Savin' Me

Yes it’s been as while and I am very sorry. Considering I almost gave up writing completely… You can thank my friend Jean and the two people who recently reviewed and begged for bringing me back. That and Naruto being back on tv, I’ve come to like Jiraiya a lot having finally been introduced to him in the Anime. I will not say a thing about the current Manga! Anyway the story is I mentioned what I write to someone who told my bosses, forced into giving up my penname… which still hurts…. I’m banned from certain looking up certain sites and some of my email at work, (not this one I never went to it at work) So it took me a while to recover from the large knife in my back, then the loss of my favorite work machine. I now hate my work, don’t want to go back ever, but I’m stuck there, and I couldn’t write anything for quite some time as you can see. But I made up for it tonight. It’s been a hot steamy night and that’s from the weather, though what I wrote is not that far behind! Poor Kashi, I am torturing him, and Iruka too… I hope not to be so long on updating but I must get onto the DBZ story tomorrow and I have Sentinel overdues.
I will not let the bastards beat me!!
Enjoy!

Savin’ Me continued
By Fyrbyrd

Iruka returned to the Bitch’s room the next day, but he was already gone. He sighed heavily; all he could do was wait until he was needed to tend him again. He truly hoped they didn’t hurt him.

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He had been bound to a frame that could be swung around in any direction or bend his body over, there were three working him. One behind him, fucking him hard, two on front filling his mouth and there was an audience to watch the whole thing. They sat in the booths; some had a whore sitting in their laps as they watched. The Lord was there, he sat alone, watching, he had not wanted any of the whores when Masaki had offered them. He just wanted to watch and he still seemed a bit disappointed at what he could see. Masaki watched the Lord while he watched. He was not happy; the Bitch’s performance could be jeopardizing his chances with the Lord. He wanted out of Hirose’s organization, he was sick of working for little reward. He was better than that and he would prove that. He wanted to be able to spit in Hirose’s face when he left, tell him where to shove it. And he wanted to see the Bitch’s downfall. Not to mention the cleaner’s as well. He left to do other duties.

The three on the stage changed places, the crowd egged them on, they wanted to see a bit more than just fucking. So they turned the frame into a different position so that the Bitch was basically on his side within the frame, then they began to play with him, they had all been spent from their recent activities and playing with him would arouse them again. One took his mouth and nipples another knelt and licked at his neglected cock, and the other worked his tongue over his ass and into the well used hole. All this attention did seem to get a little reaction out of the whore, his body was shaking and rocking around all the mouths on so many sensitive parts of him all at once. His uncovered grey eye was wide and his mouth was opening and shutting like a fish out of water. He was fighting at his bonds wanting to get free, but there would be no freedom for him. The trio seemed pleased with the reactions they were getting out of him, and they were all hard and ready to take him again. Two moved behind him and one moved to his head and pushed his cock into the empty mouth and held it there not moving. The whore took his cue and slowly began to manipulate it with his tongue, but even as he did that the tongue that had been at his ass returned to push inside him a little deeper and a hand reached around him to play with his once more neglected cock. He could not stop himself from pushing back into one then forward into the other, it was a natural thing for his body to do, it was something it enjoyed in an otherwise joyless world.

Soon the hand and the tongue were removed and he felt a freshly slicked finger enter him, which was quickly joined by a second, then a third, and a little later a fourth. They were soon removed and the head of a cock was quickly pressing into him and forcing its way inside of him. Then from another angle another cock slid over the first, stretching him wide, he grunted with the extra stretching and his mouth lost the cock it was holding there. That was until its owner forced it open again and shoved back inside, this time not leaving it to the whore to do all the work as he continued to thrust even as the two in his ass were doing. It was not the first time the Bitch had experienced a double penetration in his ass, so he was soon loose enough for his servicers to enjoy what they were doing. The audience seemed to appreciate it as well, there was clapping and cheers and more than a few of the whores were bouncing on their customers laps as they enjoyed their reaction to the show with a little action of their own.

It did not take that long for the three to cum inside the whore, the pair behind him pulling out first, then the one at his mouth, they wobbled off the stage in search of a place to rest while the whore just hung there panting with sweat glistening over his thin white body. His eye was closed and the patch covering his other eye was soaked in sweat. He felt some hands on his body and opened his eye to see Shichi and the other bouncer were unstrapping him from the frame. Shichi took his weight and carried him over to a bed that sat at the rear of the stage. It was on wheels and could be pulled forward at need. Shichi and the other hurried off as he lay their, he could hear that the audience were being treated to food and was glad of the rest from what they did to him, and from being watched. He just lay there, his muscles quivering as they always did after being released from any type of bondage that left him hanging, especially if he were being used over such bondage.

A little while later he felt a cool towel wiping over him, cleaning off the sweat and mess off his back and legs.

“Turn over Kashi,” he heard whispered over him.

It was the voice he liked, the gentle one that had been caring for him, and he turned for that voice and looked up into the brown eyed man’s concerned looking face. Even as he worked he saw him glancing furtively around the room, taking in the crowd and could see there was a bit of anger in the man’s face. He studied the face, for just a moment he thought that there was something missing from that face, then his own was gently being wiped and cleaned. No one had ever been as gentle with him as this man and he liked it. A bottle of water was held to his lips and he drank greedily from it.

“Iruka come,” he heard from offstage.

“I’ll be back Kashi,” a hand caressed his face and he leaned into it, wanting more of it. But it and its owner were soon gone from his side.

The sound of a whip crack brought him back to reality, the horrible world he lived and suffered in. A large woman from the audience had stood up. “I wanna have some fun,” she said, “Rack him up boys.”

Shichi and the other bouncer Rei came to where he lay and Shichi lifted him into his big arms. He could not help himself this time he tried to fight of his way out of the hold, but the man was much stronger than him and was trying his hardest not to hurt him as well. Rei was wheeling in an X shaped rack to which he would be bound to, but it was what he knew was to come after that he was fighting so hard against. The woman had been there before and she seemed to take a great deal of pleasure in causing him pain, and pleasure. She never touched him physically; her whips did everything she wanted. And it was not the pain that bothered him so much, it was the way she made him like it, want more of it.

Shichi wrestled him against the frame as he fought against his imprisonment, but Rei was soon binding him to the four corners of the frame and he was soon held within his back facing the audience as he waited for what she would do first. He could not help shivering, and flinched violently when she slid the hard leather grip of the whip down the line of his spine to his ass ghosting over his hole before pulling away.

“What’s the matter Pretty Boy, cold? I’ll soon have you all warmed up. Is that what you want, huh?” The hard edge of a crop she held in her other hand struck him across his buttocks and again he flinched with the sharp pain. He heard her laugh as he grunted, one of only a few sounds that came from him. “Will I hear you cry out for me? Will you cry out for me this year, Ninja!” and with that the whip whistled through the air and struck him across his back. He threw his head back and a strangled sound came from him, the closest to a cry he could get.
“No, not good enough you fucker, I want better than that.” He was struck again and again and again. His body tensing with the pain that was much greater than he had ever endured before.

“This will not do,” he heard from behind. “Whatever quarrel you have with the Ninja kind you will not take out on him.” He recognized the Lord’s voice. If he could have seen he would have seen that he had grabbed the end of the whip and had stopped it from striking him.

“Watanabe is dead by their hand and you know it,” she screamed back at him.

“Your brother took a lot of chances. He must have slipped up somewhere to have had one of them hired to destroy him. Your anger has no place here. We come to play with this one, to humiliate one of their kind. If you don’t want to play, then leave. I will not let you punish him for your brother’s troubles.”

“But my Lord—“

He could not see the glare the Lord sent at the whip mistress. “Play or leave,” he said.

There was a tense silence in the place; he had been distracted from the pain she had caused. The whole place was quiet.

“Aya,” he heard her call out.

The female whore came down to where the whip mistress stood; she was pulled into a hard embrace by the woman and for once did not fight her. The nasty whip was pushed into the girl’s hands, “I expect a good night from you girl,” she said pushing her away. Aya took the whip and ran back to the woman’s booth.

She bowed to the Lord who had sat back in his place, “I will play.” She took some leather gloves from her belt that held everything she needed to play and went up on the stage and behind the frame so that she faced the whore. She grabbed his face in one hand so that he had to see what she was to say. “So lucky Pretty Boy that the Lord likes you. I suppose it would have been a waste anyway seeing as you can’t remember your past. Let’s play then Pretty Boy, what I would give for your own to see you now.” She let go of his face and pulled a flogger from her belt, if ever there was a Madam Lash, it was her. She stood in tall black boots, short pink leather shorts and laced up top, she pulled back the flogger and let fly.

The Bitch tossed his head back with another strangled cry but there was not the pain there had been recently, she continued to strike him with lazy strokes and pretty soon he was pushing his body back to meet them. There were red marks across his shoulders, all down his back, buttocks and upper thighs as if he had sunburn, none harmed him like the four she had gotten off with the whip earlier. She stood back and admired her work, she tossed the flogger away and reached for her belt, it was not a whip she picked up next, instead it was a large black dildo which she slicked up with a small tube which was also discarded. Then she moved to stand behind his spread legs and nudged it against his hole, until his body opened for it and she pushed it inside in imitation of a fucking. But once it was inside him she let it go and reached for a paddle on her belt, then pulling it back she let fly with a great deal of her strength. The loud smack and the grunt that came from him had the audience which had been relatively quiet until them, cheering again. She pulled back and let fly again and within a few more strokes he was straining back to meet the paddle that kept hitting his ass turning it a bright red color. The crowd was delighted and she turned tossing away the paddle.

“Okay who’s to have him, I’ve played enough with this boy, he’s ready for you butt loving fuckers, I want a hot girl any day.”

The place went silent again as the Lord stood up and moved down. Normally he took the whore in privacy, had his own sessions and did not participate other than to watch. The woman quickly returned to her booth as they watched the man loosen his clothing as he moved up behind the bound whore. He pulled the dildo out and tossed it away, then he shoved himself into the whore hard.

The crowd were mesmerized as they watched the Lord fuck the naked whore fully clothed, they had not even seen his cock as he rammed inside the ready hole. He wrapped his arms around the whore’s body as he thrust hard against him. The whole frame shook with the strength he was putting into the fucking and he was biting the back of the whore’s neck as he leaned his head back, his mouth open in a silent cry, his uncovered eye squeezed shut in apparent pleasure. If it weren’t for him holding the whore the frame holding him would have fallen as it rocked. The Lord’s thrusts sped up and a stream of cum flew from the whore’s untouched cock, the clenching body pushing him over the edge as he pulled back to thrust back in hard one last time as he came. The intensity of his orgasm had the Lord’s legs shaking as he pulled himself from the whore. His clothes covered him before anyone saw anything of his body and he collapsed to his knees, clutching at the whore’s leg to keep himself upright. Both he and the whore were panting and there were more than a few slackened jaws in the audience as well as cum filled hands and pants.

After a few moments he was able to compose himself and got up, he did not return to his booth, instead he straightened his clothes and walked out of the arena. Quietly the others seemed to do the same. Shichi and Rei appeared and unbound the whore and took him back to the bed. The pair of bouncers were a little at a loss as to what to do, the audience was leaving. This was not the norm; usually things went on for hours longer.

They were disturbed by the appearance of Masaki. “Get that bloody cleaner in here to clean the place up. The Lord is returning to the mansion for now. Said he’d be back later. The others have retired to their rooms… What the hell happened here?”

Rei explained the events. Masaki was also surprised to find out what the Lord had done in front of the crowd. He wasn’t sure what to make of it. Any of it. He ordered Shichi to take the Bitch back to his room. Then he left, he was sure the other guests would be at him for things if they were in the rooms, he was already harassed by their needs, he had not had a chance to even fawn over the Lord yet.

Iruka hurried down to do his job in the arena. He wanted to get it done as fast as he could, but he found the place was a real mess, everywhere smelled of sex. He got down to it as fast as he could, because he was worried about what they might have done to the whore, to Kashi. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate on being Iruka the cleaner when all he could think about was Kakashi.

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