusing to tell me about his and Itsuke kun's confrontation the day before yesterday. They must have talked about his being raped so brutally."

"I'll be given the final written transcriptions we're viewing today before I leave this afternoon. Do you want a copy of it also? You did mention that Fujiwara has holes in his memory. If nothing else you can confirm or deny more things as his memory continues to return. Being drugged like that accounts for much of his difficulty in healing, Keisuke. It's possible that knowing the truth can help him to recover faster. It could also make things worse for him if you do share this more detailed version of the transcripts."

Looking up at the white haired old man, Keisuke found himself thinking of everything Takeuchi had been forced to see. "Senda san? . . . Would you mind protecting Takeuchi's privacy also? I'll pick up the tab for protecting him too. He's Takumi's surrogate onīsan so it would probably help Takumi feel better if he knew that Itsuke's abuse won't get leaked to the press in the future."

"If that's how you wish to proceed, I can arrange for a gag order on anything that happened to him where Takumi isn't actively involved."

"Domo, Senda san. I really appreciate this. After seeing how hellish it was for him to watch Takumi suffering like that, I owe him for all the misery I failed to prevent. He was only kidnaped because of Takumi. Now I understand his meaning when he said he was used as a weapon against Takumi in that place. It makes sense that he's so screwed up."

Keisuke took another healthy series of puffs from the cigarette Senda had given him while listening to the older man. "It's a shame that they suffered such a terrible experience. Yet you saved them from a far worse fate, Keisuke. Never forget that. You found the strength and allies needed to save them both. I believe you'll find the strength necessary to help your spouse, and Takeuchi Itsuke to recover from their ordeal. Give it some time, musuko. You'll get them both through this if you can keep an open mind, and trust in Kami sama."

Looking into the wizened face of his grandfather's life long friend, Keisuke murmured, "I hope your right, Senda san."

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As the Smoke Clears #4 in Rivalry Series