Her Brother's Keeper

Mako and Divine pulled Yamato over, all the way into a little room they'd set up just for this simple occasion. It was really just a supply room that no one was using anymore, but it was perfect for their purpose - nice, thick walls, a door with a lock that no one probably had the key to anymore, where they'd be extremely unlikely to have any interruptions, and enough space to fit a fullsized table with enough room left to walk around.

Stone closed the door behind them and locked it, ensuring privacy, while the other two roughly hauled Yamato to the table. Mako grabbed him by the legs, Divine could him under the shoulders, and they lifted him up with a solid heave to drop him right on top of the flat surface. "There you go, big guy."

Divine moved to the side while Mako grabbed some chain from the corner, running a lone finger down the middle of his body, gently tickling the bare skin. As soon as she reached the belly button, she leapt up without a single warning, turned around in mid-air, and dropped into a sit right on his stomach. She didn't weigh all that much, but somehow she doubted Yamato would appreciate that at the moment.

"You're a little confused, I bet." She crossed her legs and looked over her shoulder, watching as Mako started to chain Yamato's limbs to each chair leg. "I'll explain what's going on in a moment, baby. Don't worry. Right now, though, you need to understand one thing: we're about to hurt you, but we'll hurt you significantly more if you put up too much of a fight. So it's in your best interest to sit back and not give us any unnecessary shit."

She rolled her head around and looked down at Yamato with air of total superiority. An earned one. "Nod if you understand."

Yamato was far too dazed to put up any resistance as his body was dragged away into a room somewhere in the arena he’d never been before. But he heard the door close and lock, and knew his situation was only going to get worse before it got better.

His body was then hauled up onto the table. He then felt two very different sensations: a chain moving to bind his limbs and keep him still, while Divine’s finger trailed down his toned torso. Then suddenly, he felt Divine’s weight drop right down on him as she took a seat on his stomach. “Oomph!” he grunted out. She wasn’t a heavy woman by any means, but the impact was still enough to knock a good amount of wind out of his sails, which he didn’t have much of anyway at the moment.

His eyes wandered over the room as his mind desperately tried to put all the pieces together and figure out how to get the hell out of here. Though it didn’t seem either of those would be happening right now. He turned his focus to Divine as she spoke, his worries only getting worse once she confirmed his suspicion that pain was on its way. He tried to jolt his arms and legs forward in a futile attempt to pull them from the chains, but it quickly became clear he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Goddammit...” he muttered, before giving a hesitant nod to the woman perched on top of him. He hoped that failed attempt to free himself wouldn’t come back to bite him too much, though he also hoped things would make some sense when she explained just why they were doing this to him.

Mako had just finished securing one of the chains when Yamato started to pull away at it, like he had a chance of slipping free. He didn't. If there was one thing she knew well, it was chains and how to properly  work with them. Still, any excuse for violence was a good one, so she took the opportunity to bring her elbow up and drop it hard into the meat of his thigh, digging it right into the muscle.

Divine just rolled her eyes at the little display and slid off Yamato's stomach, letting him breathe unrestricted once again. He wouldn't have too many more chances for that soon, so she really hoped he savored the freedom. "Case in point." She nodded at their leader as she moved around, securing his arms next. ""Introductions. This ball of sunshine is Mako. And my name - my preferred name - is Divine. And our intrepid camerawoman here," She pointed towards the tall Valkyrie, getting the usual condescending stare that she'd come to expect. "Is Stone. Say 'hi', Stone."

"Fuck off."

"Lovely." She sighed with a warm smile, bent over and leaned on the table with her elbows, getting down by Yamata's face. "When I'm done here, I'm going to post this video. I'm going to put it on the internet. I'm going to make sure people all over the world see it. But it's mostly aimed at one person in particular, and I think we should address that person from now on. So."

She grabbed Yamato's chin and forced him to look at the camera. "Hey, Mariko. Look what I found." She started to dig her nails into his skin while her eyes stayed focused on the camera. "Smile for your sister, Yamato."

“Agh!” Yamato shouted out, his face contorting in pain as Mako drove the point of her elbow right into his thigh. And he was fortunate Diving slid off of him when she did, allowing him to take some much needed deep breaths. If he had any thoughts of fighting his way out of this, they were pretty much gone now.

His eyes then moved from one Valkyrie to another as they were introduced. And for the first time during all of this, he finally noticed the camera Stone was holding. Why was this being recorded? Were people seeing this right now?

Right on cue, as if she’d read his mind, Divine then got down right by his face and explained what she planned to do, causing an expression of shock, and even a bit of fear to form on his features. But even still, there were more surprises to come. And as Divine gripped his chin and turned his head toward the camera, Yamato cringed in pain as her nails dug into his skin, and was shocked once again as Mariko’s name was mentioned.

“Why... What does Mariko...have to do with this?” he asked, having to grunt out the words while Divine kept her tight grip on his chin.

Mariko was all smiles, until she looked down and saw that Yamato didn't have one on his face, as well. Even though she'd specifically told him. Disobeying orders, not listening to instructions...no, no, that wouldn't do at all.

"When I say 'smile'..." She brought her hand away from Yamato's chin, only to replace the pain by hitting  him across the cheek with a backhanded slap. Full force. Powerful enough to make ears ring. "...you smile."

She stepped back and enjoyed her handiwork while she shook her fingers. The boy had a solid jaw, even hurt herself a little just to do it.

"But I'm glad you asked, Yamato." She reached out and thwipped his nose. "Your sister and I had a little match, a little while back. Things got a little tense." Divine suddenly hopped on the table and brought her leg over Yamato's supple and sinewy body, straddling his chest. She slid her hips back and forth on his pecks, as if trying to whip herself into a fury. "Do you know what sort of person your sister is, Yamato?"ß

Yamato’s chin was released, only for the back of Divine’s hand to smack him right across the cheek, whipping his head to the the side. The girl may not’ve looked like much of a powerhouse, but damn, she really knew how to put some force behind a slap! Once again Yamato’s ears were ringing, and he had to take a moment to shake off the effects of the strike.

He instinctively flinched and turned his head away as his nose was thwipped, but then remained still and listened as the woman talked about the match she’d had with Mariko. He could only wonder what his sister could’ve possibly done to make her so mad she’d want to come after him like this. But then again, this was Mariko they were talking about. A few possibilities came to mind, which almost elicited a chuckle from Yamato’s lips.

But before that could happen, Divine derailed his train of thought by climbing up onto the table again and perching her pretty self right on top of his toned chest. Yamato looked up at the Brazilian beauty as she started to slide her hips to and fro against his body, a small part of him not exactly hating his current situation. But the majority of his mind helped him clearly remember he was helplessly trapped in a room with a vengeful woman and her friends who had outright stated their intentions to hurt him.

“O-of course I do. Better than anyone else..” he said, a confused and questioning expression forming on his features as he answered Divine’s question.

Mako had been talking about bringing whips and cuffs and all sorts of kinky equipment to this little deal, but Divine refused those ideas outright. She knew how to use all of those toys and had done so many times in the past, but for Yamato, she wanted things to be different. More personal. More painful. Her own body was enought to get this job done. That slap in the face didn't just carry pain, but also disrespect. It was the sort of thing that would have Mariko fuming even worse than a lash from the whip, and every blow would be another chance to drive that nail home.

"Do you, now?" She smirked and started to lower her body, bringing her face closer to his. Her hot breath flowed over his face and blew his hair back, and she rubbed the sides of his face in a gentle caress. Almost motherly. "We only met briefly, but I can tell she's a very stubborn woman. After the match was over, we had an intimate moment. All I asked for was a little kiss. And then this happened..."

Divine gave the camera a knowing smile, then dipped down and caught Yamato's mouth in a smoldering kiss, pressing their lips together and sucking the air straight out of him. Her tongue rolled around the sides of his mouth, lapping around from cheeck to cheek, flicked away at his own tongue and bullied it aside like it was taking over.

It was rare, it was hot, it was passionate, and it came to a screeching halt when Divine bit down hard on his lip, just like Mariko had done to her.

Yamato gulped as Divine lowered her face toward his, trying his best to keep as much composure as possible despite the circumstances. He felt her breath brush against his skin and hair, and her soft hands came to gently caress his cheeks. Still, there was nothing gentle about those eyes, especially now that he knew her intentions.

She was right about Mariko stubborn. His sister had an easygoing demeanor, but when she set her mind to something, her mind stayed set on it until she was satisfied with whatever she was doing. But simple determination didn’t seem to be quite what Divine was talking about, especially when she brought their lips together for what would look to anyone else like a very heated, passionate kiss. Again his cheeks went read as he felt her tongue dominate his own while probing his mouth.

But then, pleasure was replaced by a sharp, strong, and abrupt pain as Divine bit down right on his lip. He immediately yelled out in agony while thrashing around, though the chains did their job and kept him securely bound in place. He threw his head from side to side, partially in an attempt to keep his face away from any further harm, but also just in instinctive reaction to the pain he was already experiencing. When he finally held still, he noticed he was looking right at Stone and the camera, giving it a great look at his now bloody lip. Remembering who the target audience was, Yamato quickly shifted his head to face the opposite direction. And inwardly, he desperately hoped Mariko would never see any of this...

This was perfect, Divine decided. It could hardly have been better.

FIrst, she got to taste such a sweet kiss from a young boy, a pleasure she rarely got to partake in these days. Then she got to hear that young boy's screams, another pleasure she rarely got to partake in these days. Yamato made the most exquisite noises, too, and Divine probably would've wound up doing this to him even if he wasn't Mariko's brother.

But he was. She'd see this. That just made everything exponentially more delectable.

The only thing that could've ruined the moment was the way he was trying to look away from the camera, as if he could spare Mariko an ounce of pain. Divine wouldn't allow that, and it was an easy fix.

"Look at the camera, Yamato." Her voice was sultry, but carried an aura of menace along with it, as she reached down slide her hand underneath the waistline of his trunks. Her deft and delicate fingers found his manhood easily enough, and she ran her nails along the underside of his balls. An unspoken threat. "Look. At. It."

She gave him a quick, harsh squeeze, just to make sure her intentions were clear. And because it was fun.

Yamato heard his captor loud and clear when she told him to look at the camera. But he didn’t do it. At least not at first. He knew it would cost him heavily if he didn’t comply with any and every order he was given, but he just didn’t want Mariko to see him like this. Just the thought alone hurt every bit as much as that bite on his lip. He knew how much the sight would hurt his sister.

Unfortunately, so did Divine, and she wasn’t about to let him take even a moment away from that. And he immediately tensed up as her hand slid its way around his balls. The threat was silent, but Yamato understood exactly what she meant. And now he had to make a choice. Pain was coming either way, and sooner or later this would all make its way to Mariko for her to see. But if he didn’t do as told, it was pretty clear that could likely be much worse.

The quick squeeze of Divine’s hand caused Yamato to jolt and wince in pain, and it also helped him make his decision. Slowly, he turned his head to face the camera once again and looked right at it, just as he was told to do.