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As the enemy's Bitch (Touketsu X QB)

Aika blushed, flame red crossing her cheeks as he spoke those first words. "U-Use me?" She asked in shock, he planned to touch her more. But as he opened the door to the house she walked in, looking around. It was small, but very nice, clean. "Hideyoshi-sama.. you know if you.. if you um.. keep touching me I'll not be able to marry once I get back to my father... do you really wish to shame me and my father so badly?" She asked looking down at the floor under her shoes.

She didn't want to be shamed, it would kill her to see her father's disappointed look, her mothers face turned away from her. Neither of them would be able to look her in the face, the only way for him to touch her and have it be alright was to marry. She knew she couldn't bring it up to him, fearful of what he might do or even say. Even more fearful is what he would do if he took that as her wanting him to touch her, which she actually did.
 
"Yes. You know, helping around the house, helping with logistics, fulfilling my kinky cravings and chores." While he did blush after saying that, the fact he spoke as if the third option being as trivial as the other options was indeed showing his determination. He wasn't quite sure what he wanted. Was it out of lust that he had treated her as such? Of course he had feelings for her but...why did he have to kidnap her in that case? Closing the door behind them, he made sure to put through every single lock as he locked it. Oh, her questions...the worry of a girl who lived in a very traditional home. "I promised that I wouldn't rape you, Aika." he said, "I'll be careful not to destroy your Proof in our bondage sessions." Again, with that straight frank voice.

He walked towards the kitchen, as if expecting her to follow. Before that, he pointed down at her feet. "Please do take off your shoes. In the meanwhile, want something to drink?" he asked, "I got some coffee, tea and water if you need anything." he said, biting a small pack of chips at the seal with his teeth as a way of holding it as he looked through some sushi take out.

The place was quaint, one storey with a backyard, overall a nice cozy living space. It wasn't well decorated aside from a few potted plants and a decent TV and a modest kitchen. The one chilling thing was a small rack of weapons, even an automatic rifle was there for his use. Near the weapon rack was a wide room with a bathroom itself. It had a TV and a small fridge with a small bed, bookcase and little things that almost made it feel like a seperate house. Problem was...it was in bars. A long row of metal bars almost severed it away from the house, almost as if separated from the actual house itself as a place for a prisoner to reside in. It didn't look that bad; it was actually very spacious, if anything.
 
She slipped her shoes off at the door and set them to the side, she followed him into the kitchen, while walking around she gulped hearing his voice and seeing the room with bars around it. "W-will that be my room?" She questioned fear quivering through her voice. She hoped she wouldn't be in that room, but then if she wasn't in that room then would she be stuck in the same room as him? She chanced a look at him, he did say he wouldn't rape her, and yet he had stolen her. Kidnapped her. Didn't that show he would do anything he wanted to?

"I can cook and clean, I can help with everything but I at least beg you not to taint me, and while you say you will not, me just being here, my father will question it. While I would be tested the minute I get home, if I even get home that is... he would not believe me and I will be thrown out on the street.." And it was truth, she had seen many noble lords do the same with their own daughters after they had been kidnapped by men. Thrown out onto the streets where they were indeed, tortured probably raped anyways.

She didn't want that to happen to her, she looked down at the floor, she wouldn't cry right now. It wouldn't be worth it. And it would change nothing of where she was right now. "Would you like me to cook something instead of you ordering take out?"
 
While Hideyoshi was relaxed, he knew that he had to remain cautious. His prisoner could just be feigning innocence and harmlessness just to make him lower his guard. After then-! While he did trust Aika given how she was raised in a traditional family that called for obedience, he just couldn't take chances. "...Yes." he replied, looking back at her as if he was expecting her to rebut his statement. While it seemed cruel, it was quite spacious and cozy to some extent. "Only at night time. Otherwise you're free to go around the house though I do expect you to stay indoors." he said, following up.

He understood her concerns quite well, given how her father was a deluded fool who continued to look backwards and stick with ridiculous cultural expectations. Was she even treated nicely in that household? How disappointed was her father when a female, not a male, was born to him! That is, if that Old Coot's brain still believed he lived in the 1600s! "...I promised I will not rape you. Isn't my word enough?" He raised his voice briefly on the word Enough, just to signify his frustration. Yes, such things were swimming in his head, all these problems he had to find an answer for.

"Your father will only look for a test on your Proof. If I do not rape you he will find no problem with that. Besides, he will just think you were kept in a prison cell instead of being abused by my soldiers or me." he said. While he was about to reach for the phone, he simply let it go when she had said she was able to cook. "Alright. The utensils are on that drawer and the fridge is right over here." he said. It was moderately stocked, though there was an abundance in instant dinners, quite the unhealthy bunch. But there was some meat and vegetables inside.

"Hey, Aika...mind if I ask you a question? Why aren't you...resisting?" he asked, quite preplexed. "I mean...I'd think you'd be feistier or something...but...you're pretty quiet and shy today." he said, rubbing the back of his head, blushing as he asked such an embarrassing question.
 
Aika closed her eyes at hearing she would be kept in the cell at night, though she could understand why. When his voice raised she flinched away from him. "I-I'm sorry if I don't forgive you.. I'm not sure if you'd forgotten what my face looks like right, or the bruises on my body from your men who truly intended to rape me and give me to a whore house." She cried in anger and shame as she slammed her small fist against the wall.

"My father will throw me out, I have been in your care too long already. I seen my uncle do the same thing to my cousin." She spoke weakly, her voice shaking. "My cousin was kidnapped, and while she had never been touched at all, her father threw her out onto the street simply because she had been around men for a week. My father agreed with my uncle. He'd do the same thing to me..." She says before making her way to the fridge, her knees shaking while she walked.

"If this had happened any other way Hideyoshi-sama, I would have been glad to have been here with you." She mutters softly before pulling out some meat and vegetables, she started to cut both while looking around trying to think of what to cook. "I'd rather keep my life, it is why I'm not resisting.."
 
All of his life he thought that Aika was nothing more than a doll. Quiet and perfectly poised, unable to talk or move on herself. Never did he expect for her to express her pent-up rage in such a way. While her fist hammering against the wall did no damage to the drywall, Hideyoshi was briefly stunned. His subordinates were as shameless as ever...to think scoundrels like them were the people he trusted to capture her with! Truly, he had much to apologize for. Hearing her speak on about her cousin, his heart sank. What kind of a fool was he, to think that it would be such a wise thing to do, kidnapping Aika! Not to mention, if what she said was true, there would be no point to her succeeding them, then!

Hideyoshi lowered his gaze, finding himself unworthy to look up to her until he could apologize appropriately. Did that mean she...didn't want to be here? Even at a time like this he found it hard to act tough. If anything, he looked rather weak simply standing there meandering about. All he did was focus upon her hands working nimbly cutting the vegetables and the meat.

"Aika...I...I am very sorry." he said simply, though as to what he was sorry for he could not bring about. He didn't know what else to say in truth, running out of words to speak out. For that matter...he didn't know what to do about her. Sure she was a prisoner, but he just couldn't bring himself to abuse her! He promised he would not rape her and he would abide by that for sure! "Is...is there something you want me to do for you?" he asked, "I...I want to make it up to you. For what happened back in that bar...I...I'm sorry..."
 
"You do not need to lower yourself and apologize to your prisoner, but you may want to discipline your men, if you wish to avoid another mess like me." Her voice was void of emotion as she offered the slight help. "Discipline is everything to show you are in control, you can not let men like them have any lee-way, otherwise they will think you weak and riot." She stated softly, having heard her own father doing the same thing to his subordinates.

After she realized what she had down she gulped softly. "Please forgive me, I speak nonsense." She said bowing her head farther over what she was doing, she was lucky her hair was mostly still up. Absently her hand reached up to rub at the small bald spot at the bottom of her neck where one of his men had ripped out a chunk of her hair. She winced as it was still very tender, she made her way to the sink, washing her hands and went back to her cooking. She heated up a pan, greased it, and put the meat and vegetables in to, starting to cook them together, while those were simmering she popped in some rice. "Please forgive my cooking right now, I'm a little shaky, so it snot a very grand meal, like sushi or something." She says softly. "Would you like some tea or sake to go with your meal?" She asks before grabbing two plates out, setting them off to the side of her cooking area.
 
Of course! While all this seemed new to Hideyoshi, he was patronizing himself in the head for failing to pick on those suggestions! Such things were common sense, why hadn't he thought up of that before?! "No, you are most welcome! I...I...Truth is..." Hideyoshi's stammering was quite out of character, considering he billed himself to be the hotshot who could easily take what he wanted from her yet...here he was exposing his weaker more insecure side. "I...I was afraid..." he admitted openly. "I...I was afraid to stand up to them..."

Hideyoshi stood there and watched her cook, her slender figure controlling the pan and the spatula. The surface sizzled with the meat simmering against the hot element, vegetables crisp and green as beautiful aromas wafted from the cooking oven. As a mother would cook, so did she walk with maternal grace. Had she been taught how to cook by her mother herself?

The food was simple, but when it was cooked by a person he had long admired he did not mind at all. Blushing, he answered "W-water will be fine..." To cook food for someone was a sign of affection, particularly when the two ate alone. The table was high and had chairs instead of a low table with cushions, the dining set up very western in feel than being Japanese and traditional. As they sat down, saying their graces and thanks to the host, he spooned a portion. But, he stopped short of putting it in his mouth.

"H-hey...Aika...D-did you hate me for what I did at the car?" he asked nervously, eyes brightening up when he ate. While the food was ordinary, it was lively when you knew it was cooked by the hands of someone you respected greatly.
 
Aika made her way to the table with her own plate, as he was saying graces and thanks she got them some water to drink. Setting his on the table next to him she heard his question about the car, she blushed brightly while making her way back over to her seat. She sat down thing on how to reply to his question, her eyes glued to the table not able to look at him. "I don't hate you for it... I... enjoyed it.." She says softly before clearing her throat and starting to eat her own food.

It was a very simple dinner, one her grandmother had taught her, her mother too busy being the perfect wife. She flinched slightly remembering the nights she could hear her mother being beat for her fathers sexual enjoyment. She hadn't realized she had stopped eating, she looked up at him, gulping slightly. "Hideyoshi-sama... can I ask you something now...?" She was nervous about this question, but it needed to be asked.
 
Hearing that she enjoyed it made him fluster, choking a bit from surprise as he coughed out, quick to cover out his mouth with his sleeve. Choking on water was most disgraceful, quite contrary to the stiff and respectful seating position you were to take. "UGhhaa...Uughhkk..." choking out a bit, he couldn't bear to look at her after the abrupt choke when he heard that she enjoyed it. S-sh...she wasn't supposed to enjoy that! He wanted to show himself as the kind of person who took what he wanted! "I...I...Hmph. I knew you'd say that." he responded in a voice that held some hostility, trying to seem tougher to compensate for the fumble he had choking about in front of the table.

No way...to think that...someone like her would truly enjoy another man's fingers. She was the modest and soft-spoken daughter of a very ruthless and traditional oyabun. Could those have just been suppressed feelings and desires to be submissive or was it simply the reactions of a body after being stroked lovingly at sensitive parts? Brought back to reality, he nodded upon hearing her ask a question. "Y-you can speak..." while his blush slowly faded, the abrupt change in attitude made it clear that he was trying to appear stronger than he was before. Perhaps to emulate that demeanor when he first walked in: expecting no back sass from her and taking what he wanted.

Up to this point, his true personality was shown: stammering and quite shy. Perhaps he tried to reverse that...
 
"You... you would never beat me.. would you?" She asked shyly, she didn't want to end up just like her mother, her fathers sexual adventures with her mother gave her nightmares. "I-I'm mean.. say you were to ask my father to marry me and he agreed to it, when you wanted to couple at night.. you wouldn't beat me to get off...right?" She wouldn't just come out and say it, she felt much more comfortable here with him then in her own house with her father. She also wanted to know if he would turn out like her father had, she honestly hoped he wouldn't and if his answer was no, she would do her best to please him, in hopes of perhaps being kept.

She started to eat her food again, sipping on her glass of water slowly until she finished her plate, she dabbed at the edges of her mouth with her napkin before picking up her plate and glass heading to the sink to begin washing dishes and the pans she had used.
 
It was truly an odd question. Well...the part with her including the what if scenario of getting married made his cheeks glow red with a shy fluster. But...it was only natural for her to ask that, given having seen what his associates had done towards her. Such sick men...who would find that treatment interesting?! Savages, they were, having no trace of being honorable Yakuza members...saddening indeed! "...No." he said simply, taking a drink. "I would not beat you...seeing as doing so would put me to their level. And I do not want to stoop that low." By then he was able to maintain his tough bravado, saving him all the embarrassment. That is, if he still wasn't blushing because of her question.

"Thank you for cooking the meal. It was delicious." Food tasted great when it was cooked by the one you respect, truly enough he found the meal appetizing spending time to eat it with her. "Thank you very much.
 
"I'm sorry, its an odd question.. I have a lot on my mind of course. Let me clear your plates, would you mind if I then went to my room to shower and clean myself?" She asked while turning to take his empty plate and his glass of water as well. She went back to the sink, finished cleaning off everything and put them out to dry. She walked back over to him standing in front of him with her head bowed waiting to hear if she could go wash. She had no idea what she would be wearing when she got out, if anything at all. Her body had a small amount of dirt on her, it nearly covered her clothes, dried blood still on her and her body hurt from the bruises.
 
"That's understandable. You are free to clean yourself." he commanded, distastefully noting the dirt and the blood smudged on her body. She had endured quite a bit that night at the hands of those horrible men. With the permission to bathe he hoped that it would cleanse her beautiful figure. The bruises and small cuts would take time to heal, but she was still stunningly gorgeous. Watching her finish up her chores, he couldn't help but watch her complete her work with serene grace. Every step well rehearsed, she was steady and seemingly reliable. The complete opposite of him, a coward who resorted to dirty tricks just to hold an edge.

Even so, he waited at the table. There were some plain clothing arranged there for her, though he was sure to have bought many sizes just in case some did not fit. Eventually, he sat and waited at the sofa, glancing back at the staircase hoping she would return.
 
Aika made her way to her barred room, into the bathroom where she stripped and showered in a hurry, when she was finished she dressed making her way back out into the living room. She was clean, her hair was slightly damn and up in a towel, she wore soft pajama pants and a matching shirt that were a little big on her but not by much. It hid her small breasts, her gentle curves as she sat down on the couch near him. "Thank you very much." She said softly while waiting.
 
Cute was a word that best described Aika in her nightwear. Free from the caked blood and dried tears, with her skin refreshed the bruises didn't seem very visible, restoring her somewhat to her true beauty. "The pleasure is mine." he said, softly nodding. The night was young, but he didn't really know what else there was to do. So he beckoned her to sit down on the couch facing a TV that wasn't even on. A TV set and a couch was very Western, most times in her household was spent sitting on haunches around the same table discussing affairs. Atleast here it was far more comfortable.

Turning towards Aika, a sudden topic came to mind. "If...if you want to go to sleep, just tell me." he said, "There's a stocked fridge, a bathroom and your bedroom there..." while he didn't want to directly refer to the cell area, he wanted to make it clear that was where she would sleep. "O...oh...Aika..." he asked once more, his bravado all but gone once again.

"D-do you like...being tied up?"
 
Aika flushed hearing his last question to her. "I.. I've never been tied up before.." She stutters shy, her head leaning down, she wished her hair had been dry so it would cover her cheeks. She didn't understand what he was asking, it slightly scared her, the thought of being tied up was frightening, but she trusted him. "I.. I guess.. If its with you... I would be alright, wouldn't I?" She asks softly, showing again just how she was raised. She was fairly tired after being beat as she had been earlier in the day, but she didn't want to be locked up. She raised her head a little bit, eyes meeting the iron casing around the room instead of a door, she didn't want to be locked up in the room.

She took the towel down out of her hair, it had stopped dripping as she pulled it off and ruffled it a bit more with the towel. "I guess... I should go to bed... I'm hoping there is a brush in the bathroom of my... room... right Hideyoshi-sama?" She asked raising her eyes up to meet his, in which only made her blush deepen.
 
Hideyoshi was quite stunned at the response she had given him. She...didn't detest the bondage? Unable to formulate a proper response, he stared right into her eyes, his urge lowly rising to witness her struggle within her binds. While Hideyoshi had self-control, the thrill of control over someone willing was all too new for him. When she removed the towel he found himself eying ebony black tresses, admiring every bit of beauty that Aika constituted. "Ah...Y-yes...you should have those at your room..." For a moment there, he had forgotten the room and the prison she was to be caged in. A blackbird, imprisoned, living a life restrained...He...he just couldn't do it.

His hands grasped her wrists, softly placing them behind her back as he inched over, grasping a coil of rope. Unravelling it, he began to bind her hands, snug ropes running above and below her breasts. Her shirt pressed against her nipples, embracing the curves of her upper torso clearly. "Shh...don't resist..." he found himself blushing through their little contact as he bound her arms to a box-tie, snug and tight with the position of her arms slightly putting pressure on her muscles and joints. Then, wrapping some rope around her waist, he kept his hand around her mouth to cover up a moan or a gasped breath as he placed the rope between her legs, her crotchrope tight and rubbing against her gentle parts. Once done, he removed his hand, looking at her cheeks and kissing her softly. "H-how does it feel?" he asked, unaware that his fingers softly stroked at her feminine parts, fingers softly pressing against her lower lips.
 
Aika was surprised by how sudden he had grabbed her wrists, they were behind her back before she knew it and rope was being tied around them, her eyes widened softly while looking up at him. She made sure to breathe deeply, to keep from panicking, though she trusted him, it was still a big shock to suddenly be tied up. Rope bound across the top and bottom of her breasts, as the fabric rubbed against her nipples she could feel them hardening, started to show through the fabric. As her tied the crotch rope as gasped into his hand as it rubbed against her clit, which caused her to twitch softly, as he kissed her softly she relaxed a bit staring up at him. She couldn't help but moan out softly as his fingers stroked softly at her lower lips, it made her shiver the feeling of the man she loved touching her like he was. "I-I...." She started before pausing to lick her lips and look off to the side of them, cheeks burning with a blush. "It... it feels good... its something I've never felt before..I... I like it.." She says blushing even more.
 
It was innate in him to take what he desired. To take her for himself, to bind her in rope entirely dependent on him...that was his deepest desire. He yearned only for her to yell out his name in the throes of pleasure. Bound and helpless, captivated by the man who had taken her freedom away it was easy to make her react in the ways he most desired. Soft strokes would slowly bring her arousal higher, feeling her body heat gradually rising as he remained poised behind her, his hands softly fingering her gentle parts. The female body was such a wonder, to think he was enthralled merely by the sound of a half-formed gasp.

Her words assured him that she was alright with it, allowing him to continue without any second thoughts. Fingers continued to probe within her now pouting lips, parted by the crotchrope as it rubbed against her within every movement. Fingers slowly snaked through her curvaceous waist, grasping her left breast and softly rubbing her nipple with his thumb and index finger. "Uuu..." unable to hold back a moan, his warm breath softly pressed onto her neck.

A blush was shared by him as well, kissing her deeply once he faced her. Even though the kiss was short lived and seemed to imply that he was entitled to it, there was a lover's passion within. "Kneel." he commanded, his voice stern. "Kneel down and bow your head. You are property and therefore unfit to look at me in the eye." Even though his words were harsh, his previous caresses only proved that he was a lover...not a person who cared only for carnal lust.
 
As his finger rubbed against her pouting lower lips she closed her eyes, biting her lip softly trying not to gasp out or moan too loudly. As his hand gripped her left breast rubbing her hard nipples through her shirt she could only gasp out in her pleasure as his own moan, his warm breath wafted across her neck. It made her shiver, her nipples only poking out even more.

As he faced her the deep kiss through her off lightly, but she kissed back, as soft as it was, it left her disappointed when he pulled away. As he told her to kneel, the harshness in his voice made her flinch a little bit as she moved off the couch, onto her knee's before him. His harsh command that she wasn't allowed to look at him made her heart ache as she looked at the ground, so much abuse for the day and now shes no longer allowed to look at him. It was almost to much for her as she felt tears spring to her eyes, a gasp escaping her mouth, nearly hyperventilating.
 
Hearing the soft gasp from Aika concerned him. Only then did it occur to him. How could he have been so stupid! This must have been exactly how they treated her, sans the scars, bruises and rough handling. Doing just this must have reminded her of the traumatic experience a few hours back. With this in mind, Hideyoshi immediately knelt close to her, softly holding her chin up. "I...I'm sorry..." he whispered in a soft, sweet voice that stood in stark contrast to his harsh and commanding voice a few minutes prior.

Leaning in, he softly kissed Aika, gently making contact with her lips during a prolonged kiss, hand softly sneaking towards her lower areas, gently rubbing as he kissed her. "I...I...just want to control something...I...I'm sorry if I...scared you..."

The truth was opened before her, admitting openly that he was unsure about what he was doing to her, yet he decided to only show his love by way of bondage and arousal.
 
Aika kissed him back, she his lips left hers and he spoke again, she panted slightly, moaning and leaning into his body as he rubbed her lower areas again. "I-I know Hideyoshi-sama. I know you do, I don;t mind if you control me, just don't be mean to me right now.. I need you tonight." She says softly through her gasps and moans of pleasure. "L-lets me get over the trauma from earlier today before you try it again, I'm sure then I'll be alright." She moans happily as he touches one area the right way which makes up jump slightly in excitement. "Ahh!"
 
'I need you...'. Hideyoshi was touched by her words. All his life it had been quite the opposite: people telling him to piss off doubting his leadership and disobeying his orders. All his life he worked trying to prove himself worthy to carry on the responsibility of becoming the Oyabun, but no matter how hard he tried...he controlled no one but her...to think that his very prisoner would become his only subordinate made him chuckle softly, only to stop as he made her look up to him. Beholding sparkling eyes, he kissed her passionately, parting away a she said "You need me...I'll be there." he whispered, kissing her once again, pushing her softly to the floor as he fondled her private parts lovingly.

"If...you say so....I shall do it." he whispered, gently kissing her right breast, lips softly pressing against the hard and erect nub. Gently stroking lengthwise upon her pouty lips, he moved his head towards her lower areas, his tongue softly stroking her right clit from beneath the cloth of her pajamas and her panties.
 
Aika was gasping for air as he had touched her, his lips around her erect nipple hidden under her shirt, the slight wetness was pleasant. His fingers pressing softly as he rubbed up against the rope between her lower lips, she gasped loudly as he moved his tongue licking at her clit through her pants as well, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the feeling. "Hi-hideyoshi-sama." She moaned out softly, her pants starting to become wet from not only his tongue but her juices and the rope rubbing them together.
 
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