Subject: [FFML] [Ecchi 1a][repost][dark][lemon]
From: Catbert25@aol.com
Date: 1/19/1999, 8:51 AM
To: ffml@fanfic.com

	I got enough mail asking about this or asking for previous parts that I
decided to repost it instead.

Ecchi: A fanfic nightmare.

	Warning: This is a very graphic story. It contains scenes of gratuitous sex,
naughty tentacles, bad language, violence, and really cool one liners.
	You have been warned!

..
	
	Her name was Kiri Saotori. She was a foreign exchange student from Japan. The
school year had almost ended and her revenge would be complete. It would cost
her own life, but her honor was gone; stolen from her by the one named Dean.
He was your typical blond haired blue eyed football hero. Right down to the
nazi esque patterns of violent behavior. She had not known that though; no one
did. He had been the first foreign boy who really talked to her. He knew
passable Japanese and had friends who seemed to like her. They were great
people. 
	Until two weeks after she met him. He had taken her out and raped her in the
back of his parents car. After she bled on the upholstery he slapped her in
his anger and left her ten miles from home. About a half hour later he
returned to bring her home, begging her to keep quiet about it. She agreed. In
the months that followed she let the wound fester and grow, her hatred got
stronger as she felt ashamed and unfit to return to her family. He had even
bragged about her letting him fuck her. She kept quiet, there was nothing she
could do. Not until now. 
	Her family line was a long history of Japanese witches and Mages. Her family
had always followed the path of light. She had fallen into the murky gray when
the act had been committed. 
	The others had been nice to her. His friend quickly became her own. Her
upbringing kept her from holding them responsible for his actions and she saw
no reason to tell them of their friends dark side. No doubt they had seen it
before; just not in the same way as she had. One boy in particular had been
supportive of her. His name was Robert, everyone called him Duke though, he
was sixteen, a freshman, and almost as handsome as Dean. His nationality was
Irish; he had short cut sandy blonde hair and brown eyes. He kept in
reasonable shape and was of average height. One odd thing about him was the
way he dressed; he always wore a pair of Ray-ban shades and blue jeans. That
is where he earned his nick name. Only a few people knew where it came from
but he liked it enough to prefer it over his own name. He was fairly strong
for his size and also extremely smart. She knew this because she had developed
a crush on him. She kept it secret because of her shame and kept by Dean's
side. She had to keep the image of a happy relationship with him.
	Now was the time for the charade to end. A package had arrived from Okinawa.
Her grandmother had come through for her. Inside was an ancient scroll of
instructions; and she knew exactly where to send the man who had taken her
innocence. A place where he would spend an eternity in the hell of what he had
taken from her. She walked up behind him and slit her wrist completing the
spell. 
	The screaming started before that ever happened. They had gathered for a
pizza after classes that day and were talking about how sorry they were that
she was occupied and could not come. A bitter sweet smile crossed her face as
she realized that she would no longer hold a pleasant memory in their hearts.
Vengeance came first, besides it didn't matter. She was covered in dirt and
blood from the sacrifices that the rite required as well as the grueling
physical pain from the self inflicted wounds. Even without slitting her wrist
she would have died in a few hours anyway. A ball of light formed in her hands
as she uttered the last words of the passage and thrust her hands forward. The
look on his face would justify her eternity in hell, she smiled. 
	Until Robert turned to face her. The look on his face tore at her heart,
first it was concern for her, then a shocking realization. He spun towards
Dean and shoved him to the ground and away from her; Just in time to save him,
but not himself. He vanished in a spectacular burst of light.
	"NOOOOOOO!!!!" she screamed as she fell and died.

	
	Duke awoke in the darkness and frowned. He had no idea where he was or how he
had gotten there. The last thing he remembered was vaulting in front of a
blast of some sort in an effort to shield one of his friends from an angry
witch or something. Then he was here. 
	It was a school room of some sort, he shifted around and sat up only to slam
his head against the bottom of a desk. "Shit!" he muttered as he rubbed at it.
His mind wandered back to what had occurred. Who the hell was that? Why had
she done it? A quick look around and he realized that he may never know the
answer to that. "Where is everybody?" he called.
	He heard something in the background stop that he had failed to notice. He
looked behind him to see a boy about his own age bent over a woman of about
thirty, a very attractive thirty. She was gasping and still unaware of his
presence. The boy however just stared at him in shocked horror. He was dressed
in a high school uniform from a Japanese Manga and he had his hands planted
firmly on the woman's exposed breast. He shifted slightly and Duke realized
that the boy's pants were around his ankles and he was having trouble
disengaging from her because her legs were keeping him in place. "What's wrong
Sho-chan?" she gasped in a passionate voice. 
	"Ooops," said Duke as he just stared back. He wasn't sure where he was but it
sure as hell wasn't the pizza joint.
	"What are you doing here?!!" cried the woman as she finally noticed him. The
boy jumped away from her and faced him angrily.
	"Ah! Geez man! Could you turn around?! I don't want to see that!" cried Duke
as he shielded his face with his arms.
	Neither of the pair looked happy at being interrupted. "Who are you and what
are you doing in my room?" repeated the woman angrily.
	"I'm Robert Coley, you can call me Duke," said the boy reflexively, "And I'm
not even sure where I am, I just sort of woke up here. I think it was a prank,
my friends are known for this sort of thing."
	The pair relaxed visibly, mostly because they didn't recognize him. "Could
you leave?" asked the boy impatiently.
	"Yea, sorry," said Duke as he staggered towards the door.
	"Wait!" cried the woman in a panic, a look of fear crossed her face.
	"Don't worry, I'm not even sure which school I'm in. I won't tell anyone,"
reassured Duke as he walked out the door and into the dark hallways.
	She stood there with an uncertain and fearful look on her face and just
watched helplessly as he wandered away.

	More surprises came when he reached the outside and saw the town he was in.
It was definitely not America. All the signs were in Japanese and the
businesses were all closed around him. It had to be the middle of the night.
Almost in answer the tower above the school chimed in twelve times. He frowned
as he started to walk unsure of what to do. He only knew one thing; this was
not one of his friend's jokes.
	He walked deeper into the business section of the town and sighed as he began
to see people around him. None of them looked Japanese though, well most of
them didn't anyway. Those that did where mostly men. Many of the women had
strange hair colors, like green and blue. He stopped suddenly.
	"I can read all the signs!" he cried in shock. "What the hell is going on
here?!"

	A small ball of light stood before the great doors of what appeared to be a
temple before a great doorway. Behind it thousands of other lights awaited
their turn to enter. The light floated silently forward and stopped before a
great podium. Behind it sat a great being who was ten times the size of any
man, it glared angrily at the ball. "Why have you come before me? You are a
lost soul, you can never enter heaven or hell. Your soul was wasted on petty
revenge! Failed revenge at that!!" cried the great booming voice from the
heavenly altar.
	"Lord Enma. I come not for final judgment, I knew my fate before I died. I
need help, an innocent soul has been unjustly sentenced because of my own
error," said the soul before him.
	"Eh? How can this be? I have never judged unjustly!!" he cried angrily.
	"You misunderstand great lord, I condemned him," said the soul with her
resolve wavering in the great gods anger.
	"I see, you must speak with the Goddess of Fate. My powers only lie in
judgment, I can see you speak the truth. You may pass for audience with the
goddess."
	"I thank you," said the soul weakly.
	"Heh, don't. Once that wrong is righted you are back to your wandering for
eternity. Nothing can prevent that," said Enma coldly.

	Duke sat on a bench and held his head in his hands. "What happened to me?" he
gasped as he pulled his legs in to his chest and looked off into the deserted
park. A couple walked by and smiled cheerfully at him. He nodded back at them
and continued his desperate search for answers. None came.
	"I can't just sit here, I need to find out where I am. Then I'll need some
money," he said as he stood and shook off the panic that had set in. He headed
for some bright lights in the distance. He passed by dark alleys and walked
through the shadows as the lights of the city grew closer and the noise of
people began to fill his ears. He felt a great relief just feeling the noise
of the city draw nearer. An attractive young woman of about seventeen strolled
towards him on her way home. He smiled and picked up his step as she passed
him. He was still moving pretty slowly though, she was obviously in a hurry
and she turned towards an apartment about four blocks ahead of him. He stopped
and glared at something move in the shadows. He wasn't sure what it was, but
it was very large. Then it was gone, but not before two red eyes stared at him
for a split second before vanishing. 
	Duke just stood and stared into the alley for a long time. He was absolutely
petrified; whatever it was it was much too large for a dog. He turned away
after almost fifteen minutes and staggered towards the city again. "Maybe it
was just a dog on top of a dumpster," he told himself.	

	Her name was Hire Kurosawa, she had long dark hair and a very nice body; she
was also tall for a Japanese girl. She had an air of snobbish arrogance about
her as she strolled down the street. She walked past a strange boy with a
haunted look on his face and walked by quickly towards her home. He smiled at
her weakly and sped up his pace a bit as she walked by, but then returned to
his methodical stagger after she had passed. "He's probably drunk," she told
herself as she gave him another quick glance as she skipped up the stairs to
her home. "At least he has the dignity to try to hide it." 

	 She lived with her parents in a large apartment in the suburbs of Tokyo. Her
school was only a short jog to the East. She had just returned from a late
night of studying with two of her girlfriends. Her parents knew she would be
there late and had probably gone to bed long ago. She hadn't been expecting it
to last quite as long as it did.
	She had gone into a long discussion of how Hiroma Takama; the cutest guy in
school had been making eyes with her during class. Then it shifted over to her
prize winning Archery and Kendo skills. The three of them were all on the
teams, but she was the best in the school. Quite possibly the best in Tokyo,
or Japan for that matter. She offered modesty and quietly accepted their
praises. She had worked long and hard to aquire her skills though and she was
proud of them. 
	She opened the door to her room and snuck in quietly. The memories of her day
played in her mind and she smiled as she undressed and took out her nightgown.
She smiled as she looked at her naked body in the mirror. She thought of
Takama and blushed slightly. It would be so nice if he was her first. Her
fingers began to creep slowly down her stomach and her right hand gently
cupped her breast. She collapsed on the bed and quietly moaned in pleasure.
That was when they came.
	"Oh, look at what we found!" cried a high pitched voice from the corner. 
	"Looks like a hungry clit!" said another as it giggled its shrill laugh from
directly behind her. 
	Hire's eyes shot open. She gasped and started to scream as hands grabbed for
her. There where three of them, and they swarmed on her body and covered her
mouth easily. She struggled but they held her down.
	They were disgusting creatures, humanoid and about three feet tall. They had
long skinny arms and grotesque bald heads with a single long horn protruding
from their forehead; all of them had yellow eyes and short pointy teeth. 
	One of them moved it's head down her waist and sniffed at her pussy. "Ah! A
virgin!" he screeched as he stuck his long swollen tongue out and lapped at
her juices. She shuddered in revulsion and struggled harder. One of the other
creatures had craned it's neck around her own and she moved her head away from
it. The thing stuck it's tongue out and began to lick and suck at her nipples.
The last creature merely settled for fondling her other breast roughly.
	"No!" she gasped through the creatures hand. The one at her feet forced her
legs apart again and stuck it's head down between her legs piercing her cunt
with it's six inch horn. She gasped in pain and struggled again as her hymen
broke. "Not like this!" she thought in shock.
	"Look at her juices flow! Do you feel the pleasure I give you?" cried the one
that was jabbing her roughly with it's horn.
	"I think she's enjoying it! Look at her nipples!" cried the one that was
licking at her breast as he intensified his sucking. She cried out in pain as
his teeth scraped at her sensitive nipple.
	
	Hire heard the sound of breaking glass and the one at her lap vanished in a
cry of pain. The others were to shocked to move as a hand reached down and
grabbed one of the ones at her side by the head and slammed it into a wall. 
	"What?!" screamed the remaining demon as a foot came down on it's head
forcing it to the ground and away from Hire.
	"Are you all right?" asked a tense sounding voice.
	Hire rushed to her feet and pressed herself against her mysterious savior in
shock and desperation. One of the creatures staggered to it's feet and glared
at the man angrily. "You will die!" 
	Hire heard the man laugh unhumorously and she backed away slightly. "Come get
some," said the boy. Hire recognized him now. He was the guy she had passed on
the street.