Madness Takes Hold

Author: Chang Wufei Title: "Madness takes Hold -- Rape"

Madness takes Hold -- Rape
By Chang Wufei
Please send any comments to deathscythe@earthling.net
Go easy on me, it's my first Slayers lemon.
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Insert standard disclaimer and lemon warning here.
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It was a sweltering day. In such weather Zelgadis really hated his
stony skin. Sure, it had its advantages. He couldn't sweat. Sweat
wouldn't run into his eyes, nor soak his shirt with perspiration. But
rock was a horrible good conductor of heat, and it was hell to touch
the burning rocky surface of his arms and face. Trust Amelia to pick a
day like this for travelling.
He looked over to where she was skipping along, completely unaware of
the heat and Zelgadis' discomfort. She had it lucky, thought Zelgadis.
With her characteristically cheerful attitude to everything, today was
simply a walk in the forest. The only thing on her mind at the moment
was the huge meal and long bath she'd get once they'd caught up with
Lina and Gourry, who were already at the inn.
Still, Amelia was good company, filling in the long silences that
Zelgadis allowed to hang in the conversation. Of course, she was still
the same justice-loving over-the-top crazy lunatic she was when
Zelgadis had first met her. But she had mellowed out slightly over time
and was no longer a super-hyper-justice fan, but merely a super-justice
fan, and only half as annoying. Zelgadis would be the last person to
admit it, but he had come to care deeply for this half-demented
hyperactive girl.
For her part, Amelia's crush on Zelgadis had abated somewhat, which he
was aware of, but it didn't get in the way of their friendship. Her
idolization of him had given way to something else. She knew that he'd
never see her as more than a good friend or younger sister. Still, it
didn't stop her from trying.
Something caught Amelia's eye. "Ne-e-e, Zelgadis-san!" she called.
There was an object buried in the earth with only a rusted corner
sticking out. It didn't look very much out of the ordinary... yet
something drew her attention to it. Curiously she bent down and peered
at it.
Zelgadis rubbed his sore skin and immediately regretted his action.
"What is it, Amelia?" he groaned disinterestedly. He was too tired to
go on one of Amelia's treasure hunts.
"Look at this!" she said. Carefully she scraped away the dirt
surrounding the object with a stone. "Why, it's an ornament of some
sort with an engraving on it... looks like a circle with a cross in the
middle..."
Zelgadis' sleepy mood was replaced by horror as a flash of recognition
shot through him. "Don't touch that, Amelia!" He leapt towards her and
snatched it away before she could touch it.
"Zelgadis-san, what's wrong?" Amelia said in concern, as Zelgadis drew
his arm back to fling it away.
If Zelgadis had had time, he would have explained to Amelia that the
circle quartered by a cross was in fact one of Rezo's attempts to make
a mind-control device. Zelgadis had seen several of them when he'd
worked for Rezo. In the end they had been abandoned because of some
undesirable side-effects.
But it was too late. The device had done its work. Zelgadis could only
stand in horror as the object in his hand shot out a single flare of
light and quivered, and the last thing he remembered was screaming to
Amelia, "Run!!" before the madness took hold of him and darkness
enveloped his mind...
"Zelgadis-san?" repeated Amelia. "Are you all right?" She hurried
towards him and halted when he turned upon her with threatening speed.
"Zel-zelgadis-san?" She didn't like the abnormal glow in his eyes.
"Zelgadis-san, you're scaring me..." Amelia tried to hide the tremor in
her voice.
Zelgadis blinked once, as if trying to wrestle back control over his
mind. Then the last flicker of sanity left him. He drew his head back
and roared, flinging his arms about wildly. The mind-control device
flew from his hand and rolled away unnoticed, finally coming to a stop
when it bounced against a rock. His hands pulled crazily at his clothes
in an effort to stop the pain. Shreds and tatters of fabric fell to the
ground. He stood there, tall and fully naked, like an untamed beast.
Then his wild eyes saw Amelia. He leapt at her, teeth bared and hands
clawed. Amelia screamed when he knocked her heavily to the ground,
growling ferally. His clawed fingers tore at her shirt and clothes in
one swipe. Thick red lines of blood slowly began appear along her white
flesh, and soon she was reduced to nakedness as well.
The girl was too shocked to scream. Only when the mad chimera brought
his stony twisted fingers down a second time to strike her did she
react.
"Fireball!" she shrieked. A ball of power formed in her right palm, and
it took all her willpower to aim it at Zelgadis and let it go. To her
horror, the fireball hit him in the side, fizzling and screeching like
a soccer ball, but the chimera was unharmed. In fact, all it did was
enrage him further. He howled and raised his arm, preparing to pound
his fist into Amelia's face. The girl cried out and flinched, squeezing
her eyes shut.
After a while, when the blow still hadn't come, Amelia risked a quick
look and opened her eyes. The stony clawed hand had stopped millimetres
from her face, and it was spread out into a palm directly above her
nose. The girl could smell a grainy mixture of sweat, blood and dust.
What was he doing? she wondered fearfully. Now the fingers were
trembling, like leaves on a stalk. Then, they left her view and Amelia
could see Zelgadis' face. What she saw rocked her to the core. There
was a look in the chimera's eyes, a look Amelia had seen before all too
often -- when the four of them trashed bandits' camps, or rid the world
of evil, as she'd put it, she often noticed this wild glaze in their
eyes. She saw it now in Zelgadis.
Then the grey stony fingers reached down, and stroked her cheek. The
tough was cold and rough, not at all gentle as Amelia had often
imagined it to be. The fingers were seeking, curious, unaccustomed to
such softness and paleness. The girl cringed and tried to escape his
questioning caress, to no avail.
Now, the fingers touched her lips, tracing down to her chin and along
her neck, finally coming to rest between her breasts on her sternum.
The girl felt as if she was being scratched by a rock. Zelgadis' stone
hand was quite heavy and it was getting difficult to breath. The look
in Zelgadis' eyes shifted slightly, to one of confusion. What were
these two soft objects on both sides of his hand? They were bleeding,
streaked with blood. He'd done that, he had. He spread his fingers
wide, and the length of his hand span was just long enough to poke the
two round things in their middles. Amelia watched him warily.
Probably Amelia was expecting it to happen all along. Still, it was
quite a shock to suddenly feel two pebbly hands clamping onto her
breasts and squeezing them. She yelped and kicked herself away from
him, but the chimera's grip was strong. Immediately the iron fingers
closed shut and compressed tightly. The pain was unbearable, reminding
Amelia of what deliquent palace boys from earlier years used to do to
her -- they called it the 'nipple cripple.' It was one thing to get a
nipple cripple from weak male hands, however, and another to get it
from Zelgadis' powerful claws.
Zelgadis started to get cramps in his fingers, and he had to let go.
But he was just starting to enjoy this game. Once the tension in his
hands eased, he squeezed on Amelia's breasts and let go immediately. He
liked to feel them give way to his grasp and spring back into shape
quickly. Amelia didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Sure, she'd
dreamed of this moment for ages. She wanted to be in this position,
she'd imagined it countless times -- Zel's hands on her, around her, in
her... but not like this, not now, not when he was...
Amelia's breasts lost their novelty as soon as the disoriented Chimera
found something else of interest -- the blood on his hands. Bringing
his head down, he inhaled the scent deeply. Mmm, that smell of sweat
and blood. Smelt good. Good enough to taste. Cautiously, he opened his
mouth a fraction and drew his tongue along the girl's chest. More blood
here. He wanted more. He opened his whole mouth and pressed his lips to
her breasts so as to take in more. He discovered that there was another
mysterious odour, not unpleasant, rather, vaguely thrilling, and
excited something deep inside him. There was anothe weird feeling that
what he was doing was wrong, but he pushed that aside easily. Sniffing
along the soft mounds to find the source of this peculiar tang, he
found it -- it came from the red tip at the top of the mound. Without
further ado he snapped his lips around it firmly, and sucked.
Amelia responded in a way that both aroused her and sickened her. She
arched back, so that her chest came forward and filled Zelgadis' face.
She had put her hands on top of his gritty shoulders, to push him away,
but somehow she found herself holding onto them for support. Sensing
this, the chimera slid his hands roughly into the small of the girl's
back, propping her up. This did nothing to help Amelia's apprehension.
She choked, finally finding the strength to speak. "Zel-zelgadis-san?
Please? Will you--will you stop--ung! Stop, please! You're... ah...
hurting me..." The words dissolved into a whimper and went ignored. She
pulled her legs under her, pushing against the ground and his shoulders
in an effort to pull herself out of his grasp, but lack of blood and
hysteria were making her weak. She had only stood halfway up when her
knees gave way and she slithered forward into Zelgadis' lap. Half-
sitting and half-sprawling, there, in his arms, she burst into tears.
Vaguely, the chimera became aware of something new, something moist. It
was trickling down the girl's neck, but it was something transparent,
unlike blood. He could smell that it was not sweat, and when he licked
at it, it was salty. He looked up, and to his faint curiosity, the
moistness was coming from her eyes. He pointed a finger to touch the
falling moisture, oblivious to the girl's surprised blink and gasp.
This moisture was sending pangs of electricity through him. He began to
growl softly. He did not like the thoughts these falling drops of
liquid were giving him.
He realised that there was a squishly liquid on his legs as well, but
it could not be coming from him, since he sensed that his skin was
unable to sweat or bleed. So, it must be coming from the girl. He
brought his hand down to his lap where the girl was still sitting.
Feeling his way up her legs, he eventually reached the girl's crotch.
Amelia guessed where this was heading, and out of sheer desperation,
put her hands between her legs to stop Zelgadis from advanving further.
The chimera merely grabbed her wrists and held them to her stomach. The
girl lost her balance and fell onto her back, exposing her abdomen
helplessly.
With his other hand, Zelgadis touched the girl's nether region. Ooh,
but those lips were soft and tender, more tender than the girl's
breasts. His tough fingernails scratched the girl painfully, and she
cried out again. Zelgadis continued to explore. When his fingers
accidentally brushed a sensitive little nub, Amelia spasmed and brought
her knees together, locking the chimera's hand in place. He snarled and
pried her legs open again with the one hand.
Then he felt it, that hot, searing moisture. His fingers couldn't get
enough of it. They probed and poked and explored, each new touch
eliciting a moan of horror from the girl. Almost by mistake, his
forefinger slid into a tight wet hole. The girl bit her lips tightly,
suppressing a scream. This was insane, she stammered to herself, even
more so when the chimera drew his hand up to his mouth to taste the
stuff on his fingers. He liked what he tasted.
All Amelia could do while Zelgadis speared his tongue inside of her
virginal hole was hope that he would get tired of her and abandon her
here, instead of experimenting more. She tried to concentrate on
everything but the increasing tension in her crotch and the shame that
was attacking every brain cell in her mind. She hardly noticed when her
body reacted, seizing and rocking wildly against Zelgadis' face.
No such luck. Pulling away from the girl's crotch, the chimera seemed
to finally notice the grotesque rod protruding from between his legs.
He looked at it in amazement, then at Amelia's tight red opening.
Zelgadis blinked. That moment of hesistation seemed to decide him. He
crawled forward, holding the girl's legs apart with both hands.
"NOOO!" Amelia screamed.
Then he was on her, upon her, and thrusting his rock-hard meat into
her, pumping and withdrawing again, then shoving it in even harder. His
erect penis was made of pure, stiff rock. It scraped mercilessly at the
insides of Amelia's virgin cunt, tearing away flesh like a bulldozer.
The pain between her legs seemed to settle into a mere gentle pounding,
and Amelia sighed. She looked up at the feral snarl etched on Zelgadis'
face, and wondered why this was differing so much from her own
fantasies. A few tears, mixed with blood, rolled down her cheeks.
Zelgadis, meanwhile, continued to pound away. He was beginning to enjoy
the feel of the tense, moist hole hugging to his dick, and didn't want
to stop. He shot his load repeatedly, but he still wanted to go deeper,
and deeper. Pressing his hands onto the girl's shoulders, he pushed her
into the ground so as to lower himself further, and in doing so,
brought his face down to meet hers. Their eyes met, hers filled with
fear and shame, his devoid of any tender emotion.
A tear rolled down the corner of her eye, and onto the ground.
Zelgadis stared.
Leaning downwards, he parted his lips slightly and placed them on the
corner of her eye, in hopes of catching another tear on his tongue.
They kept coming. He pulled her upright in an effort to lap them all
up. They spilled freely out of her eyes and down her cheeks, and
Zelgadis tried to follow them with his tongue.
The tears trickled down onto her lips, and rested there. Zelgadis'
mouth found its way there, too, and their lips met in an impromptu
kiss.
He's still going to kiss me, after all this? Amelia choked back her
tears, finding nothing comforting nor caring in his stony mouth. Yet
she couldn't stop herself from returning the gesture, her lips opening
slightly to allow his probing tongue in, and her eyes half-closing.
After all, she did love him.
The spell broke.
Tears began to roll down Zelgadis face, too. His senses came back to
him slowly, one by one. The madness disappeared from his eyes and were
replaced with sanity. His lips, still on Amelia's, kissed genuinely
this time, and the girl could feel the difference. She drew back
slightly, to see the chimera's horrified eyes taking in what had
happened.
"Zel-zelgadis-san...?" she whispered.
A cry escaped from his mouth. "Amelia... what have I done?" He took a
few frightened steps back.
"Yo, Zel! What's taking you guys so long?" called a familiar voice. "We
were getting kinda worried about you back at the inn, and Gourry just
had to come--come looking... for... you guys..." Lina stopped short,
just as she reached them. "What are you doing?" There was a strangled
note in her voice. Amelia saw them, and smiled.
"Finally... you came..." She gave way to shock and exhaustion.
Gourry just stared, speechless.
Zelgadis' gaze darted frantically from one person to another. "Oh, my
God... Lina, I... what the hell... I didn't mean..." It was then that
his eyes fell on the blond swordsman, who was drawing his sword
menacingly. "Gourry, what... I, it was a mistake! I had no idea what I
was--"
"You bastard." Gourry's voice was low. "You bastard. How dare you."
"I didn't want to!" Zelgadis cried. "I didn't mean to!" He turned in
shame, stumbling over his tattered clothes, tripping over his feet as
he ran. He wanted nothing more than to get away from their accusing
looks, their reproving fingers.
"You're not going anywhere." Gourry stalked after him at a slow, steady
but murderous pace.
"Gourry, what are you--" Lina started after him.
"Zelgadis. How dare you. How dare you."
"Gourry! Stop, for God's sake!"
"She was Amelia. She trusted you. You son of a bitch! I'm gonna--"
"Stop! Gourry, it's Zelgadis!" Lina ran forward and tried to stop him.
"Yeah, and that's Amelia!"
To Lina's surprise, Gourry was trembling.
"Forget Zel! Right now we have to help Amelia, okay?"
They turned back to the unconscious girl, and wordlessly Gourry hefted
her gently onto his shoulder.
"C'mon, let's take her back to the inn."
"What about--what about Zelgadis?" It was hard for Gourry to even
mention his name.
"We'll... worry about him later."
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