Rin was a good child. Loyal, obedient and trusting of and to her guardian. An innocent, if somewhat clumsy soul to whom the many terrors and tribulations of the world were rendered as little more than inconveniences in the face of her beloved mentor, guide, and protector.

Sesshomaru.

He was the opposite kind of creature, murderous, rapacious, elegant... cruel. In both name and nature, cruelty he exemplified, save with the singular exception of his childish companion. He loved her like he loved nothing else in this world. And he knew that even her innocence could never protect her forever from the darkness which was his true dwelling place. But he also knew that whatever she became, whether she recoiled in horror from him or embraced him still ignoring what he truly was, that she would never break. It was the supple durability of her spirit, battered and beaten but never, not even in death, broken which drove him to her.

This was why, when the first time that he had brought home with him a woman to satisfy his demonic hungers, that he had expected a far different reaction to what he was dealt. Realistically he knew that he could have done the deed elsewhere, out of her sight, out of the way to keep her from possibility of turning against him, but Sesshomaru was a proud creature, hiding his nature a thing as foreign to him as flight was to the vast majority of fish in the ocean.

“Sesshomaru?” she asked, innocent eyes gazing with pity upon the naked female form huddled against the wall sobbing, “What are you going to do with her?”

It was not often that the demon dog would speak, much less explain his actions, but Rin was a unique case. She was a special precious thing to him, she worshiped him as the parent, a father, whom she had never known, and a creature closer to him than any other being had ever come.

“This Sesshomaru nears his time. The woman is here to relieve his hungers,” he spoke, the calm clear and heavy tones of his voice echoing about the chamber. The woman curled tightly into a ball, her sobs covering the room. She was a young thing, not much more than 4 or 5 summers greater than his own charge.

To his surprise, Rin did not flinch from his announcement, instead the nine year old girl moved over to embrace her trusted protector.

“Will she suffer?” the little girl whispered, remembering from long in her past the day of her death. The cries of wolves as they tortured and savaged the living about her, before one sharp nose would find her, tearing her throat and leaving her another casualty of the raid.

Knowing despite knowing her history, Sesshomaru could not lie to his most precious creature.

“Yes. She will suffer. She will suffer and she will scream, she will cry, and she will die. For me to live as more than just a thing of spirit, she will donate to me her flesh, pain and soul,” she would be the prize meat sustaining the hunter at the end of the hunt. He ran his pristine clawed fingers though the little one’s hair. Her acceptance calmed him greatly, the hunter’s spirit crying out its hunger to devour the morsel before him. Both of their eye settled focus upon the article in question.

In Rin’s mind the woman was already dead; any sacrifice required for her precious Sesshomaru would be acceptable.

“Let me watch,” Sesshomaru’s normal static expression cracked momentarily from the surprise of her request, “Let me see everything of Sesshomaru-sama,” she pleaded, anything to bring her closer to her, father, protector, beloved.

Sesshomaru considered it briefly, looking down at the quivering mass of flesh which he had brought along. The distasteful task of painfully disassembling the wretched creature would bring him no joy, only the fleeting satisfaction of hungers dispatched. Almost he refused Rin, though not in his nature to hide, the thought of her sitting through what he was about to carry out made him doubt himself for the moment. But in the end, a combination of intimate care, and a certain inscrutable arrogance which was the very definition of his existence would cause him to nod his head in slow agreement. The child had seen him at his best, her shining savior in time of need, a creature never to be doubted. She had also seen him in the murky depths of the battlefield wading his way through blood of countless enemies, rending tearing and searing their flesh and bone with poison, claw, and blade.

But now, she would see the worst most private side of him. This he did not mind so much as before, confident in her flexible strength.

The woman before them quivered in fear, never really listening or grasping the conversation. She had been the daughter of a rich lord, never harmed in anyway, and always treated with the reverence of her high position in life. But in an instant that had been stripped away when the powerful yokai with the crescent marking upon his forehead barged into her father’s estate, slaying all men who dared stray into his path as he cut his way straight into her quarters. His cold eyes brushed away her pleading gaze, when he picked her up from the floor of her room. By the neck he half dragged her, kicking and screaming from the estate into the middle of the property where all could see her misfortune. After the massacre of the others, not a man there dared to move against the creature. Many wishing desperately that they had not sent the wondering priest on his way, those days ago.

“Strip,” he told her in a hushed tone, venom dripping from claws unto the paved stones, eating holes in them easily. Fear dictated her actions from that point on, as she removed all of the trappings of civilization which had adorned her beautiful body. Standing naked as she was before the entire helpless castle, she grew red with shame. But her abuse had only begun.

“Are you a virgin?” the cold creature asked, not a bit of passion or delight in its words. When she nodded to the affirmative it walked away, a movement which brought her some hope of escaping its vile attentions. But no such luck would prevail, as the beast came back a moment later with a large thick branch, as long as a boken and twice as wide as the hilt. Menacingly it approached her once more, staring down at the fearful princess it brought the stick down, striking her buttocks fiercely, then colliding the stick sickly with her stomach. The day’s contents of it emptied. Then as a final indignity, it grabbed her roughly by the ankles, hoisting her into the air exposing completely her neither regions, and then put the stick to its true purpose, deflowering her virgin cunt. In and Out he pumped the implement of her embarrassment, causing her to moan and shriek in pain as it ripped and tore her dry insides.

At that moment, many of the remaining castle guards finally lost it, seeing their princess so abused put flame to their bellies. The ensuing slaughter could never even be called a battle as each man was slain with but the flicker of a single trailing whip-like thread, hanging loosely from the demon’s finger. More than one of the slaughtered men fell into bloody pieces upon the squirming, screaming woman whom they had tried to save, burying her in entrails and splattering her with gore, bits of brain running down into her face from within her hair. But the last of the men were the worst, as the demon drew his sword with the other hand, Bakusaiga she would not know that it was called, and cut them with single simple strokes which were in themselves non-lethal. But the corruption of their flesh would prove that there was nothing ‘non-lethal’ about it. In agony they would scream and twist, their flesh falling away in chunks as the swords corruptive essence penetrated their mortal tissue, ending them in maddening agony. The young woman could no longer even scream at the powerful horror which she could barely any longer feel. Taking this as cue that he had completed the first stage of his feeding ritual, Sesshomaru picked up the now catatonic woman and leapt off to his home.

He had needed to do that, to torture her and scar her psyche in preparation for the ritual. The dichotomy of her powerful status, and her reduction before the eyes of her people would deal powerful shattering blows to her possible resistance, forcing her to become a far more nutritious meal when the time came. This amid her screams; pleased the hunter within him greatly, though the rational part of his mind abhorred the very concept of having to dirty his hands upon the human for his sustenance. Now she sat there upon his floor, the half-dried blood having been washed away by a simple dunking or two in a nearby river. Hungrily he looked upon her and longed to carve as much pain as possible into her flesh.

This naked longing registered to the child, she was not a creature foreign to the lusts of men. It had not been an easy life before she’d met her lord. Being an orphan left her with no outlet by which to stop abuses which had been placed upon her, of any nature. With a sudden motion, her beloved guardian scooped up the woman, beckoning his ward to follow them into his chamber. Once inside, the woman was deposited unceremoniously unto the bed, her reddened skin flushed in a combination of fear, embarrassment and still throbbing pain... she knew what he wished to do with her. With an outstretched palm, the demon lord struck her. The first blows had been light, across the cheeks, ass, breasts, and the outer lips of her vulva, painful stinging blows, but nothing violent in the extreme. But the blows rained on, never stopping even once as she writhed in desperate discomfort. Soon even the lightest blows had the woman begging for reprieve, the light slaps having developed into full handed blows which rocked her sensitive parts black and blue and eventually would bring her to black out completely. Rin watched on carefully, her lord was methodical, and mechanical in his motions, careful never to break skin as he worked his way around the most sensitive surfaces of the woman’s body. As he continued to rain down blow after blow upon the woman, Rin would come to notice a bulge in his front, the significance of which she was well aware.

Eventually the raining blows ended as Sesshomaru grew restless. He wanted to fuck the bitch, his hunger for her emotional responses at war with his sensibilities. To stick himself in the unclean creature would be a distasteful task, but it would go a long way towards easing the hungers which drove him on, to mentally and physically hurt the woman before him. However he did not count upon the understanding of his charge as to what he was about to do.

Reaching down to the woman’s abused cunt, he pulled back the hood to her clitoris, twisting the nerve bundle with a cruel abandon. Harshly she screamed, his mouth descended upon her right breast, sucking then eventually biting, blood being drawn as he lightly sawed his powerful teeth though the nipple in the slowest, most deliberate, and most painful manner in which he could. As he did these things, Sesshomaru felt the small hands of his charge, wrestling with the materials of his hakama. A slight ghost of a frown caressed his face, was she disturbed by his actions and trying to get his attention?

A glance downward assuaged such thoughts. His little one seemed surprisingly to have far different thoughts to stopping him in mind. Her small hands fumbled clumsily with the billowing white pants but instead of, as he had believed, it being a tug to gain attention it was an attempt to gain access. Rin knew how to please a man, a skill which a lone orphaned girl quickly picked up, whether or not she liked it. Almost every night was spent in the company of men, passed about as their favourite plaything. Luckily for her they never went out of their way to else wise bring her harm, preferring that their favoured whore be simply kept in conditions which would aspire her to nothing better or worse than being a willing hole. With one final tug she managed to loose the sash from about his waist, allowing the hakama to droop enough to finally lower it. Beneath that Sesshomaru wore nothing, his bared alabaster skin almost gleaming where the light touched it, illuminating his masculinity to her eager eyes.

Before now, she did not know if her skills would be applicable to her lord. But here she was, his erecting member lifting its somber hooded head before her. Gently peeling back the foreskin with her lips, then she ran her tongue along the underside, searching just beneath its lightly weeping head for the spot which was most sensitive before taking the entire tip into her mouth, bathing it with gentle caresses with her small tongue and suckling its salt flavour. With a gentle persistence Rin worked, warping one hand about his member rubbing it up and down with vigour while the other hand sought out his testicles, playing with the sack in the manner which she had been taught. Sesshomaru grunted in pleasure, one hand straying from his work to caress his charges head as she blew him for all that she was worth.

Their eyes met as Rin gazed upward, seeking his approval as her mouth formed a vacuum around his glands. There was a naked lust which was stoked in his eyes, a fire the likes of which she had never before witnessed in her guardian, a fire which made her shiver and shake with her own reciprocated desire to please. Desperately Sesshomaru was at a loss. His charge whom he loved dearly was attached to his penis performing acts of orally induced pleasure. He loved it. He loved her. He wanted more... but to do so would hurt her. So instead he chose to hurt another.

The woman ached everywhere, the sharp sting of claws embedded beneath the flesh of her right arm, adding further discomforts to the bruises which painted her all over especially in her most intimate regions. A green glow accompanied his invasive touch as he leaked venom into her blood stream. Cruelty was both his name and nature, and in this nature he was well equip, with flesh melting venoms of all forms he could bring the strongest to their knees... and or with venoms like this one which this time would force the prey into wakefulness, intensify the perceptions of pain while the enforced consciousness continued. One a cruelty to the strong, melting away their power, the other a cruelty to the weak giving them an endurance which they would not desire. The woman would find no rest again, until her final desecration. And even death would not end her torments.

With an eager tenderness he caressed the woman’s fingers, rolling about her hand in his own, tracing slow outlines of each one and letting his nail tickle against her palm as his charge continued to please him. Then with a serpentine swiftness, he plucked the nail from her smallest finger. Her startled cry was only the beginning. With this act he began in earnest, taking each finger of her hand and wrenching the nail from the bed root, leaving each finger a tender mess. Then in each of the destroyed nail beds he would trace his claws, squeezing them painfully as he could... then breaking the fingers each and every one. Index finger bent too far back, the middle finger too far forward, the next one ripped all the way out while the pinky hung a useless pulped mess. Slowly he repeated the process upon the other hand, then grabbing her by the wrists, snapped the bones of her forearms so that they would jut out jagged though her skin. With a nod in consideration of his work, Sesshomaru would ball his hand into a fist, and with just enough force to jolt her, land a powerful blow into her gut. Again his fist lashed out, striking not only his victims flesh but this time coming down upon the thick bone of the upper thigh, cracking straight through, the immense pain generated would compound as the beating continued on. The woman’s screaming had yet to stop as she felt every blow tenfold anything which she had felt before, a thanks to the venom.

Rin continued to suckle his throbbing thickness, her working rhythm accompanied by the screams and moans of the tortured woman before her lord. For her the only things which existed were her lord’s moans and the thick meat which he provided between her wet lips. The woman was an inconsequential detail. Rin had lost track of the time but she continued with her service bobbing up and down the shaft eventually to be finally be rewarded with the bitter salt treat of male expulsion, accompanied by a subdued grunt echoing within his throat. From her lord, she savored it.

“Rin, do you wish to help further?” He asked, knowing already the answer. Gently his charge nodded affirmation.

With but a returned nod in acknowledgment the Dai-youkai would move onto the bed, next to his victim, beckoning his child conspirator to do the same. Once there he would guild the little one gently until her breath bathed the victim’s neithers with its warmth. It didn’t take long for Rin to get the idea, putting her mouth to work upon the dry folds of the woman’s depths. Sesshomaru on the other hand had taken up residence at the woman’s back entrance forcing himself with rough precision though her hole. Without care he ripped her bloody, roughly slamming into the now slick hole with ruthless abandon. In a mixture of pleasure and pain the woman would cry out, hot tears slicking her face as the tenderness to the front simply amplified the brutality of what was happening behind. The cracks in her pelvic bones screamed. She burned with pain as both the venom forced her to feel in detail not only how the brutal fucking behind was ruining her further, but every welt cut and splinter in her vaginal lips being worked over with a gentle little tongue.

“Rin,” his voice commanded without sign of strain, “bite her.”

The effect was immediate. Rin did not hesitate to follow her lord’s orders, bringing sharp teeth to bare upon the woman’s tender vulva lips. It added satisfyingly to the screams and whimpers which she produced, as Rin would bite and chew her flesh raw eventually working her way over to the clitoris with deep terrible marks being left in the vulva as she eagerly chewed it up. Once at her target, the little one would begin, first biting it with her incisors then chewing upon its soft surface. The woman writhed in agony. Along with her relentless assault, Rin grew curious. This was the only the second time she had been in such close contact with another woman, and this time with almost unlimited license to act on her curiosities. Thus without asking, Rin began to feel about within the walls of her victim’s well abused vagina as she chewed away at the unlucky woman’s clit, her small slim hand finding it easy enough to slip into the initial slit until her fingers met resistance. The welts and bruises from Sesshomaru’s humiliations had been broken open by her activities, red blood flowing down the walls in what would be a bit more than a trickle. Eagerly she worked at the loosened muscles guarding the womb entrance after she managed to fit more and more of her hand into the filled space in sudden jerks. Sesshomaru’s stick had done much to ensure it would never be comfortably snug for any small objects again. Rin’s arm entered, deeper and deeper as she attempted to get it as far in as possible, the entire exercise having become little more than a game to her. Though never once had she abandoned her chewing of the sensitive lower parts of the woman in earnest. Soon the youth was pumping her arm, in and out, in and out, in a steady rhythm, her hand finally reaching the farther most inner wall. The savage intensity of her filled anal and vaginal cavities caused the woman to shriek and struggle pitifully, restrained of course from doing any harm to Rin with her still intact legs, she had become wet sometime during Rin’s pumping despite the constant pain of her most sensitive parts being used as a chew toy. She cursed her body at its betrayal. The demon’s venom worked well.

Powerful orgasms racked her abused body, her cunt twisting about in fluttering knots around Rin’s delicate arm and the demons thickness which lay buried hilt deep in her ass would too feel the benefits of her spasming musculature. Pleasure mixed in with pain to magnify the shame and violation which she felt, the brutal rape forcing her psyche to crack under the pressure of the horrific situation. But she would find no respite in madness, for even then the venom worked to keep her in the proper state of mind, where pain would most keenly be felt and reacted to, she would crack and crack into the finest of pieces, without the retreat of madness to save her breaking psyche. Her ass continued to be fucked for what seemed like ages, until the demon’s warm seed filled her to the brim.

Having had his fill of her asshole for the moment, Sesshomaru would remove himself as painfully as he had entered. A bloody mixture of his copious sperm and her own leavings were left to drip from her. This mixture of inevitable result disgusted the demon, who would grab the woman by a fistful of her lovely black hair. With a sudden violent fist to the face he lightly pounded her in petty vengeance for having sullied him. Then with a grim satisfied grin began to pluck one by one, wrenching them painfully as possible, her teeth, some of which had broken in the impact of his fist. Once done he gently moved his charge away from her job of abusing the whore’s cunt then pulled the now toothless face down to clean the mess which dripped from his genitalia. Shoving himself roughly down into her lips, he would force her to comply and suck the excesses from his member or suffer a chocking spluttering struggle, one she could not win.

Once she was done, he would force her to use the sheets and clean the rest of it from her bottom, her shattered fore arms and broken fingered hands useless in getting the job done without ever greater pains. At one point she gave up refusing to carry on, Sesshomaru quickly disabused her of this notion, pressing one slender claw into the delicate flesh of her armpit, finding one of the sensitive nerve endings there and massaging it painfully. She soon gave in, trading lesser pain for his trained torturer’s touch. His delicate nose wrinkling slightly from the distasteful mess which she attempted to clean up the worst of, work though the debilitating pain. Rin thought little of it, herself having lived in what her guardian would consider abject squalor for most of her life. Humiliation boiled and simmered in the degraded woman, the sharp pains of her body made all too clear by the demon’s bolstering venom.

When she had finished, the woman allowed herself to collapse, the keen pains of her various wounds mounting themselves to become imprinted upon her psyche. But the lord demon was far from done with her. Picking her up by the neck he would nod dispassionately and without so much as a warning, land a blow across her collar bones with enough force to shatter them into bloody spikes sticking out from her body. Screams of protest and pain served to let known her views on this most current harm inflicted upon her. But this would be the least of things to come.

Wanting her to simmer in anticipation of the next acts, he leaned over, his mouth to her ear.

“You will be skinned alive now,” he spoke, his voice breaching all thoughts of pain and igniting a renewal of her struggles. With a nod to himself he reached over and painfully dislocated each limb, arm and leg, leaving her unable to do much more than move her toes with any reliability.

Flipping her over onto her face Sesshomaru would begin the process, one strong arm keeping her struggles to a minimum while the other made a skin deep incision. A lime green venom dripped this time from his claws as he began to work at removing the skin, trying his hardest to do so in one whole sheet. Yellow fat burned away under his touch, freeing skin from muscle with a certain ease, while leaving flayed woman to scream in abject agony. His work was slow and methodical, an absolute of mechanical efficiency as he cut and peeled the skin away, his venom working not only to help loose it from its bonds, but to keep her from bleeding to death as he worked. He still had one more use for the whore after this ordeal was over. Though the entire thing Rin watched fascinated by the pain which played its way across the victim’s face, then once Sesshomaru had made his way through skinning the woman’s lower regions, avoiding for now her vagina and asshole, he would allow his charge free reign to do as she pleased with those areas. The child was delighted to continue her playing with the woman’s lower lips, making out in an obscene parody of adult kisses which she had seen in some of Kagome’s manga. Where her hands bushed against the thighs, now nude of skin and red of muscle, the flesh would bruise and bleed lightly, leaving sticky trails of blood on her hands. When she noticed Rin would simply lick them off, the copper taste of blood not unfamiliar to her either thanks to many a meal eaten raw in her youth.

When he was finished, the woman was but a red shadow of her former self, the bald thin muscles no longer beneath a sheath of skin as she whimpered prettily. Seeing how his charge seemed entranced with the whole cloth leather skin, he would simply give it to her to do with as she pleased. Rin grinned widely at her guardian, thinking of how to cure the skin like she had done before to animal skins in the village of her birth. The sensation of burning pain coursed throughout her broken body. But the woman’s torments were far from over. Five claws dug deeply into her back, allowing the demon purchase as he picked her up one handed like a rag doll, their time in the recreational room over. Carefully he drug her over to a room which seemed a cross between a torture chamber and a personal kitchen. A fire roared in the nearby oven and meat hooks hung about the room, many never cleaned of the old blood which encrusted their metal. On one such hook he impaled her tender shoulder, the weight of her own body making it hard to breathe. But she would not need to breathe much longer.

Silently he moved to the oven, ensuring that it had been heated correctly, and that the spike studded straps with which he would secure her to the waiting platter of thin metal, continued to be themselves secure. It would not do for her to roll directly into the fire and cook unevenly. Painfully he ripped her down from the metal hook, then in a single motion dropped her unceremoniously onto the prepared platter, fastening the wickedly studded straps across her throat, torso and legs. All that was left to the young woman were bitter sobs of pain and frustration mingling with the last of her hoarse screams. Inside the evil heat of the oven she would feel nothing but endless agony, the venom within her not only keeping her aware of every nuance of her pain, but keeping it fresh and new in her mind so that she could not at all grow accustomed to her torment.

But in between the pain, there lay a final hope. A vague notion unshaped by word, a hope that this would be the end. But this was not to be. For even as she cooked, sizzling prettily upon the metal platter, even as her very lungs burned with the hell hot air of the oven... she was not fading... she was not dying. The venom was much more than simply a physical thing. It bound her soul to the ruminants of her flesh, forcing the two to be bound until final destruction should come. Thus she suffered. And suffered, and suffered and suffered. What pains should have long struck her dead, she was forced to weather anew, over and over and over again.

After several hours, well-cooked within the flames, she would be removed for the final service. Rin insisted to be there, to share this meal with him. She was a good daughter to him. The scent of cooked meat wafted through the air, as Sesshomaru removed the tortured remnants of the woman’s body from the fierce heat. For Rin he would carve out the woman’s loins, genitals and puckered asshole all as a single strip of delicate meat. Then reaching over to her head, would remove the dead eyes from their sockets, adding them to his little one’s feast. With little fuss he would break open the dead woman’s jaw, her tongue swollen tight, and rip said organ from its resting place, adding the delicate meat of the muscle to Rin’s plate of goodies. The bound pain racked spirit of the young woman tried its hardest to scream out, but the morbid feast carried on without such noise, the death of her flesh having sealed away her ability to manipulate her body... leaving her only able to feel without reaction.

Finally he watched lovingly as his little one ate, a slightly messy meal it was, but she cleared every piece, starting with the severed cunt lips and asshole which she licked and sucked thoroughly before ripping pieces from them. The severed tongue was eaten next, as she chewed upon its textured surface vigorously enjoying the elastic quality of the meat. She fiddled with the eyes for a while, else wise full from the other meaty snacks with which she had been gifted, then finally gulped them both down, pleased to have finished the course which her guardian had set before her. Sesshomaru felt the trill of satisfaction, what would usually be a joyless exercise in torturous submission had been given an added flavor to an else wise joyless exercise. One which it was time that he finished.

Stretching his jaws wide, he would begin, cooked flesh separating easily from bone as he ravaged the rest of his victim, and growing more bestial as he ate his way into her chest cavity. With and easy gulp he removed her heart, its stillness a compliment to the silence of the room. As he ate her, his own blood sang out, downing the memories of his cruelty carved into her flesh and offering the bound helpless spirit a new residence. The vile brutality of her death should have created a wondering spirit, a creature of spite and violence, eternally willing to share its torments with all other things that live. It should have, but it did not. What would happen instead would be that her wounded soul would become trapped, its essence devoured as it would be forced forever to relive every horror inflicted upon it in freshness for ever more, as its spirit melted and nourished the demon for some time to come.

With the finished corpse reduced to little more than skeletal remains, Sesshomaru would call over his young charge to sit in his naked lap. Joyfully she skipped over to take her place atop him, her small behind grinding itself against his hardness. A few left over scoops of well cooked brain still steamed within the cracked skull. He fed her these scraps by his own hand, ever so often stopping to make out with her for extended periods of time. His hands roamed her, her ass, her pussy, her full belly, all satisfying to the touch. For now there would be little more than touching until she had grown enough to handle other activities. Today his little one had proven how deeply bound she was to him... and for such a bond, he could wait. The short years of human maturity would come. Looking down in to her eyes, he then caressed her cheek with his tongue as she giggled innocently away. A deep kiss allowing them to share the last pieces of tender brain meat.

“Sesshomaru-sama?” she asked with innocent eager eyes alight, “When are we going to do this again? It was fun!”

The Lord among demons merely smiled.