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As the enemy's Bitch (Touketsu X QB)

School was just about over...yet Tanaka was quite impatient. Closing his cellphone, he took a moment to reminisce upont he picture of the cheerful young lady who smiled. A few years ago he had accompanied the Heiress to the nearby Shrine's New Year festival. She enjoyed it so much that they had gone the next year. But...not last year and most likely not this one either. The Kusakabe-gumi had gone into war with the Kousa group not too long ago. It was humiliating but...how had that weakened group managed to take on the strong Kusakabe-gumi, the same one that had reigned strong ever since the end of the war. Interference by the foreigners, the gaijin, most likely. Attacking with automatic weapons and the use of explosives was most unusual and barbaric, only cartels would fall that low to use such weapons to terrorize the neighborhoods they also live in. Gunfights broke out in lumber mills, post offices and virtually every place the Kusakabe yakuza own. The Kousa had suffered losses throughout the war, but not to the scale that they had as well. "Damnit..." Tanaka whispered beneath his breath, leaning against the car parked up near the front gate.

He had called her four times during the afternoon, bidding her to hurry. She knew about the war and had been most mature about it, sacrificing time spent after school to aid in anyway she can. Now...she was in mortal danger. The Kousa group had heard about how Aika, the oyabun's daughter studied at the Christian Private school, for sure they would make their strike a death blow to the Kusakabe-gumi. Hand moving close to his pistol, against his pants the guardian waited for Aika, hoping that she would hasten there before the enemy would harm her...
 
Aika hurried out of the school, at the gate was her guardian, she had been late getting out, even after helping the school. "T-tanaka! I'm ready, but.. I'm really worried about Otou-sama, can we go to the shrine so I can pray for him? She asked folding her hands in front of her and looking down at the ground, her glasses starting to slide slowly down her nose. She fixed her glasses, tucking a stray strand of her gray-black hair behind her ear, today had been stressful at school, her braids in her hair were starting to come apart. She would wait until she got home to fix it though, she glanced up at Tanaka through her glasses, while shifting slightly. "Do you think we could manage that?"
 
Tanaka bowed respectfully when she approached. "Aika-sama...I wish not to be the rude one but...we don't have the luxury of time..." he informed her. But, looking into her eyes, he could not help but sympathize. Unlike him, the oyabun wasn't a figure to respect: it was her own father. The blood that ran in her body was the same color her father had bled raising the Kusakabe-gumi from obscurity. However, he looked right into her eyes. "...We can buy a little time but I urge you...please hurry...your father desires only your safety..." he said, opening the door before her to step into. The neighborhood was most familiar, even a few female students would wave cheerfully at Aika.

Driving down the neighborhood, he looked at the mirror and took note of a few cars that he had seen traveling the same road. Stopping by the shrine, the colors of autumn begun to show, falling orange-red leaves making a radiant ambience within the shrine. Opening the door for Aika, he stood by her side. "Do you wish to accompany me, Young heiress?" he asked, respectfully awaiting her opinion.
 
Aika waved back at the few girls who waved as they drove by, she was the sweet one at the school. The one who would help the students with work they didn't understand. She had listened closely to his words. "I understand fully, Tanaka-san, but he is my Otou-sama, and as he only wishes for my safety, all I wish for is his." She says while getting out of the car, she grabbed his arm while making her way out, once she was out of the car she nodded to him. "I would love to accompany you, fine sir." She says softly while grabbing his arm.

She started on her way up the stairs slowly, with her uniform she didn't have to worry about holding her skirt up or anything. She looked up at the red-orange leaves above her, they shone off her glasses while she tried to hurry gracefully up the stairs.
 
Feeling her hands grasp onto his arms made him smile warmly, as if all the worries he had in the world had faded: nothing about the Kousa group, the dangers of the future and the war that had been brought to their doorstep. "I would be honored, young heiress." he respectfully replied, walking by her side as they scaled the steps, past the tall wooden arch. Japanese maple trees were absolutely gorgeous in fall, the darker and richer colors much more pleasing than the lightness of Cherry Blossom petals riding the wind. She had the strength to grasp her own future...maybe he had to stop acting like an old coot and let her have her way.

Standing guard near the top of the stairs, the place had quite the good view. The Shrine Maiden wasn't in service today, though the donation box did look quite stuffed, moreso than usual. Standing around, Tanaka asked, hoping not to interrupt her in a prayer. "Say...Aika....I'm no religious man but...why do you pray?" he asked. It sounded like a stupid question, but Tanaka was never the type to bend his knee to anyone except the Oyabun or the higher ups when it was expected of him. "W-well...I was raised in a family that didn't believe. Does it really work though, the prayers?" Genuinely curious, he kept on the watch.

However...one of the cars from before parked just at the other side of the road. Tanaka's eyes narrowed down a bit. That did not bode well. Even so...he spoke nothing of it as he left her to her own business, drawing his pistol as he watched four men leave the car...
 
Aika kept kneeling at the shrine, as he asked his questions she hardly stirred as she bowed her head from prayer, but she spoke. "In our family prayer is a form of comfort, we pray in hopes that some being will help protect what we love, and while it may just be our own hopes. Its that which keeps us believing, hope in some being smarter then us who will help us in our time of need." She spoke softly before opening her eyes and standing up, dusting her knees off. "Let me put some money in the donation box and then we can get back to the car."

She knew nothing of the car parked across the way, nor about the man who got out of it. She cross with some money in her hand, which she had pulled out from her bag before she got out of the car. She put the money in the box before turning around to see Tanaka with his pistol out. "Tanaka.. what's wrong?" She asked worry evident in her voice.
 
Gods..."I guess I'll have to give Religion another shot then..." he said, carefully looking at the four men approaching. Another car soon stopped, accounting for the two cars that had suspiciously followed them all the way from school up until the Shrine. Four of them advanced, reaching into their jackets to pull out what would obviously be guns. They were serious, sending eight to come finish off the daughter. When Aika had inquired about what was wrong, he slowly backed off. Looking around desperately, he tried to find a way out. "They're coming..." he said. "Quick, hold my hand!" he said, about to make a run for it through the wooden area behind the shrine. The cover of the leaves falling would suffice.

Whilst running downhill, he slowed down and leaned against a tree, trying not to go fast as to let her fall: she was wearing her skirt and dress shoes after all. "Forgive me, Aika-sama..." he said, bowing in apology as he leaned against a tree, pushing her against him and holding her close. He took out his cellphone, dialing a number to get to Takahasu. "H-hey, Taka, you the- H-hello?! Anyone answer? Damnit!" Tanaka closed the cellphone angrily. No one was picking up? What was going on at the office?

Seeing the four who had climbed up look down, guns aimed right at their direction, the whizzing of bullets breaking the silence. BANG! BANG! FUUUEWWEEETINK! PTHEW PTHEW! Bullets hit the ground, the trees and the ground. He tried to run further down, but pulled her back just before a bullet hit the ground before them. Just about to run from the clearing, he took notice of the other four....One of them even had an Assault rifle! "Fucking hell..." he whispered beneath his lips. Trapped like rabbits before the predator...
 
Aika was grabbed while being pulled down the hill, she tried to run with him to keep up to stay alive. She knew something bad was going on, she was obviously the target now. She hoped her father would be alright, but right now as she was hiding behind a tree as bullet whizzed past her. Her heart speed up, adrenaline kicking in. "Tanaka, we're in serious trouble right now.. what are we going to do?" She whispered afraid, her heart pounding against her ribcage, feeling as if its trying ti rip out and run away from the danger.

She could only look around trying to think of a way to get away, she seen a small path down the hill right across from them, it was covered by trees. "Tanaka.. what about that path..?" She had no idea where it lead, but surely anywhere other then right here would be better.
 
Tanaka leaned against the tree, trading bullets with the men at the top of the hill. However, the moment he poked his head out to shoot once he was almost greeted by a half-dozen bullets. Outnumbered almost four to one, a gunfight here, no matter how skilled he was would only result in two dead bodies: their own. "Ah...This way, Aika-sama!" he said, nodding in reply to her suggestion to go to through the wooded area. He could hear the men from above yelling things like "Follow them" or "Go call Jun about this!" Whoever Jun was, it clearly meant things weren't going as planned for them.

"They were after you." he said in between breaths, stopping to lean against a wall to pant. They exited right behind where the stairs were located, running for a good two or three blocks. The small traditional mansion that her father had purchased for her was only a few more streets away.

On the way there he tried to call Takahasu, but still got no answer. He swore under his breath. He waited at the pedestrian lane, awaiting for the traffic to come to a halt and for the signal to allow them to cross. They were at war...and it had brought it too close for the young heiress. "I...I am sorry about what had happened there, Aika-sama..." he said, falling to one knee, lowering his head. "I was a fool to think that they would not come... But I will lead you to safety first. There you may decide my fate for my incompetence..." Though her father Ryotaro Kusakabe had banned the concept of mutilating the tips of the fingers to prove their loyalty, Tanaka was willing to do anything to compensate for his gross failure.

He wanted to hurry and arrive at her home, but was unaware of how the Kousa group had turned their only sanctuary into a place of death...
 
Aika ran for her life, tugging Tanaka with her. After they exited and leaned against the wall, she closed her eyes, fixed her glasses. Soon enough they were running again, a few blocks away from her house. Now they were just waiting for the light to change so she could cross the street and make her way to her safety. She softly petted Tanaka on the head. "It is not your fault, Tanaka, it is mine. I didn't realize we had been followed. I should have listened to you more." She says before pulling on his hand slightly to pull him up ad the light changed color. She made her way across the street, slowly making her way back to the small mansion that was hers. She passed the open gate, it was nothing out of the ordinary at this time. She crossed the yard making her way up the steps of the house before opening the door and walking in with Tanaka. She smiled as the door shut behind her. "We're safe now Tanaka.."
 
Tanaka was relieved. From here...she was safe. Within the mansion atleast then she would be protected. Guarded by Takahasu, there was no way- "Oh...my..God!" he screamed out in horror, opening the door he saw dead bodies on the floor. Many of them had their wrists bound behind their backs, shot with bullets to the head. An execution...all twelve of Takahasu and his men, dead. Instinctively he grasped Aika's eyes, trying to cover her line of sight from beholding such a terrifying scene. "D-don't look, Aika-sama...p-please..."

Before he could react, a swift hand fell down upon his head, bunting the butt of a handgun onto his head. Before anyone or even his mind could comprehend...he failed to notice the saboteurs inside, knocking him on the floor as a few men grabbed Aika as they were parted, strong arms grasping her wrists as a man stepped in. "R-run, Aika, Plea-"

BANG! BANG!

The man shot him in the knee then in the head. The smell of gunpower and blood overpowering the pine-scent of the traditional house, the mobster wearing a longcoat drew his handgun and talked into his walkie talkie: "We got her."
 
Aika's eyes were covered for a couple of minutes, she didn't understand what was going on, until Tanaka's hand fell away and she was grabbed. She screamed seeing Tanaka shot in the head, she twisted and struggled, she stomped down on on of the man's foot before kicking up, attempting to kick him in the balls. She screamed loudly. "Let go of me right now! How dare you filth touch me!" She growls, until one of the men holding her shoved her onto the ground, knocking her glasses off. "Shut up!" He said hitting her upside her head. Aika whimpered softly while gritting her teeth, she didn't always need her glasses, but they helped greatly.
 
The mobsters looked very menacing in their own way, their eyes reflecting the lack of restraint towards the brutality they exhibited. For one, two arms tried to hold Aika steady but as the guard felt her heel drive into his foot and right into his genitals, grasping instinctively his private parts as he fell to the floor crumpled over, another mobster coming from behind and holding her arms steady. A kyodai, the equivalent of a 'leader' amongst the men, trampled her spectacles while one man hit her cheek when she tried to yell them off. The man grasped her by her long raven hair, lifting it up and forcing her to look at him as he slapped her harshly, sending her to the floor beside him.

"You sure love struggling, don't you?" he remarked, smirking as he swiftly landed a punch to her gut, a very hard punch to the stomach as he kneed her in the chin, sending her slamming against the wall of the house. "Are you going to appologize for that pain you caused my little brother?" The Yakuza refer to each other as 'big brothers' for those higher up, while they in return call them 'little brothers'. He knelt down, punching her crumpled over body, careful not to ruin her beautiful features with the harsh beating.

Pulling her hair, he forced her to the ground, surrounded by the other Mobsters. "The Boss didn't tell us how to take care of ya after we got you...If I were you I'd appologize." he said, smiling as he kicked her in the stomach.
 
Aika coughed, she had a split lip from the slap, her stomach hurt from being kicked, her back hit from hitting the wall. She could taste blood. She gritted her teeth together. "Go to hell!" She growled, her hair being pulled back forcing her to look up into his face. She spit her blood up into his face with a smug smirk. "I will not apologize to him! You can't make me! Do your worse!" She growled gritting her teeth further. "I will not submit to you."
 
The look on his face was that of twisted disgust and contempt. Her nose was bleeding, her lip split and her body quite battered from their kicks. Hearing her faint voice declaring that she would not submit only riled them up further as the kyodai called to the others. They grasped her weak arms, forcing her up to her feet as he stood before her, lifting her chin a little. She looked quite roughed up, though he did take caution with beating her, his hand did cut into her lips after the punch to her cheek. "Not gonna say sorry yet?" he asked, slapping her harshly, the back-handed blow sending her face to the left.

"Going to appologize?"
*SMACK*
"Going to appologize?"
*SMACK* *SMACK*
"CAN YOU FUCKING HEAR ME, SLUT?"

Raining blows at her stomach and her cheek, he showed little restraint at he tried to extract a few words, perhaps one that would beg him to stop beating her so harshly. Inhumane, her treatment was. Her nose bleeding and her body trembling, the Kyodai stood back, cracking his fists. He whistled to an accomplice, who brought him his pair of brass knuckles.

Putting them on, he had one forcibly lift her head up by grasping her hair harshly, pulling a few strands as her head was forced up. He rested his fist on her left cheek, as if to let her feel the cold metal of his brass knuckles, before winding back for a very powerful blow.
 
"No! Please, I'm sorry!" She cried out, tears leaking from her eyes from the blows. "Please, don't hit me anymore! I'm sorry... I'm so sorry.. please... please.... please don;t hit me anymore.. I'll be good..." She cried out, her eyes closed as she clenched her teeth in her pain. Her body hurt so badly right now, she was bruised and bleeding, she hurt all over and could hardly stand up. Her body trembled from her pain, the huge amount, she could only imagine what her body would look like soon.
 
The fist that so threatened to collide with her cheek stopped midflight, a few inches away from connecting with her jaw and probably destroying her face entirely. Hearing her sob and beg, repeatedly assuring them amidst choked sobs and a gentle trickle of blood from her nose. Truly a pathetic sight, hearing her beg and assure them that she would not interfere or resist any further. “Aha…hahaha…HAHAHAHA!” the mobster laughed, throwing aside his brass knuckles as he grasped her chin softly, preventing her neck from lowering her own head. She did look like a horrible mess, almost as if she were the punching bag of some boxing champion. “Seems like this bitch knows her manners! We ought to treat her out then!” he said, smiling as he left her fall to her knees. The barrel of a gun pointed at the back of her head. “Get moving, bitch.” Said one, smiling as she was shoved forward, away from the scene of carnage.

The Kyodai turned around, faking out a supposed left hook. He laughed menacingly, whether towards his own joking action or towards her reaction, whatever that may be. Pushed towards a single black car, she was forced towards the back, where she was forced to lean over, chaining her wrists together with handcuffs. Of course, a few hands stroked at her privates, a reaction sure to draw ire from her. Of course, in the occasion she did act up, a hand would be awaiting to connect with her battered face. Turning her to face him, the man smiled as he leaned into her cheek, kissing softly. “Don’t worry about a thing…” he said, slipping a potato sack to cover her head, tightening the cord to keep it in place. Then, she was shoved inside the trunk, where she remained while they drove towards the destination…wherever that was.

Atleast then there was enough time for her nosebleed to stop trickling with her blood. When the car drew to a stop, the trunk was opened and a few hands brought her to her feet…of course the hand held onto her rear side when she was forced to stand straight. “Move along, kiddo.” He said, smirking as the man forced her inside a small bar. It was a sake bar, small and traditional, the kinds of things that her Father enjoyed. One thing that was to be noticed was bullet holes on the wall, hastily painted over. Was there a fire fight here?

Her hands were uncuffed, she was led over towards a stool near the countertop. “Sit still there, kid.” He said, smiling as he stroked her hair and raised her chin a little. “Why don’t you do us a favor and unbutton that blouse?” he asked, the pistol pressing against the back of her head.
 
Aika was forced to her feet a gun at the back of her head as she followed them to the car. Her hands were handcuffed, her body molested. As she tried to speak up she was hit again in her face, she winced but the bag was placed over her face. Shoved into the trunk she breathed carefully, trying not to hyperventilate, she felt every move of the car, every bump, it only added more bumps and bruises. She was brought out of the car trunk, she had dried blood on her face she could taste it at the edges of her mouth.

She felt the bag lifted off her head, she took note of the bullet holes in the walls, this place would be something her father would enjoy. Oh how she hoped he hadn't been here, if he had, he was surely dead. She was sat on a stool by the counter top, this place had to be a bar, she could smell the sake in it. The pistol of the guy pressed against the back of her head, asking her if she would unbutton her shirt. Liking her head on her body she nodded, looking down slightly she her hands trembled while she unbuttoned her top all the way down. She pulled her uniform top out of the top of her skirt and kept looking at the floor.
 
Even though the age gap was quite wide, their eyes hungrily watched at the young school girl begin to strip. Her blouse removed, her dainty white bra was exposed. How plain and boring, much like her lack of make up and lipstick! Girls with natural beauty were rare, unlike the bimbos they would often nail wearing inches of make up and such. Her features weren't particularly bountiful, but it was quite modest and matched with her slender figure. Not too big nor too small. The mobster then pressed his gun onto her lips, forcing it into her mouth as he pinched her nose. "Hehehe...go tell me you're sorry and I probably will let you leave without extra holes in your forehead!" he said, smirking violently as his finger nearly pulled at the trigger.

"Hey, Matsuda, don't blow her fucking head out, We've got some fun things planned for her!"

Grumbling, the one referred to as Matsuda drew his gun away. The Kyodai from before pointed his pistol towards her, forcing her to walk towards the bathroom. It was quite the mess, bullet holes shredding through the stalls and leaving crude bullet holes on the tiled wall. "Wash up, bitch." he said, pointing the gun at the back of her head. When she would bend down, his hand would softly reach over, flipping up her skirt and rubbing at her buttocks, sometimes rubbing at her nether regions from her white panties.

"Got a problem, kiddo?" he asked, awaiting when she would be finished washing herself. Even when he stopped, his hands would probe at her supple breasts, fingers pressing onto what could easily be a little under a handful each breast. Once finished, she was led back outside, where a few men began to play cards. "Hey, Bitch. Take off that shoe." he said. Soon, their little poker game forced her to take off her other shoe, her skirt next to go when a man pulled off an impressive straight flush.

Surrounded by perverted, violent men...like a lamb slowly torn to pieces, one could only wonder how much longer until they would use her and end her life.
 
Aika could feel their eyes on her body, it was nothing special. The gun was forced into her mouth, she was afraid even more at that moment, his finger nearly pulling the trigger. A different guy took her to the bathroom, where she was allowed to wash. She washed the blood from her face, where she fingered a bruise on her cheek from one of the hits. She washed out her nose, cleaning it of the dried blood, she could see all the faint bruise marks all over her body already.

She gulped softly as he began to rub her rear end, his hands probing slightly at her even lower area, the one between her legs. She tried to close her legs to keep him from touching her there. As she finished washing her face he began poking and prodding at her small breasts. She was taken back, it wasn't long before her shoes were off, then her skirt. The only thing left was her bra, panties and soaks, it wouldn't be long until she was naked and then she knew she would be raped.
 
Pair of aces. Her skirt was next to go. Their eyes lustfully observed her half-naked figure, her smooth porcelain skin quite the beauty to behold. She said not a single world, not even uttering a single curse of defying them after the Kyodai had exhibited what could happen to her if she defied or cursed them: another savage beating would surely lay itself upon her. "Hey, say something, girl!" teased one, though he was quick to frown and grasped her shoulder, his fist wound up for another hit. "Wanna get your teeth knocked out, slut? Answer me!" he said, pressing her body close to him. Of course, the Kyodai broke them up, but many knew how shaken she was after witnessing the bloodbath and the abuse she had suffered.

A fullhouse later, she was then called up. "Hey slut, take off that top, would ya?" he asked, smiling as her blouse was thrown upon her, for her to wear without placing her sleeves through her arms, almost like a safety blanket. A man even came close with a razor and a bit of shaving cream, a small bucket of water. "Hey, I brought all this stuff, we should probably shave that fuckin' bush when she's totally naked!"

Jeers and catcalls teased Aika further, sitting like a doll shivering with a tight grasp onto the blouse. Her nipples would be exposed had it not been for the blouse she was given. Of course, the men slowly played for the last set, the person who would take home her panties and the first man to plunge their cock into her before the orderly bar would turn from a lounge into the scene of a horrible gang rape.
 
Aika held tightly onto her shirt, her bra was now gone, she closed her eyes tightly, she was ashamed by all the calls and jeers. She just wanted to fall into a deep hole, she tightened her eyes, she wouldn't cry but she curled her legs up close to her. She gritted her teeth tightly as they brought out the water, shaving cream and razor. They would surely cut the hell out of her poor vagina if they did. She knew she wasn't that bad, able to take care of it, but they just assumed she would have a ugly, nasty bush of hair.
 
Seeing her retreat and tighten her grip onto the last thing hiding her intimate portions, the Kyodai could not help but laugh it off. Insults and degrading nicknames was just the tip of the iceberg as the men bought in for the last prize: her panties. The game looked quite well under way, a Mobster sharpening the razor they bought. "Hey, Slut. Not talking?" he asked, grasping her right wrist, forcing her to her feet as he grasped a lock of her hair and harshly dragged her forward.

"Listen here, bitch. If we can't get any money from you, after the gangbang I'll send you out as a whore. We'll deport you to some godforsaken brothel in a third world country. Somewhere far from your daddy and this place, hahaha." he said, slapping her cheek once more as a few hands grasped her hands the moment she was released, spreading them out as her pink nipples hardened from the mere fact that people looked right at them, hands softly clutching her tight. A mobster walked close, licking her belly button before slowly suckling on her right nipple.

A gun was pointed at the left side of her head just in case she jerked uncontrollably.
 
She whimpered her body tensed, her nipple hardened as it was sucked on, she wanted to push him away but the gun at her head showed she would be killed. She frowned before pulling her arm out of one of the guys hands and pulling away, covering her chest. "Please stop... if my father is alive, I'm sure you'd get money for me safely back.." She says softly.
 
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