Monster

DISCLAIMER: yes i have a minor doing unminorly things (unminorly?) that doesn't mean that it's right, nor am I encouraging such behavior.

These are my charaters, they all came from my little brain so please don't be mean and steal them. If you want to use them ask, chances are I'll let you, (so long as I am acredited for them) so please be considerate and ask. Although I'm sure you could make better ones yourself *shrug*

This is my first sexy story YAY! So please bear with me, i'm up for any CONSTRUCTIVE critisism or comments (no flaming plz) or requests from readers even.

Thank you and enjoy!
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Kari sat alone in the dark cell, the creature of fear before her beckoned her forward with a malicious grin pulling at his thousand year old lips. But this wasn’t the beginning, no; she had stumbled upon her new keeper like a weak blind kitten and was now locked with him.

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“Kari fucking give it here!”

Master Kazaki yelled at her for the hundredth time that morning. She was used to it by now, but he wasn’t. She sighed heavily and handed him her bladed spear.

“You take it in your hand like this and RELAX your wrist. This is the last time I’m going to tell you.”

“Yes Master Kazaki.”

Yes Master Kazaki, yes Master Kazaki, she could hang herself if she had to address him as such again. She took back his briskly offered weapon as she attempted the move again. She heard him sigh as she began. No, not this day. She failed yet another day and yet another exam, fail, fail, fail, fail, fail. She was good at doing badly; it was the only thing she WAS good at. Many of her classmates were orphans or children sent to learn the ways of the Soriki as their mothers and fathers before them, most could fight, most could excel and learn quickly the three hundred and forty two ways to skin a human being. But Kari could not, Kari didn’t wish to, not everyone was born to kill.

“Go find something to do Kari, and stay out of trouble. Gods know you’re terrible for stepping into deep shit. I have to go turn in your report.”

He left her alone, just the way she liked it. Alone was good, no people to better her in combat, no people to take advantage of her weakness and unwillingness to merge with her fellow classmates.

She stood stupidly for a moment before her gaze fell to a patch of shade under a large oak tree. The summer heat was beating down onto her shoulders mercilessly; the cool shade would be a godsend. Her eyes then wandered cautiously to the small match arena, which sat dangerously close to the welcoming shade. The arena was surrounded today; several students were battling each other again. She furrowed her brown as she weighed her decision carefully. She could possibly sit under the tree and not draw attention to herself, the other students wouldn’t notice her if she kept to herself and no one would want to make a spectacle of her with the arena battles going on.

Slowly, she walked over to the beckoning shade and gazed at the students who were cheering for their favorite fighters. She snorted at their behavior. It was foolish; it was all so very foolish. They had no enemy to fight so they tear apart their classmates, she didn’t understand the drive they had for violence.

One male student glanced her way as she quickly diverted her eyes from his. No attention, don’t look and draw attention you idiot! She was weak, they all knew they were better than her; they all knew she was fun to kick and punch and torment. Her gazer turned from her but gave a malicious smile to his friend beside him before they began to watch the battle again.

Kari tensed; she knew something was to be sprung on her and so refrained from closing her eyes and relishing in the cool shade, much as her eyes longed for her to do so. She looked nervously to where her Master had gone, wishing he would return to her. When he was there they didn’t touch her, but if he left her for too long it was like they smelled her out and cornered her, in fear for her life until the return of her Master. She looked back to the crowd; fear crept into her belly as she noticed the sudden absence of the boy who had looked at her and his friend he had grinned at.

A small rustle behind her was all the warning she had as she quickly dodged the rounding fist, which slammed into the tree missing its target. Her assailant cried out, drawing attention from all those who had been watching the arena fight.

*No...don't look. Please don't look!*

She had judged wrong, as the wailing youth clenched his good fist (his other was badly broken and bleeding now) his friend caught her by surprise, knocking her feet out from under her.

*No! Get up!*

A sharp kick to her back sent her forward to the ground. She had to get up, she had to stand else be beaten by the crowd.

“What’s the matter? Can’t fight back little girl?”

A kick to the ribs, she swore she heard something crack. She lay on her back now, writhing in her pain, waiting for the moment when she could run. There it is. He stepped over to her and reached down to grab the front of her shirt and pulled her up forcibly.

“Please, I can’t fight.”

He chuckled maliciously at her.

“Is that a plea? Are you begging me to let you go?”

She grabbed hold of his forearms and placed her foot not so gently against his stomach as a small smile pulled at her lips. In a single move she pushed him over her head and through the yelling crowd, giving her a small opening of escape.

“No, it was an order.”

Freedom, right there in her grasp as she forced herself to stand and run through the opening. Shock, before they ran after her, screaming curses at her and threats of her demise. Into the forest, off the open grounds of the school, away from her sure end. She was so tired of running, so tired of evading every punch and every blow.

A small shed came into view, a heavy iron door stood between her and safety from the angry mob of students behind her, gaining on her. She didn’t think but opened the door and hastily ran inside and closed it.

Darkness, her eyes didn’t adjust right away as she leaned against the door, her chest heaving as she tried to find something to prop against the door handle. Ah, her adjusting eyes found a sturdy looking chair next to the wall. Reaching carefully, not letting her back off the pounding door she grabbed the chair and propped it under the handle, stepping away slightly to see if it would hold. She stumbled as she stepped back and fell hard down several stairs before stopping herself on a wall.

“What the hell?”

A spiral stairwell curled around itself, turning down and down beyond her vision into darkness. The familiar cold fear rested in her stomach again as she stood stiffly, in pain from her beating and her fall. Her heart had steadied itself but was pounding loudly it seemed, she was almost afraid someone else would hear it if she didn’t get it to stop.

*Come.*

Kari startled as she heard a smooth voice slide over her mind. It was male, and unfamiliar to her, but she knew that her ears hadn’t heard it, someone had spoke to her in her mind. She obeyed the voice slowly, cautiously, taking each step as if it would fall from under her foot. What seemed like an eternity passed, but what was really only several minutes she came to a flat and short hall that ended in an ominous looking iron door.

*Come.*

She didn’t start that time but instead felt it caress her gently as it passed, closing her eyes to the gentleness of it. She had heard stories of Mindtalkers being on the school grounds, they used them as a final test for the students. They fought them and if they won they graduated, but she had never heard of what happened to a student who didn’t win, she figured they were either killed by the Mindtalker or was kicked out of the school, either way she wanted to see this vicious beast of tales.

Looking around she approached the door very carefully, spotting bronze keys on the wall and several rusty locks on the door. She looked through the thin openings between the bars of the small window on the door. Darkness, no light touched the room, and all was cold and motionless.

Kari looked back and listened hard for her tormentors, she couldn’t hear their yelling and cursing any longer, she wondered if they gave up and left. She turned her back to the door to leave.

*Enter.*

Her breath caught in her throat, the Mindtalker, it asked her to enter? Her mind went back to her studies, back to when Master had talked to her about the beasts. They beckon those they choose forward and ask them to enter their rooms. One must obey this order, as is the way it’s always been.

She turned back and faced the door; her now shaking hand reached for the keys and began to find which ones fit where. Each lock clicked open, each one released itself from its rusty sleep to allow her to obey the creature that asked for her. Cringing at the screech of rusty hinges she slowly opened the door and stood before the dark doorway trembling.

*Enter.*

She opened her mouth to speak but thought better of it. She instead thought what she wanted to say, but would he hear her?

*I am a student but I don’t fight.*

*Enter.*

She bowed her head and obeyed. Taking hesitant steps into the blinding darkness. When she made it inside the door gently swung shut behind her, echoing as the iron met its frame. Kari trembled where she stood, her heart was beating so loudly she could hear it in her ears, she was blind and wide eyed in the darkness as a musty smell filled her nose. All her senses were dulled by the horrid conditions around her. Why had she listened? Why had she walked in?

Her eyes could barely make out dark objects in the room, a bed sat to the right in the back corner, a table next to that a dirty dresser was against the left wall and…

Movement in the far left corner made her start as in an instant she was on the hard cold ground with the Mindtalker against her. She would have cried out if her throat hadn’t betrayed her. She flailed at him, she fought against him but found it useless. His strength was something inhuman as he held her thin wrists over her head with a single hand. His hips rested between her legs as his mouth found the soft skin of her throat. Beautiful silver hair slid across her skin and her face as he laughed at her coldly, her lying entirely at his mercy now.

“A baby bird, innocent and broken, fallen from its nest I see.”

His warm breath against her skin enticed a small whimper as her body shivered in reaction. What was happening to her? He smiled as he bit her shoulder causing her to cry out before licking the sore flesh. His other hand slid down her body, cupping her breast before finding the small of her back, pressing her body closer to his.

“Please…”

He pulled away to look at the child before him. Her eyes welled with tears, her face and chest flushed with embarrassment and lust and other feelings she had never known before. She found herself warm and wet between her legs where he was firmly placed against her. A smile found his lips, a small light of amusement in his eyes as he spoke.

“Are you afraid?”

Kari nodded, tears spilling from her eyes and running down her cheeks. He looked at her softly and licked them away, relishing in the taste of her.

“I will let you live little bird.”

She sighed as some of the fear left her, but she quickly reminded herself she was still at his mercy.

“I will be your keeper from now on. From this day forth I am Master and you are Servant. I call upon you and you come, I ask something of you and you do, understand?”

His smooth voice was calm and unthreatening, but she found a threat in his words nonetheless, and began to cry again at the thought of this superior being ending her.

“In return for this service, I will protect. Someone does wrong to you and I will be their judgment, this is my offer to you for your service to me.”

Protection? Safety? Service? Kari could take no more, the tears she had tried to hold back from fear, pain, and confusion burst forth driven by thankfulness. Her Master released his hold of her wrists and pulled her up with him as he sat. She seemed so small to him as he held her shaking form to his chest, her tears spilling forth as she clutched his clothing.

“No more tears my little bird. We have many things to talk about you and I.”