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Tags: Yuugi, Sakuya, Masochism, Sadism, Knifeplay, Bloodplay
With a crack, the red-skinned oni's face snaps backwards as a massive, muscled arm smashes a fist into it; the rest of his body soon follows, hurtling through the air and tumbling along the ground several dozen yards to crash against the wall of a nearby building, leaving cracks upon it as he lays there unconscious. A girl of silver, braided hair, clad in maid uniform, stoops to observe the unconscious oni suddenly blocking her path. Yuugi, meanwhile, sighs and dusts off her knuckles as the ring of spectators cheer and an energetic male voice nearby calls out, “And that's twenty nine in a row! Even three on one, the Oni of Oni cannot be stopped! Will anyone even come forth to challenge her after that one?!” Yuugi takes the large gourd of sake in her other hand and upends it, pouring copious amounts of alcohol straight down her throat. She mutters to herself, “Goddamn weaklings. Shit's fuckin' boring.” She hasn't had a good scrap in who knows how long, and this little fight club didn't help.
Looking around the crowd, it seemed the announcer was right; no one else wanted to step forward this evening, they'd gotten their fun. There was, however, the maid clinically examining the guy who'd been knocked unconscious upon her path. That silver, it was familiar... ah, yes, wasn't that the head maid of that vampire mansion? Actually, hold on. She was supposed to be lighting quick. Maybe if Yuugi actually had to work to punch someone... As Sakuya stood up, no longer enamored by the effects of Yuugi's blow upon the man, the large oni called out, “Oi! Dog of the Scarlet Devil, was it?”
Sakuya hardly had the time to take a single stride before freezing once more, turning to regard Yuugi through the gap in the audience. “Do you require something from me?” she asks, rather coldly. “I'm on important business for the Mistress, so if it's nothing urgent-”
“Come into the ring,” Yuugi all but demanded, polishing off her drink. “You're damn fast, right? I need someone I can't hit so easy. Why don't we go for a while? You can even use your knives, I don't care. Probably can't even cut me.” It's a very dismissive tone she takes in calling out the chief maid, all but outright stating the only thing Sakuya's good for is scrambling for her life.
The maid's face remains still and unreadable save a hint of disdain before she sighs exasperatedly. “I'll decline. I'm not interested in-”
“Getting your ass handed to you?” The oni interrupts her mid-dismissal with a cocky grin, as the crowd breaks out into roaring laughter, joining in jeering at Sakuya.
The maid's eyes give a piercing glare before she continues where she left off, “-participating in your meaningless little brawls. I've got-”
“No spine! No backbone! Couldn't rise to the challenge if I tied both hands behind my back!” Yuugi even does so, clasping her arms behind herself as though not to use them. “C'mon! You're only human, so it's only fair I gotta handicap myself I guess.”
Sakuya grits her teeth as the noise of the crowd gets ever louder in calling out insults at random, helping their champion to goad. She tries, again, to finish her refusal at its last stopping point, voice straining to keep level, “-important matters to attend to, and needn't waste-”
“Your breath, I guess! I get it, you're just a fuckin' coward. Not surprising, I'd end you in one shot too.” The oni didn't even look at Sakuya as she called out to stymie her statements once more, arrogance growing by the second.
Try as she might, Sakuya couldn't still the shaking overtaking her, ever more incensed by this taunting. Giving up on actually trying to parley, she just turned to leave before she could get drawn into this. “Enough of this nonsense,” she declares as she does. Before she could resolve to stop time and just disappear however, Yuugi got in one final call.
“The position of whipped bitch suits you! But have fun wearing your precious Mistress' collar tonight! Arf, arf! Maybe if you tell her some mean oni bullied you, she'll come solve your-” It was Yuugi's turn to be interrupted, as Sakuya was in front of her in a flash, knives in hand and ready for a fight. There's a second of genuine surprise before the oni grins. “Ohoho, the puppy does have fangs, does it?”
“Enough of your talk,” Sakuya states flatly, holding her composure much better now resolved to deal with Yuugi. The crowd is clearly pleased, as their din nearly tries to drown the maid out when she continues, “Defend yourself, brute.” And the assault commences.
“And the match is on! We've got ourselves one hell of an underdog challenger, I'd say! Why, that's just a human! We're due for thirty straight here, folks, don't go putting any money on the long odds!” Contrary to how the announcer hyped up how one sided things were to be, Sakuya held out. No kick of Yuugi's would connect. Even if she was a hair's breadth from inverting Sakuya's face, the maid would disappear and Yuugi would find cold steel bouncing off her unnaturally tough skin. By the time she whirls around to kick again, Sakuya's gone, and again failing to so much as scratch.
“Not bad, little doggie!” Yuugi grins madly as she pursues the maid darting around her, actually presenting a challenge to catch. Expending real, genuine effort trying to batter her is a welcome and refreshing change of pace, even despite the armless handicap in play. Of course, tracking the maid long enough to see how each useless jab is delivered with a new, sharper knife was quite difficult. And the difference couldn't be told by touch, as each point felt as dull as the last for the oni. The crowd leaned in with anticipation, cheering on as Yuugi threw more power into each blow, coming around faster, throwing out strikes that would be abominably destructive if only they could land; and it was only a matter of time before one did, those gathered to watch were sure.
“How long can she keep it up?!” The announcer belts with energy, bringing excitement to a fight lacking in any visceral blow. “Can this knife-wielding girl find a weak point on Yuugi before those angry feet stomp her to dust?! Or will one, single blow spell her demise?! The tension! The drama! The-” The announcer's hyping is cut off by a very distinct sound: not that of a bone-shattering kick finally landing, but of a sharpened blade sinking into flesh. Red runs from a newly made gash in Yuugi's stomach, staining the white shirt clinging to her muscles. The audience quiets and the shouts of the MC are quelled in a moment none saw coming. Yuugi stands stock still, a wave of multiple emotions passing over her face in rapid succession, too quick to call out each individual one.
“Are you satisfied yet?” Sakuya asks coolly, as she shakes the blood off her knife. “I've wounded you, despite your claims to the contrary. I'd call this my win.” There's something a touch off with how Sakuya smiles at Yuugi, staring into those eyes in which moist little droplets begin to form and trickle down. Wait, tears? Yes, indeed. The face of the Oni of Oni, after one small wound from a knife – it's frankly a scratch compared to her size – is that of someone about to turn into a blubbering mess. And she does, breaking down into uncanny sobbing, stampeding her way through the crowd and off the scene. Bodies go flying and the ground shakes as Yuugi rushes away. Sakuya's stunned into silence, the crowd is deeply confused, and the hype man has absolutely no comment to offer, not even of the underdog's victory. Slowly and awkwardly, everyone disperses, and Sakuya's left to wonder how she managed to get that reaction as she heads off for that errand she was on, face still locked to that strange smile.
Meanwhile, the footfalls of a fleeing oni eventually fade, when Yuugi finds herself back home, and finally away from prying eyes. The first thing she requires is an entire gourd of sake, uncorked and finished in the same motion as she tries to calm herself, dwelling on the moment of that stab wound, clutching at it with her other hand. Going over what she felt as the blade sank in. Shock, that was the start. She'd never actually taken a wound before today, seemingly impervious as she was. But did shock make her cry? No, it was not that. Pain, that came right after. The feeling of the blade parting her flesh, the small jolts coursing from that even smaller wound. But did pain make her cry? No, nor was it that. What came third... that was... hard to admit to herself. She did not want to believe it, and it was what made her cry. But there was no doubting it. What came third, after shock, when pain had materialized for the first time in her life, it was arousal. She could still feel it down there beneath her skirt, from lips dripping with feminine juices much as her newfound cut dripped blood.
It felt wrong. It was wrong. She was an oni – fuck, she was the oni. Strength, pride, victory: that's what should make her heart, her nethers, soar. And yet those infinite streams of victory felt hollow. Clobbering others with but a single mighty blow while holding herself back, that meant nothing to her. And she could never place the why, understand how that could be. Was it because of this? Was what she really wanted... to lose? No! NO! That was fucking bullshit! Goddamnit, they did not call her the Oni of Oni for nothing! She refused wholly to accept this notion! She wouldn't! To prove it, she'd- her tirade of thoughts is interrupted by the nail of a finger on the hand clutching at her wound sinking in, prying it open more. The following pain is immediate, drawing out a gasp and, more importantly, a moan, as her slit begins to leak once more like a finger had instead been inserted there. Lust nearly compels her to do just that as the pain rings out, and she even ponders on using that little cut to masturbate too. If she just- no, not happening. She snaps back to herself at the out there thought. This is not her, and it can't be her; considering that it might be is horrifying. No, she'll do what any good oni would do, and confront this problem head on. She's going to get herself a rematch.
It was over a week later before Sakuya answered any challenge or call. For Yuugi, that time was hell on her nerves. The incident couldn't be contained – she, of all oni, had broken down crying at one scratch. She'd hardly been seen since that day, too afraid and ashamed to show her face. Yet now all of Former Hell stood on this street, awaiting with bated breath the arrival of the one she'd challenged. The gathered crowd was massive, sitting atop roofs, congregating in alleyways; people craned over one another to catch a glimpse of what was to come. And then from nowhere, Sakuya appears, standing across from the oni who issued the challenge. With their roles reversed it was her turn to rouse the opposition to anger, “Are you quite sure about this? I only nicked you before, but your reaction really was something. Perhaps you're... spineless, didn't you say? Without backbone?”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Yuugi roars her response, still not over the feelings that last knife brought. The outburst is actually loud enough to startle some of those gathered to watch. “You cheated somehow! Used... poison, I don't know!” The followup declaration, however, is depressingly petulant sounding, almost desperate.
“Poison? Me? Nonsense. Poison taints the blood. Have you forgotten who I work for? 'Dog of the Scarlet Devil' you said, last time: a vampire. No, let's face facts: the high and mighty oni finally got hurt and realized what it was like, learning she wasn't as big and nasty as she thought. A scared little girl, aren't you? Amusingly ironic, given your size.” Sakuya laughs, laughs at Yuugi's weakness.
“NO! DON'T YOU LAUGH!” Another shout that resounds in the underground, almost painful to be in the vicinity of. “It was just that- I was...” Yuugi grasps for words, for an excuse as to why it happened. But the truth looms large in her mind, overwhelms her ability to conjure such a thing, leaving her instead to trail off.
“You were a wimp all along and couldn't handle realizing it. Perhaps the position of 'whipped bitch' suits you more, hm? Though the dog house would get rather cramped, wouldn't i-”
“ENOUGH!” This particular cry is accompanied by the sound of the ground cracking and deforming, as a small crater appears where Yuugi's feet just were. The burst of speed she puts on shoving herself that hard is impressive, and Sakuya's eyes have just enough time to go wide in shock before she's gone – as the fist impacts the ground, a massive hole is smashed into it, easily a dozen yards wide and several deep, with further cracks continuing on far longer yet. The shock wave and chunks of once-road batter onlookers, knocking them off of houses and flat on their asses; all the buildings nearby shake at the tremor passing through the ground. Yuugi seethes in the new hole she's dug in just one blow. There's not a trace of Sakuya left in it. Maybe she went too far. Maybe she shouldn't have lashed out like that. But in the heat of the moment, she couldn't help it. As she's coming down from that moment of raw FUCK EVERYTHING, that's when she feels it. 'It' is several dozen knives, each sharper and sinking deeper than the last into her back. She's rendered looking like a massive, muscled hedgehog, sheer size and supernatural toughness keeping her quite alive and conscious despite the frankly concerning exsanguination staining her and her clothes.
That first cut had taught Yuugi what pain is – this multitude of impalements teaches her what pain can be. The high, wailing shriek that passes through the lips of the one once called 'Oni of Oni' invalidates such a title, conveying a misery and agony never before thought possible to deliver upon someone who was, scarcely two weeks prior, invulnerable. Thankfully, perhaps, that shriek is also deafening when paired with Yuugi's lungs; none can hear the low, erotic moans that follow the primal expression of pain. That would be far too much to bear. As it stands, though, the pain has Yuugi incapacitated, laying on the ground sobbing, a disgrace she also can't bear. But she can't even pick herself up right now through the hell shooting its way through her from all the multitude of holes on her back, can't flee to escape everyone seeing what she's been reduced to. Which gives Sakuya ample time to recover from the disorienting scream and compose herself.
Narrowed eyes glance over the destruction wrought in a singular strike, before Sakuya speaks lowly, “It seems you forgot what the spellcard rules are for. Thankfully for you, I did not. That many knives at your size shouldn't be lethal.” With a light splash, Sakuya lands within the crimson pool beneath Yuugi's twitching form, knives still embedded. Rather than reclaim them with time stopped, she recovers them one by one in real time. Slowly she drags each out, unsheathing them from the giant with deliberate imperfection, and slicing her just that little more to draw out further whimpering cries from the once-proud oni. It's a needlessly cruel process that gets more and more difficult to watch for the crowd. Those arrayed gradually disperse, as before, almost in batches blade by dripping blade. The whole while, Sakuya's face grows ever more concerning, smile widening in ways it should not with each new twinge and high note brought about.
What she and everyone else are missing, hidden beneath the clear droplets trailing down from eyes reddened not by blood but by intense sobs, are the bubbly moans when her head falls back to the ground after shooting up to scream. Subdued by the liquid as they are, at least, this little secret remains unknown; the iron scent wafting from all around her obfuscates the waterfall of discharge lubricating her cunt, concealing an ever building and furious lust. In equal measure, however, is a self-loathing borne out of every pleasurable second that follows a knife's retraction. Her strength is slowly returning, but her will to run is weak. She's lost count of how many are pulled out, but it feels like it must be almost all of them at this point.
Her estimation is not off, as Sakuya grips the handle of the final knife. This last one, instead of slowly, is wrenched out viciously, the maid's eyes nearly glazing over as a spray of blood arcs from what's now the largest cut of them all and the oni below her looks to convulse at the spike of pain brought by that, even after the resounding scream quiets. Yuugi's face is buried into the soaked ground as she clutches at the back of her head, perhaps in reflex, or perhaps... perhaps there's something more to these convulsions than pain. The orgasm rocking her, however, goes unnoticed, as Sakuya shakes the last of her implements free of youkai blood; in truth, her own arousal is difficult to keep hidden, that eerie smile the only hint allowed to slip through, her voice kept level as she speaks, though her tone is demeaning, “Is this sufficient to show you, then? Or will you require further demonstration? There are plenty of places left I've yet to-”
Yuugi's shaking dies down mid-taunt, and finally, she can move her body beyond involuntary shakes and spasms. She's up and moving fast despite her wounds and the trail of red left in her wake when she scrambles for one side of the crater, throwing herself out more than climbing. Once more her retreat brings quakes as she runs, cowed, for a home she may never leave after this most thorough and public shaming. Even if most of the crowd has dispersed by now, it hardly matters; the full account will spread like wildfire, and she may never be able to show her face anywhere in Gensokyo again. Of those left in the crowd, however, there is one with purple hair who approaches Sakuya upon her exit from the hole. Satori calls out to keep her here for just a moment longer, “A moment please, if you would, Miss Maid.” As Sakuya turns her gaze to Satori, the mind-reader continues without letting her speak up, “No, don't give me that. I only need you for a few seconds, and you'll like what I have to say.” A retort is cut off as the purple-haired girl leans in close to whisper, “Yes, yes, you've important places to be. Now listen. About Yuugi...” And rather than disappear, Sakuya obliges to listen. It's hard for that unnatural, sadistic smile to become more off-putting, and yet it does as the truth of what's just unfolded is explained to her. Pulling back with a much sweeter smile, Satori waves the maid off. “Yes, I'm glad you agree. Hopefully you two can work this out. It seems it will be for the best. Run along, now.” And just like that, Sakuya's gone.
Back home, with the worst of her bleeding finally stopped, and an extra large receptacle of sake in each hand, Yuugi is having a mental breakdown. She came from being stabbed. She came[i] from being stabbed. [i]She came from being stabbed. The moment replays itself in her head, that glorious- no, that horrific, feeling of sheer pleasure- no, sheer agony, Yuugi. Her fraying mind cannot cope right now with just how aroused she was, being at Sakuya's mercy. How right it felt, despite being so much larger, so much stronger, than the maid. If only she could get her hands on her, she'd have won with ease. Instead, she was covered in all these new holes. Setting aside the first empty gourd and feeling up her back to try and count just how many times she was stabbed brings a fresh wave of misery, each count another spike that emanates, and each spike another quiver down below. She feels insatiable, despite the previous climax, and her snatch beckons for attention; her free hand is halfway down there, about to pull up her skirt, before rage at what she's becoming overwhelms her and she picks up the emptied drinking vessel, hurling it to smash against the wall, right as the sliding door to her house opens. Sakuya doesn't even blink at the sudden shattering that greets her ears, letting herself in as Yuugi desperately backs away, crawling to escape from the reappearance of her new worst nightmare.
“You do not seem to be taking your loss very well,” Sakuya muses, closing in on Yuugi faster than she can scramble away. “You needn't be so scared, you know. I have not come to stab you more... yet.” That final word is left to linger in the air for a few poignant moments, as Yuugi's back ends up against a wall. Sakuya is having fun with this, far too much fun, getting closer and closer as what was once a titan practically cowers, curling herself up in the knowledge that she's outmatched. Sakuya drinks in those violent shakes and whimpers, how Yuugi's back being involuntarily knocked against the wall repeatedly lights up new fires of suffering, before finally continuing with actual words, “No, I've come here to treat instead. I've had the situation explained to me by that purple haired mind-reader. I now fully understand what you're going through. A masochistic little sow, aren't you?”
“M-m-maso...” Yuugi can't even finish the word; she certainly doesn't want to. A half-formed protest on principle is near up her throat, before it strikes her that Sakuya said she was told this by Satori. She can't even deny it if that's the case. The giant made fearful keeps her eyes cast down in silence. A shortness of blood is the only reason her cheeks are not aflush with red embarrassment at the darkest of secrets revealed. She is left to stew like this for many moments, discomfort and terror growing, before she can find a voice, far too weak to be her own, to speak up and inquire, “What is it you want? Why did Satori tell you that?”
In all honesty, Sakuya's face right now is probably more answer than is necessary, no reservation being employed, no hint of duplicity trying to hide exactly how much she enjoys this. Of course, Yuugi's question is still being addressed to the ground, and she can't see Sakuya's face. So it falls on the maid to explain, lust in her voice rising as she goes, “Well, because you and I, we're compatible. Very much so. You see, my pain-pleasured pervert, I am a sadist. And I am... in the market, as it were, for someone who appreciates my knives as much as I do.” It's quite a time more of staring down that's needed before the oni can raise her face up, exposing her eyes threatening to break like a dam and finally catching a glimpse of just the look she's getting from the maid; a look that conveys in no uncertain terms a complete and undeniable victory, a control of the situation – of Yuugi herself – that cannot be overturned. She gulps.
“Sadist?” She repeats the word meekly: is that squeak really what she sounds like right now? Regardless of all the missing bravado, that singular word doesn't nearly answer what Sakuya's just proposed. She continues on, pretty much muttering to herself, “You mean you're a... And you want me to... And we'd...” Unbidden, scenes of prostration play through her head: laying upon the ground to act as nothing more than an object for Sakuya to impale, counting up stab wound after stab wound, racked up all in pursuit of a singular goal, to please the maid glowering at her with cold eyes from a position above her. Above. None had ever stood above her. She was always larger, always on top. And yet, to not be recontextualizes the shaking she cannot put to rest; the fear is fading to be overtaken by a feeling that makes her heart wrench: arousal. It is this that brings her to shake now, not a fear of what Sakuya may do to her, but instead an anticipation of those same actions. The difference, slight though it may be, is visible to the maid now that she has the full picture.
“That's right. I'm sure you're picturing it now, aren't you?” Sakuya can't – doesn't even work to – suppress a shudder as she speaks ever more fervently, “Day in, day out; tied up or tied down. Hardly a person, but instead a plaything: my plaything. Anything I wanted to do to you, anywhere I wanted to stab you, you'd let me. No demand too degrading to acquiesce to, no punishment too agonizing to endure. Acting at my beck and call, giving up your own whims and supplanting them with my own! Being handed over to anyone else I felt like and being forced to listen to them too, below almost everyone in rank and station! No longer a proud, mighty oni, but no longer needing to live up to that title! Controlled! And yet... freed.” By the time she' reaches the crescendo, she hits such fervor it's hard to imagine she mightn't come just from the declaration itself. But not quite, as she gazes upon the one to whom she proffers this with desire-filled eyes and states, less a suggestion and more an order, “Your reputation is ruined, regardless. Give yourself to me and come to the mansion.”
By rights, Yuugi's listening to the rambling words of a madwoman. Every last statement should bring further concern, disturb her that she's presently at the mercy of this maniac. Instead, the more the maid speaks, growing exceedingly animate, her own reaction is to match that outburst in how calm she gets. Everything feels a little light right about now, too, as the words sink in; her loins are plenty warm at the thought. All of this can be hers. Everything the maid just said, all of that could happen to her. All she has to do, the only act needed on her part to make it happen, is to say one little word, “Yes.”
With that word, the contract is sealed, but one formality remaining as Sakuya's uniform disappears in the blink of an eye, reappearing in a corner where it can no longer obscure anything. Her lean and supple body is laid nigh bare: her thin, lithe arms, with knife grasped in hand; her modest bust, with little stiffened nipples just inviting one to suck; her taut, flat stomach, a barren plain of white skin; and her lush, womanly thighs, between which hides the last unexplored vistas of her body. The last article of clothing remaining on the maid is a pair of silken, lacy panties of intricate design. They are seeped through with lustful discharge that confirms how much enjoyment Sakuya has had in stabbing the oni. Her empty arm extends out to the one curled upon the ground, tone getting only more commanding now that her victim has acquiesced. “Give me one of your arms. And while you do that, you're to finish getting me off using only your mouth.”
With some trepidation, but unable to stop herself, Yuugi proffers one of her large arms, held in Sakuya's comparatively dainty hand. She can guess what's about to happen to it. It's arduous to steel herself for it, even with her arousal at the prospect. But steel herself the oni does as she gets to her knees properly and leans down, clipping her teeth around the fabric of Sakuya's undergarment. She may be new to submitting herself to people, but Yuugi's no stranger to sex, and she's making a fine show of dragging those panties down with her jaw – until the feeling of cold steel upon her palm gets her clenching. Sakuya hasn't even cut yet, merely running the flat of the blade across skin. “Did I give you permission to stop? If you're not actually what I'm after, I could simply leave.” The cold threat of not being chopped up gets the work to continue, and quicker, exposing to the air that sopping mess of a vagina that commands attention. What also commands attention is the shallow cut appearing upon her hand as Sakuya slowly drags just more than the tip of the blade through palm flesh in a deliberate, measured cut from end to end. The pain follows naturally, drawing out muted little squeals as a small trail of crimson begins to leak out. And yet the pain is not nearly so incapacitatingly great like before that the oni cannot fight through it to plunge herself into Sakuya's cunt.
The invader within those depths is both large and skilled, licking along all the most sensitive areas while bringing a pleasing feeling of fullness. Sakuya must keep her shivers of delight from manifesting as the knife drags onward, though finally her cheeks are allowed to flush and she affords herself a throaty moan. The oni as well vocalizes her own pleasure, from the latest intrusion of a knife and from her complete subservience. On occasion her tongue darts back out from the new wet cavern housing it, allowing a chance to suck at and play with the clit just above. Sweet, sweet natural lubrication coats the tongue at every point, informing the submissive giant of how well she's doing. So well, in fact, that between all the previous pain inflicted, the tongue's work, and the present stifled shrieks, Sakuya's limits have just about been reached. With a jubilant cry, the knife removes itself from carving up the palm, its work done. Now it's jabbed deep into a bulging bicep, drawing a fresh and proper screech from the oni as readily as it draws a fine splash of crimson. And that's the last stimulus that the maid needs, letting the knife sit half-buried within its new sheath while her lust crests and a potent orgasm overtakes her. With weak little whimpers Yuugi keeps up her work down below until such a time as her mistress has given her the go-ahead to not. Failure to, after that earlier threat, might mean remaining here instead of departing for the mansion, not a fate she wants. Like that she finds herself buried deep within the maid, privy to every contraction around her tongue as time seems to stretch on, looking up above upon the spasms and sounds brought by throes of ecstasy. Eventually, however, even this lengthy climax must fade, and so it does as Sakuya steps back.