Mother Isis, Father Death- 2/?
Title: Mother Isis, Father Death
Chapter: 2/?
Author: shadowweb11
Genre: Smutty AU, romance, fluff, and humor (my attempts at)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: gazettE x OC, G-Dragon x OC, Uruha x Kai (one-sided for Uru for now)
Warnings: Trigger warnings for rape (Kind of), slavery, BDSM some chapters, not beta'd, and a lot of bad language
Disclaimer: I do not own the band, they belong to themselves and their current label company. G-Dragon belongs to himself and his current label company. This story is purely fictional. Any relation to real-life happenings is purely coincidental. I take ownership of the story and the OC.
Summary: AU where the south won in the civil war. Since Japan was heavily influenced by North America in WWII, they embraced slavery. Japan later took over South Korea, and enslaved them. In modern day, the act of slavery still goes on strong in Japan- 78% of people have been reported to own slaves. This is the story of a half-breed slave named Savannah 'Isis' Jeong under the command of the Gazette drummer, Kai.
Note: There's a lot of word exhange in this chapter, so sorry about that... But anyway enjoy!
Beta reader job opening! Beta reader wanted! Extra extra![Rated R for this Chapter]
"Master Kai will probably have to go and get you new clothes, but this'll have to do for now."
I nodded as he handed me a wad of clothes. This used to be his... Mmm, they smell nice. I quickly put them on, minding my collar. They were a bit big on me, and felt weird, but it worked.
"Thank you, um... Joeng was it?"
"Those above me call me Joeng- It's my slave name. But you can call me Ji-Yong."
Wow. G-Dragon, huh? What a beautiful name... I smiled and nodded,
"Can I call you Ji?"
He nodded.
"My name is Savannah. But others call me... Is-is? It's hard to pronounce."
"I think they mean to say Isis. Japanese have trouble with pronounciation."
I followed along to the living room of the area as he spoke, quietly giggling.
"So, speaking about Kai... Does it go well around here? Is he strict?"
"No, not at all! He's pretty calm about most things, so you should be fine."
As we chatted, I sat down on the couch as Ji-Kwon cleaned up the area. Most of it was pretty much already spotless, so he simply moved small trinkets around and checked everything once or twice. Nice ass... Wait, no! Bad mind! Bad!
"So, you told me I was a... Sex slave? Do you, you know, know anything about his demands, possibly?"
I gulped at the thought.
"I don't know, to be honest. Though, for a time I thought he was gay, since he never brought anyone home other than his bandmates... By the way, you do understand Japanese, right?"
"Yeah..."
"Good. Just do whatever he asks you to do, and you should be fine."
"I don't really know how to... You know... Do it..."
I blushed profusely at that.
"What? Do you need me to show you?"
I could feel myself turn into a tomato. How could he just say it so non-chalante like that?!
"Well, I um... Maybe..."
I looked at the ground in shame. I noticed his feet moving himself towards me, and heard a small giggle. I looked up to see Ji-Kwon smiling lightly as he walked towards me. He guided my hand towards his crotch and had me rub. Oh, god... Wait, no! Can't he just get a banana, or something? I didn't expect this...
"It's not too complicated, the entire thing. But I guess you'll have to get used to it. And of course, knowing all the things a guy likes, I'll have to let you in on that."
I bit my lip. God, that sounds great! No, wait, fuck. Me. Please. Oh, goddamit. He moved his hand away to gently pull me towards him, as I continued my actions. I unconciously licked my lips as I squeezed the growing bulch, causing a gasp from the other slave. You like that, huh? I smiled wickedly as I brought my other hand up to rub Ji's arm.
"You're a natural at this~"
He cooed as I began to fiddle with his belt. I stopped myself suddenly out of embarassment, noticing what I was doing. I felt myself burn from my profuse blushing.
"Hmm, Isis?"
He looked down at me in confusion.
"Uh, I, um... N-no-nothing! I-it's just..."
I gulped. What am I doing? This is your chance to get with the hot co-worker/slave! But, I just met him... But he's hot! But I only know his name, and that he's a slave! That's it! But... He's hot!
"Hey, Isis..."
The man-servant lowered down to her level, having concern plastered on his face. Do you want your first to be okay-looking Japanese master Kai-sama, or smoking hot Korean slave Ji-Kwon? Huh. Good point. But... I just shoved my head inbetween my legs, embarassed.
"I-I'm sorry. It's just..."
"A bit too soon? You want the banana, don't you?"
I nodded. I heard footsteps walk around the couch and behind me, and looked back to see him picking a banana from a cluster of them on the table.
"Sorry..."
"It's fine..."
Author's Note: Oh look, guys! Smut! (kind of- we're getting there at least >.<) I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Leave a comment, or whatever you feel like giving! (I like cookies. They're delicious, and cholocately, and everything good in this world all combined in one heavenly body...) Anyway, expect more activity from me! This is so fun to write!