The bell rang signaling that the ten minutes break is over and the next class was about to begin. While the students made their way to their respective classes, a certain pregnant Egyptian teen herm named Malik Ishtar was in the bathroom for the umpteenth time. He tried to catch his breath as he puked some more, the familiar taste of stomach acid lingering in his tongue. Morning sickness was not something to be reckoned with, and even though he had taken the morning sickness medicine, the effects could only hold out so much.
Being the most badass of all the five, Malik refused to be confined in the infirmary for long, stating that he was as fit as a fiddle. He would try to go about his days normally, only to come back into the infirmary after having vomited too much and couldn’t stand or sit properly without seeing the world do a huge twister frenzy before his eyes. He often pushed the limits of his endurance before finally giving in to the softness of the infirmary bed, despite the fact that Illust-chan and Dr. Karita had advised him time and time again about the importance of his health for the wellbeing of the baby. Even some of his classmates who were genuinely concerned for him persuaded him in vain to take a break in the infirmary. He wouldn’t give a damn about the baby. There have been cases of miscarriages back then on the teen herms before him. Hell, his senior who was also a hermaphrodite had lost his child due to a fall on the wet bathroom floor and no one blamed him for that accident. Why should he play along and be the goody-good ‘mommy’ to his unborn child? It wasn’t as if they own him or anything.
Finally, after pretty much emptying out everything he’s got, he flushed the toilet, gargled until the taste of vomit was no longer in his mouth and wobbled out of the boys’ room, making his way to the next class. He was halfway to English class when suddenly he was seized by a few pairs of hands dragging him into the boiler room. It wasn’t after his back was rammed painfully against the warm wall that he realized who his kidnappers were. It was Diesel Kane and his gang grinning at him with those eyes that spelt trouble. Diesel Kane and his gang were previously students of Domino High and were the school’s leading rep team in international yo-yo contests, but also one of the blatant pursuers towards Yugi and Ryou. It was when Joey, Malik and Tristan had to yet again protect Yugi and Ryou from them and caused serious, almost fatal, injuries that they were finally expelled from school under the charge of causing the disturbance of the peace and attempted rape and attempted homicide. Diesel had always blamed Malik, Joey and Tristan for their termination because of them being a herm and the school being biased, and Malik could tell from their looks that their grudge had not been appeased.
“Well, well, well,” Diesel said, surveying his ‘prey’. “Fancy seeing you here, Ishtar.”
“What the fuck are you guys doing here?” Malik asked. “I thought the school made it clear with a restraining order that you guys are not welcomed here.”
“Oh, we know the restraining order alright. But who said anything about complying with them?” Diesel replied, his gang laughing in unison. “The school’s back door is not without its uses, you know.”
“What do you guys want?” Malik narrowed his eyes in contempt.
“Why, you, of course,” Diesel said as he took hold of Malik’s chin.
“Me? What do you want from me that you guys haven’t already got before?”
“Well, the thing is, I have been into you for a while. You’ve always been the feisty one among your gang of misfits, and although I fancy a nice little submissive herm bitch, it wouldn’t hurt to have an aggressive one once in a while. You, Ishtar, fit the bill perfectly.”
“Well, sorry to bust your bubble, yo-yo boy, but I’ve already been tapped into, if you get my drift.”
“Of course we do,” Diesel let his hand roam around his belly. “In fact, I’ve heard that you’ve been preggers with that monster’s child. What could be even sexier than banging a pregnant bitch?”
“You sick son of a…”
“Ah, ah, ah,” Diesel wriggled a finger in front of his face while his other hand covered Malik’s mouth. “No foul languages. Your kid might just pick it up from you.”
Soon, he felt Diesel’s hands moving towards his school uniform and started undressing him while Diesel’s underlings held him down onto the floor and clamped his mouth shut. They must have planned this rather long and well to avoid being caught getting into the school grounds and have definitely wasted no time in putting their plans of shaming Malik into action. As he pulled Malik’s pants down, everyone whooped and whistled as they managed to finally catch a glimpse of a real teen herm’s pussy up close. His underlings cheered him on behind to do him in and not to forget to let them have their share, in which Diesel hastily agreed as he couldn’t wait to get his hands on him.
“You may not be virgin anymore,” Diesel said as he ran his fingers around Malik’s tongue, forcing him to suck them, “but I can assure you I’m way better than any night monster there is. But it wouldn’t hurt having a little preparation.”
So saying, he quickly slammed his lubricated fingers into Malik’s ‘womanhood’, finger-fucking him vigorously. Malik yelped in pain to the rude intrusion but couldn’t get free from the strong hold of two of the bulkiest underlings holding his arms down. The rest of Diesel’s underlings quickly made their move, from removing their pants to let Malik suck them off to suckling his slightly erected nipples to playing with his penis to masturbating in front of him. Malik’s body betrayed his mind as it began to feel the pleasure creeping deeper and deeper into his body against his will, what with Diesel’s forceful thrust hitting his G-spot quickly. Malik felt disgusted at thought of him enjoying this but his body wouldn’t comply with his heart. Before he knew it, he was cumming and some of the underlings who were masturbating over him squirted onto his bare body and the person Malik was blowing came into his mouth.
Everyone laughed at the way Malik coughed and choked as he tried to expel the cum out of his mouth. Diesel slammed Malik back to the missionary position and finally removing his own pants, revealing his hard-on for Malik to see.
“This is for all the bitching and defeats you and your friends caused me, and also for getting us expelled, and you may very well send this message to the rest of them.”
Before Diesel could stick it into Malik, the atmosphere suddenly changed in the boiler room. Instead of the warmth that often emitted out of the boiler, the room became deathly cold, and everyone was breathing out mists from their mouths. Even some of the pipes of the boiler began to freeze over slightly, crackling and crunching as the cold spread throughout the whole room. They began to shiver and became rather aware of something watching them with menacing intent. Malik thought he recognized this aura but he was too disgusted with his own predicament to pay attention to it.
“What the hell…? Who turned off the boiler?! You, go check it out!” Diesel said as he put his pants back on, shivering with cold. The underling went off to check the machine, only to find himself being lifted up in the air by the neck through an invisible force and rammed onto the nearest wall. The others checked on him and also ended up being flung everywhere, leaving Diesel alone with Malik who was still disoriented by the ordeal.
“Who’s there?! Show yourself, you fucking coward!”
As if answering him, the perpetrator showed itself from behind a secluded area of the boiler room. It was sporting a leather sleeveless shirt that rode all the way up to half of its torso and a pair of grunge-like brown canvas pants that were torn on the end. It had a dark violet torn-at-the-ends cape hanging loosely over its huge bat-like wings, and it had a silver choker, silver armlets, anklet and wristlets wrapped around its tan-dark skin. Its dark grayish-silver hair shimmered under the red light of the boiler room and its purplish-blood red eyes glowered within the dim-lit room, glaring murderously at Diesel, its fists clenched tightly and its low growls scaring even the bravest of lions.
“Ma…Malik? But it’s impossible…You’re here!” Diesel exclaimed as he realized the being that stood before him was a Whisperer who looked exactly like Malik, but only more evil-looking and more menacing. “H…Hey, if you’re Malik’s half-brother or something, it’s not what it looks! I…!”
The Whisperer was not in a mood for conversation or excuses. Without warning, it roared and materialized black tendrils of aura from underground and picked Diesel and his underlings up one by one, pinning them altogether at one corner of the room and, with a snap of its fingers, sent the tendrils crawling slowly and painfully into their skin through their veins, piercing them out in tiny rose thorn-like spikes and tearing through their clothes. The whole school would’ve heard their agonized screaming by now if it weren’t for some force of magic created by the Whisperer that caused their screams to be silent and inaudible. Blood began to trickle and drip all over the floor as the tendrils crawled closer and closer towards their faces, wrapping itself within the veins and the inner walls of the skin of the rest of their bodies. The Whisperer chuckled long and low as it watched its victims being tortured beyond mercy and their silent screams overpowered by the machine of the boiler room.
“S..Stop! Stop it!”
The Whisperer spun round as it felt its cape being tugged by Malik, who had finally recovered from his disorientation and saw everything that had happened. His eyes was mixed with shock and horror as Diesel and the gang continued to be pierced from within, more and more of their blood staining the ground. He could tell from its eyes and built that it was his mate he had sex with during the ritual and judging by the way it administered its punishment to Diesel Kane and his gang, at this rate, they would be begging to die.
“Stop it! Don’t kill them! Stop it!”
“No…!” his mate replied, pulling its cape off his hands, only to be gripped back again.
“You’re gonna kill them! I don’t mind you punishing them, but this is too much!”
“They…want…rape…!” his mate growled, pointing at the gang accusingly. “Why…help…?!”
“They didn’t fuck me, not yet anyway! I’m alright! Just let them go!”
“I…want…them…DEAD…!!!” his mate spoke its first full Human sentence before snapping its fingers to make the tendrils crawl even slower and the spikes sharper, earning an even more pained look of torture on the gang’s face.
“That’s enough! Dammit, you stupid fucking Whisperer, stop it! You’re killing them!!!”
“No…!!!”
Malik couldn’t take it anymore. Seeing them being tortured reminded him of the night his mate tortured him into submission with its searing fiery heat and breaking his hard shell into a million pieces. Seeing the blood staining on the floor more and more brought him back to the night when he was bombarded by the pain and pleasure given by his sadistic mate. Somehow, he felt as if this sort of pain is supposed to be meant for him alone and no one else. If anyone was qualified to experience pain, it was him and him only. There was no reason why anyone else should endure it but him. It was almost as if he was being betrayed. He placed a trembling hand onto his mate’s cape and started to sob desperately beyond his emotional control.
“Please…Please, Master…Let them go…It was my fault they acted the way they did…Please, Master, don’t kill them…Please…”
His mate widened its eyes in disbelief at the title it was given. Its heart melted just enough to comply with its human mate’s wishes. It spat out a hiss and, almost immediately as it came, the tendrils disappeared and the wounds on the gang’s body were gone, as if none of this had ever happened. It released its capture over their voices and let them fall onto the floor one by one, the blood stain on the floor disappearing in thin air. They found themselves breathing erratically and groaning in disbelief as they couldn’t find a single scratch on them. Diesel was about to ask what the hell was going on but was met with the Whisperer’s glaring gaze to beat it. Traumatized by their ordeal, regardless it was real or just an illusion, they took to their heels and were running for their dear lives.
As soon as the gang was gone, Malik’s mate turned to him and grabbed his collar, hissing, “Why…?!”
“I…I don’t know…I just don’t want them to be hurt…”
“You…love…him…rape…?!” it roared in demand, shaking him like a rag doll.
“No…”
“Then…?! Why…?!”
“Please…Please, Master, you’re…hurting our baby…”
It was the first time Malik ever actually showed that he cared for the baby’s safety. His mate glared at him for a while before craning its head downwards to sniff his stomach. Its eyes widened for a moment before it held onto him tightly and transported them both to the old section of the school building. It was sealed for demolition and rebuilding by next week and no one had ever dared set foot into it for fear of loose ceiling tiles and falling scaffolding, so it seemed no one would be showing up to find out about them, and it was shady enough to protect Malik’s mate from the glares of the sun as it was in front of a small forest. There was a nearby well that still held rainwater within it and his mate whispered a spell over it. The water rose out of the well and separated into millions upon millions of water droplets that brushed through every inch of Malik’s body, cleaning him off the cum. It then blew a warm breath which immediately dried Malik off and helped him put his clothes back on. It purred and laid its hand on his belly, stroking it and looking at him questioningly with eyes that were still evil-looking, but with a slight hint of concern.
“Yes, it’s our baby. Only one though. Three of my friends got the unfortunate luck of having multiples.”
“Why…help…them…?” his mate was still adamant to know the answer to his recent action.
“I don’t really know,” Malik replied awkwardly. “I guess…well…maybe I felt that their pain belonged to me. I’m the only one you can hurt, I guess. I can’t stand other people experiencing the same thing you gave me. God, I really am a sucker for punishment, ain’t it?”
His mate stared at him for a while, then smirked deviously and said, “Call…me…”
“What?” Malik was confused.
“Master…Call…me…”
Malik finally got what it was trying to say. He lowered his head like a respectful slave would and whispered, “Master. My Master.”
His mate purred and stroked his cheek. It then grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled it so that Malik’s face was looking up at him before reaching down to give him a deep, passionate kiss. The kiss lasted very long and Malik had tried to catch his breath for a few seconds before being pulled back into the kiss again. After his mate had its fill, it let him go to allow him to catch his breath while it continued to trace its fingers around every part of Malik’s head.
“I…Marik…Master…Marik…” his mate stated its name in a matter-of-fact way, expecting Malik to acknowledge it. Malik was already into this depth. There was no turning back now.
“Yes, Master Marik. Your wish is my command.”
“You…Mine…”
“Yes, Master Marik, I belong to you and you alone.”
“You…No one…Touch…”
“Yes, Master Marik. I will never allow anyone else to touch me ever again.”
“Take care…Pup…”
“I will look after this baby like it were my very own life, Master.”
“Or else…?”
“You may punish me as you see fit.”
“Good…Good…little…Dark…Chocolate…”
So saying, Marik took off its silver choker and wore it around Malik’s neck, stating that he alone is its own property and will not be taken by another. Malik thanked it for its generosity and it allowed him to hug it as gratification. Malik finally accepted everything that had happened to him over the past few hours as it was. He no longer wondered how his mate knew that he was in trouble and came over to rescue him. He no longer worried if the likeness between them was a serious indication of incest. He no longer cared about what his friends would think seeing him like this towards a Whisperer he had vowed along his friends to hate forever. He no longer needed to uphold his pride and pretend to be all roughin’ and toughin’ like he always did. He was actually tired of being in control all the time and wanted to be controlled for once. As he let his Master Marik give him one last caress and one last kiss on the forehead before it disappeared into the forest and into the shades of darkness, he had finally came to a revelation.
He wanted to be tortured.
He wanted to be in this pleasurable pain.
He wanted to be dominated, subdued and tamed.
He wanted to be owned.
And he loved every single minute of it.
Now, if only he could find a way to convince his friends to ignore the possible uproar caused by Diesel Kane and his gang about being attacked by his so-called ‘half-brother’.
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