Disclaimer:  These characters do not belong to me in any way, shape, or form.  The Samurai Troopers are owned by Sunrise and affiliates.  This was done with no intention of profit. 

 

A special thanks to Totally Rockin’ for correcting my horrible grammer and Johanna for keeping me from fading to black.

 

 

The Gift – To Shu’ten From the Masho

By Nova (sailornova@excite.com)

 

 

"I am going for a walk, guys. Be back soon," called Nasuti as she walked out the door. She realized it was dangerous, but as long as she stayed within sight of the house she should be fine. She really needed some time alone, time just to listen to the silence.  I love you guys, but if I don’t get some time to myself I am going to lose my mind.

 

As she walked in and around trees in a weaving path, every once in awhile she would look back toward the house and make sure she was still close enough to get the guys’ attention if she needed it. She stepped over a fallen log and spied a beautiful group of wild flowers. She crouched down to smell them, but pulled back in horror as she saw a metal clad foot among the flowers. Her eyes followed the armor until she was looking into the eyes of Anubis, the Yami Masho. Leaping to her feet, she spun around to head for the house, only it was nowhere to be seen.

 

"You made it too easy," commented Rajura as he flickered into view.

 

"Stupid girl, the house was an illusion all along," snickered Anubis

 

Nasuti turned making a mad dash for the nearest trees, but she only took a few steps before she felt Rajura’s webs wrap around her. "NOOO!!!"

 

Anubis sighed in disappointment. "The least she could have done is brought a Trooper with her. It would have been more fun to steal her with those boys watching and spouting their poor little threats."

 

"Oh well, let’s get back. Naza should be ready for her by now."

 

Nasuti shivered in fear at the look in Rajura’s eyes. What are they planning?

 

As they faded from view, she could only imagine what horrors they had in mind for her.

 

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They reappeared in Naza’s chambers; he was working at his bench mixing his foul potions.

 

"Here she is. Is it ready?" questioned Anubis.

 

"Yes." Turning he held aloft a green liquid. He approached and stood in front of Nasuti. "I do not suppose it is any use asking you to drink this, so we will just do it the hard way."

 

Rajura held her still, while Anubis grabbed her head and forced her jaw open. Naza poured the liquid down her throat. Anubis then closed her mouth and sealed her nose until she was forced to swallow. "That should do it," said Naza, a sickening reptilian smile on his face. Do what? What was in that foul concoction?

 

"Are you sure this will work?" asked Rajura doubtfully. “We need Shu’ten to be busy for a while.  If she could be a permanent distraction, it would be even better.  He would fall out of favor more quickly if he is preoccupied and inattentive of Arago.”

 

"Oh yes, Shu’ten will be very pleased with his gift," Naza replied with a chuckle that sent fingers of ice down her spine.  “She will have his complete attention for quite a while.”

 

The Masho are plotting against each other, and I am their next weapon.

 

The room faded from view.

 

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They appeared in a bedchamber. Nasuti only saw a quick glimpse of a large four-poster bed before the Masho caught her full attention. The webbing was gone and only Rajura’s arms held her. He had her wrists in one hand, stretched high above her head. She tried to struggle, but he was too strong for her. She could not even twist her arms. Anubis stepped in front of her and looked into her eyes. She was chilled to the bone by what she saw there.

 

A horrible smile spread across his face as he looked her over. "You will not be needing these clothes." The undisguised lust in his voice froze her blood. He grasped the neck of her shirt and tore it from her body. He then proceeded to shred the rest of her clothes until she stood there naked, quivering in fear. Anubis reached out on gloved hand and cupped one of her full breasts. "I almost envy Shu’ten." Nasuti shrank from his touch, only to come up against Rajura behind her.

 

“I will just have to keep you occupied elsewhere,” Rajura purred. His breath teased her ear as he spoke.  Anubis’ gaze went to the one-eyed Masho behind her.  She felt a measure of relief not having to meet those burning eyes. The Masho’s evil laughter filled the room as they disappeared leaving her alone. The minute they were gone she ran to the bed and pulled the blood red silk sheet off and wrapped it around her self.

 

Nasuti began pacing the room. Her thoughts were jumbled images of what was going to happen to her. But after about a dozen circles around the room, when every moment she expected the door to open on Shu’ten, she felt her skin begin to tingle where the silk rubbed against it. She stopped and sat down on the bed trying to relax. Calm, be calm, panicking will get you nowhere. Closing her eyes, taking slow deep breaths, she tried to slow her pounding heart.  Her eyelids snapped open in frustration; it wasn’t working. The tingling continued, in fact was getting worse.  It must have something to do with that liquid they forced down my throat.  I’ve never felt anything like this before.

 

She began to walk again, but the silk, the blasted silk sheet, was so irritating where it brushed against her legs. And yet she couldn’t throw it off, as she had the urge to do. It was her only claim to modesty.

 

She stopped in the middle of the room, standing perfectly still. That didn’t work either. It was as if every nerve in her body screamed with energy, urging her to move, to do. Standing still was impossible. She began to fidget, to stretch – God, she had never in her life felt such restlessness. And then there was something else. She thought she could actually feel the blood rushing through her veins. She felt so strange and warm.

 

She sat down on the bed and heard herself groan. Her eyes flared wide at the sound. What is wrong with me? Oh god, what have they done to me?!? She couldn’t stand it any longer, she had to get rid of the sheet, if only for a few moments.

 

Nasuti let the sheet fall, then shivered as it slid down her arms and back to pool around her hips. Reflexively she crossed her arms over her breasts, then felt a shock clear down to her toes. She gasped. Her breasts had never been so sensitive. But  what frightened her was that the shock had been pleasurable.

 

When she looked down at herself, she was amazed to see her skin flushed to match the warmth she was feeling. And her nipples were hard little nubs, tingling.  The tingling was everywhere. Something was definitely wrong. The fire was rushing through her veins in waves and culminating in her groin.

 

Unconsciously Nasuti fell back on the bed, squirming restlessly. It was then she recognized the feeling. She had experienced desire before, but nothing to compare to the sensations running through her now.  This was pure unadulterated lust.  Oh god, how could they do this to me? She was consumed by a fever, so restless, so much she couldn’t seem to control the movements of her own body. She curled up on the bed in a moment of frightful despair. The sheet was cool against her burning skin. She stretched out on her stomach, and for a few blessed moments she felt some relief. A pleasant lassitude enveloped her, and she started to hope the crisis was over – but it didn’t last. She could feel hot surges of sensation beginning again, building in strength, and insistent throbbing in her groin, an ache. Oh, God!!

 

She twisted over onto her back in the middle of the bed, her arms thrown out at her sides. Her head tossed back and forth, her breath came in little gasps. She was losing control completely, her body arching, twisting, thrusting, and she didn’t even realize she was doing it. She had no conception of time. Her nudity, the situation she was in, all were forgotten in the raging fever consuming her.

 

Twenty minutes later, when Shu’ten entered the room, Nasuti was beyond thinking about anything except the burning heat in her body. She was thrashing about on the bed and moaning quite audibly. She didn’t hear him come in. She didn’t know he stood watching her, dark, velvet eyes fascinated by her every movement. The erotic picture she presented had arrested Shu’ten. Her body, undulating and arching, gyrating on the bed, seemed in the throes of sexual passion. He had always been aware of these motions in his more passionate bed partners, had felt such movements under him, delighted in them, but never had he observed them from a distance. The scene was immediately effective. He could feel his manhood springing to life beneath the loose kimono that was all he wore.

 

When Nasuti finally became aware of his presence, he was standing at the foot of the bed, leaning casually against the bedpost. Her eyes widened in fear.

 

He was shocked when he finally looked into her eyes. Another surprise. Such color, fear mixed with smoldering passion. He dropped the note he carried with him on the bedside table. It read "Enjoy your gift" signed the Mashos. He knew that Naza had conjured up a potion to cause this effect, but that did not dampen the effect of his arousal.

 

When he sat down beside her, her eyes turned to him. She quieted a bit, but she couldn’t stop her body. He leaned over and softly brushed his lips against hers. She gasped at the small touch. Shu’ten could not help but give a low laugh. Such a combination of fear and sexual allure, he found her delightful.

 

"You didn’t like that?" he asked slowly stroking her cheek.

 

"No, I … oh, what did they do to me?"

 

"Naza has given you a powerful aphrodisiac. Do you know what that is?"

 

"No, uh yes, but never felt … ohhh"  It was more than that, but she couldn’t think.   Couldn’t concentrate on anything outside what was happening to her body.

 

"I can help you with this torture. You only need to ask."

 

"NO!!"

 

Shu’ten sat back with an easy grin, it was only a matter of time before she begged for his assistance. He could wait. He continued to caress her cheek, which was flushed a delicate rose, like the rest of her lovely body. "Are you sure?" As he spoke, his free hand dropped to her breast. Her cry was sharp and agonized. "Too sensitive, sweet? You need immediate relief, don’t you?" He moved the hand to the dark triangle of brown curls between her legs.

 

"Don’t! Oh, no, you mustn’t!" But even as she protested, her hips thrust up against his fingers.

 

"It is the only way, Nasuti," his deep voice assured her. "You just don’t realize it yet."

 

Nasuti moaned as the throbbing accelerated with his touch. He slid his fingers through the soft curly hair of her groin. Gently he parted her nether lips, she was very wet and her essence covered his fingers. Her mind balked at what he was doing with his fingers, but she was powerless to stop him as she had been to cover herself when he first appeared. She needed the coolness of his soothing hands. She needed…

 

"Oh, oh, God!" she screamed as pleasure erupted in shuddering, pulsating waves that went on and on, flooding her senses, washing away the unbearable heat.  Nasuti floated down into a sea of blissful lassitude. The tension had all drained away, leaving her sated and infinitely relaxed.

 

"You see, Nasuti?" His voice robbed her of peace. "It was the only way."

 

Nasuti eyes flew open. She had forgotten about him. How could she forget? It was he who had brought her relief from that molten heat. Oh, God, what had she let him do? He was sitting there watching her, and she gazed back - determined not give in any more than she already had.

 

She half sat up and looked about for the top sheet, but it had long ago slid to the floor beyond reach. She started after the cover at the foot of the bed, but he anticipated her intention and his arm slid across her stomach, keeping her in place beside him.

 

"You lie back and relax. You have only a few minutes of respite. It will all begin again, sweet one. Conserve your strength while you are able."

 

No. It couldn’t start again. “Let me go!” She demanded, “You have no right to keep me here!"

 

"You are free to leave," he said magnanimously, a slight smile on his lips. He was quite sure she would never get off the bed. "I am not stopping you. You may leave if you can but reach the door."

 

"You will not try to stop me?" she asked distrustfully.

 

"I shall remain right here upon the bed," he replied, spreading his arms wide.

 

A determined glint lit in her eyes as she attempted to get off the bed. She was adorable in her anger and stubbornness. Shu’ten felt an overwhelming desire to kiss her blended with a desire to take her in his arms. She was potent, this surprising gem, and he was on fire to have her after watching her reach her climax.  But, he must be patient. He didn’t have to take from her what she would willingly give soon enough.

 

Nasuti slid to the edge of the bed and eased her feet to the floor. Her toes had just the cool stone when… "Oh, no, no!" she growled in frustration.  The fever was starting, the heat flowing through her veins, swiftly getting hotter. She looked at him for a moment in abject misery before turning away with a groan. The ache had returned so swiftly. He hadn’t lied. And now she knew she would never make it anywhere near the door. Anger, shame, pride, all slid away like rain down a gutter.

 

Desperately, she tried to control her traitorous body. 

 

The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth.  She had bitten her lip till it bled in her attempt to master her reaction.

 

"Please!" She squirmed, looking into those velvety eyes of his again. "Help me!"

 

"My pleasure." Satisfaction glittered in his eyes.

 

He stood and slipped his kimono off. He was naked beneath it, and Nasuti sucked in her breath, seeing his manhood thrust boldly forward.

 

He took a few more moments to just watch her writhe against the sheet.  But those few precious moments were too much for her.

 

She turned to him, her eyes beseeching, lips parted enticingly, hair all bedraggled, and flesh quivering. God, she was beautiful like this, so incredibly sensual. "I can’t bear it any more. Shu’ten, do what you will, please, anything – just do it now."

 

Shu’ten smiled with amazement. The little wench had managed to turn a plea into a command he was quite willing to obey. He stretched out on the bed next to her and drew her close. She sighed at the contact of his flesh, but the sigh quickly turned to a whimper. She had waited too long. Her skin was too sensitive again, everywhere, but especially her breasts, damn. He wanted to feel her exquisite body under his hands. He would have to wait.

 

"Next time, Nasuti, don’t wait so long." His voice was sharp with frustration. "This will last for hours, but there is no need for you to suffer through any of it. Do not deny me again."

 

"No—I won’t—only please, Shu’ten, hurry!"

 

He could wait no longer. Her hips were thrusting wildly against him, firing his passion to an alarming height. He rolled on top of her, resting on his elbows, his long upper arms keeping the massive width of his chest well above her. He licked the blood from her lips before he bent to taste their sweetness, and they were sweet, distracting, but the gyrations of her lower body would not let him forget the matter at hand.

 

He released her lips to move into position, cupping her face between his large hands. He wanted to watch again as she received her pleasure, to see ecstasy reflected in her eyes. He thrust deep—and she screamed. He ripped through her maidenhead burying himself within her tight channel. She had closed her eyes, and a single tear slid from the corner of one. Her pain was quickly forgotten as she availed herself of the hard shaft embedded deep with in her, undulating provocatively, drawing him in even more—exquisite.

 

He groaned, gritting his teeth, letting her have her way as long as possible, but it didn’t take long before she soared over the edge. And although he would have prolonged his own pleasure, the throbbing pulsations he felt within her were his undoing. He joined her in climax, grinding his hips fiercely against her and hearing her cry out as she exploded yet again.

 

Shu’ten moved to the side of the bed and poured himself a bit of brandy from the bottle that was on the table. He would have to wash the stains of her virginity from her, but he would wait until she would better appreciate it. He smiled, contemplating that. Already he was anticipating bringing her to another climax.

 

He moved back, sitting sideways, resting one arm on the side of her hip. She still wouldn’t look at him until he brought the cool, round base of the brandy goblet to play across one pointed nipple. He chuckled, delighting in the way her eyes flared. He bent forward and flicked her other nipple with the tip of his tongue. Nasuti jerked in response and then groaned when he took her breast fully into his mouth. Instinctively her hands moved into his hair to pull him away. He responded to this resistance by closing his teeth gently on her nipple until she gave in and allowed him his way. But soon she was ready for him again.

 

Shu’ten left the bed to get a washcloth that he dipped in cold water. When he returned to her, he applied it to her body first, waiting until her inner heat was near raging, then doused the cloth with ice water from a pitcher and pressed it between her legs.

 

Nasuti went wild with the combined pleasure of icy cold to quench the heat and stimulation where she most needed it. She came almost instantly and continued on and on until he was finally done cleaning her.

 

He left once again to wash himself and when he came back, he settled himself between her legs to suckle at her breasts. She didn’t have the will to protest. She needed him. That had been proven beyond a doubt.

 

Nasuti gained another peak by grinding herself against his pelvis while he continued to caress her breasts. And then he used his fingers again, while his tongue explored every inch of her mouth. The double stimulation each time added to her pleasure, magnifying the intensity to an almost unbearable pitch. Yet nothing was as completely satisfying as when he finally used his body, the deep penetration fulfilling a baser need, leaving a blessed contentment.

 

And so it went throughout the night. What he said proved true. She didn’t suffer again. As long as she obeyed his every command, he was there to soothe and relieve and give her hour after hour of the most incredible ecstasy, with his hands, his mouth and his body. She was sure that he now knew every inch of her body intimately. But she didn’t care. This night was not real. Could not be real. Please, God, do not let it be real!!