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Salvation	By : kresua Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Het - Male/Female Views: 2245 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Ooh! Another of my oneshots�this one is a het fic I did once based on a roleplay.
I love my little Yugi-chan!!!!

Please R&R�and remember that I�ll try to
update my other story soon.

Miyako sat calmly in her booth, quietly sipping her martini,
and passively watching the little known events happening around her. Though
most eyes were focused on the exotic Egyptian dancer
up front, her eyes were focused on something else.

A boy, no taller then five feet sat, a collar around his
neck, chaining him to the bar. Her thin eyebrow arched as she watched him
flinch with every passing person, as if expecting the person to grab him and
steal him away for some unknown fate.

A man approached the youth, and the boy instinctively shook,
his soft, amethyst eyes looking up to the man as he shook gently. Grabbing the
boy, nearly chocking him when the drunkard realized he was
still chained, he left a dollar on the bar and shoved the boy into the
nearest room. The door shut, and though so entirely muffled that she wouldn�t have even noticed it if she wasn�t listening for
it, she heard what sounded like whimpers and pleas for mercy.

That just wasn�t right.

Casually turning her attention back to the dancer who had
just flaunted his way off the stage and into the back, she slowly stood up and
walked over to the bar. Her long, silvery dress clung tightly to her lean frame
as she sat down in front of the bar keep and smiled. Keeping her voice low, she
said, �What purpose is that boy that is tied here?�

The bar tender smiled. �Sexual purposes, m�dear.
He serves those who require his services.�

�Aren�t there prostitutes for that?�

The bar tender smiled. �Well, love, he�s not exactly paid.
In fact, he�s lucky if he gets a goodnight�s rest.
He�s not well treated here, so we laughingly refer to him as �The poor man�s
prostitute.�� Miyako�s eyes widened, but she resisted the urge to call him on
it. �How old is he?� The barkeep shrugged. �I think about fifteen. He�s been
here for three years now, miss.� Miyako sighed softly.
What life to live for such a young boy? She could hear
his hushed�or rather, gagged (as she came to realize)�whimpering, sobbing�

�How much to buy him off of you?�

�Well, miss, I��

�How much?� she insisted, her tone threatening. The barkeep
smirked. �20,000 yen.� So inexpensive for
a little one�After writing him a check, she waited for the man to be
finished with her new possession.

About fifteen minutes later, the boy was
dragged out of the room. The barkeep grabbed the boy�s face and lifted
it, for the first time revealing the long, spiky hair, black tipped with a crimson in the back, and soft, gentle blond spikes in the
front. Innocent amethyst eyes stared into hers as he listened to the barkeep�s
cruel words. �You see this woman? She�s you�re new
mistress. You know the rules, wench.
You obey her under penalty of death.� With his last statement, he hit the boy
hard in the middle of his back, causing him to fall forward, limply, with a
cut-off whimper. �Get up!� Before the barkeep�s foot could connect with the
soft stomach of Miyako�s new slave, she got in his way. �I will handle his
punishment, thank you.�

Standing behind him, she whispered, �Go on. Get up if you
can�� The boy slowly forced himself to his feet and nearly fell onto Miyako.
She caught him and held him for a long moment before guiding him out and to her
car.

As he slid quickly and obediently into the back seat of her
car, he was quiet, his eyes down cast as he waited patiently for instruction.
He wore a torn t-shirt, which showed off surprisingly beautiful muscles on his
chest and abdomen, dark blue pants that were equally torn, yet covered him
enough, and a jacket, just as torn as everything else, but it did offer him a
little comfort from her eyes. His hands were bound in
front of him from his last session, and his collar looked uncomfortably tight
and hot.

Turning on the car, Miyako drove to her house, her new pet
in tow. She gently guided the boy from the back of her car
and led him upstairs to her bedroom and set him down on the bed. Gently
kneeling down between his legs, she whispered, �Is there anything you would
like to eat?� The boy slowly shook his head. Miyako longed to hear his voice.
�Would you like me to loosen your bonds?� The boy nodded, yet said nothing. She
touched his arm and he whimpered; the flesh was obviously raw and painful to
the touch. She lifted her hand to his cheek and murmured a soft apology before
undoing his straps on his arms and gently soaking his wrists in cool water to
relieve some of the pain. The boy was crying softly beneath her.

Gently laying her soft hands on the boy�s neck, she caressed
lightly, kissing his soft skin and nuzzling his hair kindly. �So innocent�� she
whispered in his ear, �How do you do it? After three years in that club�� The
boy beneath her shyly looked up and whispered, �I was just hoping�.that someone
would rescue me��

Laying a gentle kiss on the top of his spiky head, she laid
him back down on her bed and gently took off his jacket, then his shirt, and
touched the wounds on his chest gingerly. Poor thing�

�Do you have a name?� The boy beneath her nodded, slowly.
�Yes, Mistress�Yugi.� Miyako smiled gently. �Yugi�what a beautiful name�I love
it. Lay still�I�m going to boil some water for your wounds��

Yugi dared not move as he watched this beautiful woman dart
off into the kitchen and collect the much needed
things for his treatment. His soft amethyst eyes shone with an unknown
happiness as she walked back in, holding a roll of fresh bandages, a bowl of
hot, steamy water with a rag draped over the side, and even a bowl of fresh
fruit. Yugi�s soft lips parted as he gasped. She set the fruit down before him
and offered him a small peach slice.

Yugi hadn�t eaten fresh fruit in
ages�he�d never been allowed to. The club offered him such dismal food, and so
little of it, he�d been starved for at least the past
month. He was so helpless�and yet�the fruit tasted so wonderful. He sighed
happily, hoping the look he gave her with his eyes would be enough to
communicate his thanksgiving.

Miyako gently began to wipe Yugi�s chest and stomach down,
making sure to be extra careful around sensitive bruising. Yugi would gasp and
whimper when she�d hit an ultra-sensitive spot, yet
would not utter one word. Miyako guessed one word would be
met with severe punishment, or at least that was how Yugi was trained.
Once she was done, she gently slid off Yugi�s torn pants and made a startling
discovery. The poor boy�

The target of anger was most likely him�and his �customers�
most likely would hit him or kick him in the groin, from the looks of things.
The boy whimpered as her hand brushed past his dire bruising, and Miyako�s eyes
were soft and full of compassion. �My poor dear�� Yugi shook with fear as
Miyako rested a hand on his stomach, then gently
pulled him close. �I won�t hurt you, my little one�you must be exhausted. Lay
down��

She encouraged the young one to lay
beneath her covers, and he did so, snuggling close to the sheets. Gently
stroking his hair, she waited until the sweet blanket of sleep rested upon him.

It did not take long.

Within seconds, the tiny angel lay,
small snoring noises echoing from his mouth as he buried his nose beneath the
sheets. She kissed his cheek and pulled into bed next to him. After turning out
the lights, she slipped in even closer to his small body and nuzzled into his
neck before falling asleep as well.

It was early the next morning, perhaps 2
or 3, that Miyako awoke to her newest prize, her sweet little treasure rousing.
She could hear his hushed whimpers and sensed his pain and tension.

The pain in his voice made Miyako sick. She sat up and pulled Yugi close, saddened by the tears of pain on his face
and began to whisper soft words of comfort in his ear. When it didn�t help
much, she took the young boy into her arms and carried him
into her luxurious bathroom and began to fill the tub.

After a few minutes, she made sure Yugi had been properly
stripped, then laid him down in the hot water and let her hands roam over his
delicate body. Sliding off her clothes as well, she climbed in with him.

Soft amethyst eyes watched her with fear, wide with terror
of being abused or worse. She could feel his tension;
she knew he wanted nothing more then to push into the tub and disappear.

She gently pulled him close and whispered gently, �Hush�I�m
here�let�s get you cleaned up a little more, alright?�

The little one nodded, his body shaking as Miyako poured
some shampoo into his beautiful hair and lathered. She gently rested his head
in the crook of her arm as she rinsed his sweet, soft spikes and gently washed
his face. He took on a peaceful, serene look as she leaned down to kiss his
nose, so very tenderly�so very gently�

Moans of pain turned to moans of pleasure as she leaned his
weakened body back against her own and kissed him gently on the lips. Yugi
moaned softly into her mouth and began to shake. �P-pl-please�d-ddon�t tease me like this��

Miyako smiled. �I won�t tease you�this is for real.� The
little one beneath her relaxed as she cleaned his body, all over, then began to
kiss his chest, bringing to life his soft, sensitive nipples. Yugi gasped and
moaned loudly, never having been subjected to this
kind treatment before. Her hands fell from his shoulders down his back to just
above his rump, gently rubbing into his lower back. Yugi�s soft small hands lay
against her stomach as if still bound, and his small body quivered as he was pleasured.

Miyako smiled, lovingly, as she brought a hand down to his
arousal; he was turned on by this, yet so scared he was about to be raped and
abused, he was whimpering as if in pain. Gently lifting him out of the water,
she carried him to the bed and sat him down. His soft, fear and pain filled
amethyst eyes pierced her soul as she slowly lowered her hands. She wasn�t rubbing (for he was too bruised to take it) but she
would stroke gently. It seemed to be working wonders on him. He was loving it�he was moaning and responding easily.

He came, finally, crying out softly and arching his back as each and every one of his muscles seized and he let loose
his seed. Gently lowering her mouth down over him, she lapped at him, drinking,
as if a cat with her cream. Once Yugi had stopped shaking with tremors of
after-pleasure, she pulled his head down onto her shoulder as the boy began to
cry.

�Good boy�good boy.� Yugi gently sobbed into her shoulder,
his body shaking. �No one�no one�s ever done this for me before�I�m just a toy
to them�just a worthless doll�no one�s ever treated me humanely, let alone
kindly, let alone like a lover�.ever�.before�thank you�thank you, my mistress��

She gently kissed his lips; Yugi tasted himself on her and
sighed softly. He had only ever dreamed about this kind of treatment. He had
seen some of the dancers jacking off and kissing like this before, but he had never been allowed to kiss or be kissed before.

As his eyes slowly rolled back and he fell asleep, he could
still feel his mistress� hand caressing his face and cheeks. It was a good way
to sleep�knowing he was loved.

Awwww�how sweet, huh? Let me know if I
should make this into a full story, not just a one-shot.
^_^
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